
Jack Skellington

Pumpkin gutting

A few touch ups

The finished product
Berlin is a great city, thoroughly destroyed by WWII, separated by a huge wall, and now more progressive than Frankfurt in almost every way. For instance, speaking on the train, speaking English, being non-white: nicht verboten! The Berlin Zoo and Aquarium did not disappoint. We waited outside the gate at opening time and made a dash for Knut and Gianna, two famous polar bears. About a dozen people were already there trying to get pictures of the bear antics. Gianna (the person) really liked all the animals at the zoo and the aquarium. She got to pet fish and see some animals she had only seen in picture books, like the panda.
Using the efficient U/S Bahn system, we were able to take in a lot of other sites in West and East Berlin including the Brandenburg Gate, Jewish Holocaust Memorial, Homosexual Holocaust Memorial, Tiergarten, Checkpoint Charlie, and a bunch of other museums and old buildings. We took a boat tour of the city on Sunday (while it was raining) and drank copious amounts of Dunkin Donuts coffee the entire weekend. No, they did not have pumpkin spice. I was disappointed, but settled for my year-round flavor, caramel. It felt great to slam down a few Boston Creams and Munchkins.
My cake decorating order finally arrived from the UK this weekend. That means it's open season for festive cupcakes and cookies. For Halloween, the package contained cupcake liners, two types of sprinkles, bat/spider candy toppers, and food coloring dye for the icing. I still have to work on my icing recipe for Gianna's birthday, but thankfully that's another month away and I now have plenty of supplies. Gianna had a great time spreading (and eating) the icing and making a mess with sprinkles. 

Today I crossed two things off my list from the previous post with a trip to Starbucks and a homemade apple pie. While the closest Dunkin is in Berlin, there are Starbucks in Frankfurt, and they sell pumpkin lattes, at least they do in the States. So I marched into the Starbucks on the Zeil, convinced the barista to speak to me in English and tried to negotiate a pumpkin latte. She claimed to not know what I was talking about. I walked out with a peppermint latte instead. Close enough. Next stop was the farmers market for a couple kilos of apples. I made a crust from scratch and followed the same recipe my mom uses. The photo does not do it justice, it smelled and tasted delicious if I do say so myself. We ate it hot with milk for dinner like we used to do when I was a kid. Tomorrow I think I will eat lunch at KFC ;-)
We'll have to wait to get the prints back to see if she smiled for the photographer or not. She would only give me a goofy smile or the back of her head after school. In other news, the XBox 360 is dead, adding to the list of reasons to return to the States. The XBox played our US DVD's and streamed US TV shows to the flat screen from the computer. We have jerry-rigged Dan's computer directly to the flat screen, but it's less convenient (no remote) and still does not solve Dan's problem of not being able to play his XBox games.
Although Germany celebrates neither Columbus Day nor Canadian Thanksgiving, Gianna had off from school today. To celebrate, we decided to hit the Frankfurt Zoo. It was a ghost town partially due to the cold, damp weather and the fact we got there right when it opened on a Monday. After seeing all the animals, we feasted on hot coffee and a Papagei Waffel (mit chocolate sauce and the German version of M&M's, see above).


Deutsche Börse held a rare family event on Thursday at Obsthof am Steinberg, an apple orchard where they make their own cider and apfelwein. It was nice to get out of the city and walk around a farm complete with sheep and a free roaming goat. The goat was getting into all sorts of trouble, eating the flowers and holiday decorations. At one point I turned my back on him and he butted me twice in the thigh, much to the delight of the gawking Germans. Hilarity. They had a creepy magician for the kids.
When I say creepy, I mean I just question the motives of any man working as a kids clown/magician. During dinner, he held a magic show in a back room with me and two other parents supervising. Gianna volunteered us to participate in one of the acts. Mind you, this was all in German, so the kids got a real kick out of the fact that I had no idea what this magician was telling me to do. At the end of the night, Gianna let him give her a dolphin tattoo on the arm.




Halloween is my favorite time of year. I love the costumes, the candy, and the seasonal decorations. All of our costumes and decorations are in storage, except for Gianna's dragon costume that I bought for her last year. After trying it on, she informed me she does not want to be a dragon, she wants to be a zebra instead. Well too bad, I don't think we'll be able to find a kids zebra costume in Germany. I was surprised to see the Galeria has a few costumes for sale (mostly witches and devils, all macabre, nothing cute), and a few decorations (mostly skulls and goblins, again, mostly macabre). I was able to pick up bat window stickers and bat and pumpkin garland for the balcony/kitchen door. Now all we need is a fresh Jack-O-Lantern. There are some pumpkin patches outside of town, but we don't have a car and can't drive a rental now that our grace period for using a US drivers license in Germany has expired. Also, Frankenstein's castle is located just 20 minutes south of Frankfurt, but again, no car to get there. We need to hire a private driver for all these Halloween destinations!
Germans love conformity. They have about 3 styles of kids shoes available in mauve (pictured), burgundy, or brown. They are ugly, overly supportive (like our kids are nurses on their feet all day), and EXPENSIVE. These modestly priced Lauflern-Booties will set you back €55. I guess that's why Germans buy all their kids shoes two sizes too big, so that they will last two seasons. Thank God for the UK, they are our lifeline for tasteful fashion at sensible prices. They offer US brands like Skechers and have character shoes like Dora that you can buy online (online purchasing is a concept foreign to traditional Germans). You should see the stares Gianna gets with her current pair of white [gasp!] Dora [choke!] sneakers [arg! not the German way!]. They have one too many sparkly stripes and a little Latino girl; what could be worse in the eyes of a German?
Otherwise known as the Moon Festival, Tết Trung Thu celebrates the full moon at the end of the harvest season. There are many traditions during this holiday that vary throughout Asia. Most often, families celebrate together by eating mooncakes while admiring the full moon and children light paper lanterns to show Chang'e (Cuội) and Jade Rabbit the way back to earth.
When we tucked Gianna into bed, she was chattering on about Jade Rabbit and the moon palace, wondering if he will find his way back to earth.
Mothers make a lot of sacrifices for their kids like catching vomit in your hands and cleaning up poop. I almost made the ultimate sacrifice--missing Oktoberfest :-O Gianna was über sick on Monday, with what I presumed was schweinegrippe, but turned out to be a simple rhinovirus with 105°F fever. Dan went to Munich without us while Gianna saw the doctor and recovered. By Wednesday morning she was feeling fine and ready to party, asking to go see Bố. So, in classic Marvin Landis* fashion, we did Oktoberfest in one day, catching an early Munich-bound train and arriving at the festival before the beer tents opened.
We ate breakfast at the Löwenbräu tent: weisswurst, a large doughnut, a beer, and mineral water in one of those huge beer mugs. Afterwards, we strolled around the fairgrounds, going on the slide and the ferris wheel.
Shortly before lunch, the pony rides opened up. Gianna overcame her fear of horses and rode a pony without crying! It was so cute to see her bobbing up and down on top of that horse wearing her dirndl, she looked like a real cow girl...well a German cow girl, I guess.
She also got to pet a lot of horses that were pulling wagons full of beer barrels.
For lunch, we ate roasted chicken and bratwurst with some friends at the Paulaner tent. There was lively music and beer of course; Gianna was dancing and having a great time.
Thereafter a novelty hat was purchased.
By the end of the day, Gianna's dirndl was messed up with chocolate ice cream and whatever was all over the floor in the beer tents. We were ready to say auf Wiedersehen to Munich and head home to Frankfurt. Oktoberfest: mission accomplished!![]() |
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