Every summer, I migrate back to my point of origin for the duration of around 10 days. This is the optimum time span (and it took me almost a decade to figure this out) to enjoy gorging myself on ice cream servings whose dimensions are roughly equal to a child’s tricycle and gaze at panoramic mountain views without wanting to throw myself under a tractor. Once, I did a three-week-stint… bad mistake. I won’t elaborate.
Anyway, yesterday, after an 11 hour schlepp (lots of waiting time due to inopportune connections), I had made my way ‘home’. The airport put on a five-star welcoming ceremony:
Below, I give you a first glimpse of The Village at dusk:
As you’ll have tweaked by now, The Village and I have a fraught relationship. It sure was great while I was a kid. My friends and I roamed the fields and meadows and we ruled the farmers’ barns – nothing more fun than climbing high up onto the rafters and leaping off into a fresh pile of fragrant hey, petting new born calves’ slimy pink noses and being chased up plum trees by vicious gaggles of geese. OK, the latter wasn’t all that much fun, but you get the picture.
As a teenager, though, being trapped in The Village was hell. Its not much more than a hamlet, really, home to just over 600 souls. NOTHING to do, a bus every couple of hours until the lock-down at 7pm…
In order to stay vaguely sane, I read a couple of thousand books until, aged 19, my escape plan came to fruition and I leapt onto a plane bound for London. I didn’t return to The Village for three years. We needed a stand off.
My friends have heard me talk about The Village, and finally, courtesy of this blogging shenanigans, they’ll get the chance to see it for themselves.
Apart from being so very small, it’s a typical Bavarian village – not of spectacular bucolic beauty, but not terribly ugly either. I just want all of you to bear in mind that, no matter what you see in the pictures I’ll be uploading over the coming days, somewhere in my heart, it actually looks like this:
If you’d like to see some more photos from The Village, click here.
Even tho I always welcome a return to my ‘village’ (Winnipeg), I totally get what you mean about the 10 day thing. Optimal indeed! Enjoy your time ‘home’ with family and friends. 🙂
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I gathered from reading your ‘back home’ posts that you really enjoy your family’s company… it’s a bit more problematic at this end 😉
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Ha ha! Laughing at the comparison with the Toledian (?) dungeon.
I HATED going back to my home town once I’d left at 20… took me 15 years to get over it and to then enjoy going to visit my mum again.
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You’ll never ever have to go back there again… what a relief!
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a thousand books. I would have loved that. I was a boring teen–stayed in to read. Not sure I read as much as you. Glad you like the village again. Separation helps.
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Maybe it wasn’t quite as many…. but it sure felt I was reading for a thousand years!!!
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Wait, is ice cream another thing that Germany/Bavaria is known for? OMG WTF I MISSED OUT!!! Sorry….major Deutschland nostalgia from a 5-hr trip….
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Ah yes, I ‘remember’ that trip… burly Vikings, right?! lol
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Would you prefer ‘Barbarians’? More historically accurate but far less flattering – plus their manners were anything but 🙂 OOOOH, can you ship me one, to Moscow?
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Am bubble wrapping one for you right now…
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Yay! Have some fun at home.
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I hear you! I also found that 10 days is long enough, but still make the trip worth it. Though for me it’s not so much the town as it is my lovely family…
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Yes, well, that’s a factor here too… lol.
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Shame! They’re all the same at the end of the day, aren’t they?
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I dunno… wanna swap???
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Only if you promise to keep my mom! 😉
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If you take my granny, we have ourselves a deal!
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Done! I just talked to her for 20 min and I’m ready to ship her off your way. Keep an eye out for DHL
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Right, I’ve posted grannie off in your direction. DHL charged me extra for the gagging. But it was the only feasible way. Ungag at your own risk.
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Luckily she’s not my granny, I feel no guilt leaving it exactly where it is. I am sorry about any feelings of self worth you may have had though.
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Well, at least you still seem to have the will to live. This is going to change pretty soon…
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Damn I think we might both still be doomed.
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Look at it this way: Your self-esteem will be intact when you top yourself, and I’ll finally have a reason to end it all! It’s a win-win.
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At least there’s still some positive attitude left in you.
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I’ve got another 10 days of this… by the end of which…!
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… we will go ahead with the proposed plan
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Got it in one 🙂
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Yay for Bavarian villages! 🙂
10 days does indeed sound like a good plan. Just enough time to enjoy Brezn and Obazda – and then hop on that plane and go back to Marzipanville.
I hope you are having a great time – and stay away from tractors!
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We’ve just had a BBQ with the neighbours. And there’s going to be a food post tomorrow… about something else, though. Curious to hear whether you know that one 😉
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Hum, probably not. Even though I am a big fan of Munich (I prefer it over Hamburg, even if that means I am going to tarred and feathered by all “Hamburgers”), I am not a fan of Bavarian cuisine. Nor of any German cuisine for that matter. The sorrows of a German vegetarian… I like German desserts, though!
Looking forward to the next post then!
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This is why I think you might like what I’m posting tomorrow… it’s more like a dessert, perfectly vegetarian and NOT Bavarian…
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Mmmhm… sounds GOOD! Life is too short to refrain from sugary stuff. I hope you will include the recipe then!
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Well… recipe… sort of… but not quite…
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I guess I’ll have to wait till tomorrow…sigh…
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I agree… any longer than 10 days at home is torture! 10 days is long enough to see everyone who needs seeing and indulge in food-based delights without going insane.
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I’m already stuffed to the gills…. and not even half way through…!
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