Someone asked me the either day, “What do you not like about Germany so far?” I had to sit and think about this one because there really isn’t much! However, I did compile a list of things that I find strange or quite different from what I’m used to. This is not to say that I will not be used to these things in a few years!
So here in no particular order:
1. Shake it!
On many occasions I have met many different people and just like the rest of the world, a hand shake to say hello is common. I made a conclusion. Women CLEARLY do not understand the importance of a good handshake! It shows confidence and in business matters, it’s your first impression. Usually the men shake with power, but every woman so far has given me the dainty-barely-touch-your-hands shake. It’s like shaking with only your fingertips like an alien. I don’t like this as I am a big believer in women going forth in the world…you’re not going anywhere with that! Put some love into it, ladies!!!
2. No Freezer?
Why would I ever want a freezer in my fridge? Oh maybe because I like ice cubes and ice cream readily accessible. Or how about when you just bought beer, vodka, or wine and need to make it cold quickly. You get my drift? Precisely. Lo and behold…..the fridge with no freezer. Thank you Germany. Well done.
Even Harley hates the idea....
It’s ok, we will spend a trillion more dollars to make our lives more complicated. Yes, I will buy a freezer…put it in another room completely so now I have to walk 5 feet to this room to get my meat. I can no longer talk about this issue. It upsets my bones.
3. Say No To Church
This is not a bash on religion – Remove panties from bunch and continue reading. Per my previous post you should all known that I’m not religious however, I’m all for people being one with the big cheese above. Like the majority of Germany, minus the travellers that have invaded, Toblerone is Catholic. I might have mentioned that our land (or 5 feet of yard) is owned by the Church and we must pay rent for our yard. Don’t even get me started on this. So, as someone not religious, I don’t see the good in this. I smell corruption! Anywho..moving on. During a drive the other day Toblerone mentioned he wanted to pull out from the Church. Que???
I guess there is some weird thing where if you are a registered Catholic, each paycheck the Church takes out 80Euro a month….people…do the math…thats 960Euro…which means $111 USD a month and $1300 USD a year, goes to the Catholic Church. STOP THE MADNESS!! THE HUMANITY!! I can’t even believe it. So, I told Toblerone to pull from the church via his paycheck and go as he pleases, as it should be. Again, I stress that I am not against religion and what they do to stay afloat…but here…it’s different.
4. Luck o’ the Irish
I’m freckled, stubborn, and a heavy drinker. You get my drift? I’m thick as blood Irish and damn proud of it! Christmas is great…Halloween is great…Cinco de Mayo is a good time too but nothing..and I mean NOTHING can compare to the greatness of St. Patrick’s Day. It’s all about commradery and competition. All wearing the same color while we see who drops to the floor first. In all seriousness, I know the real history of St. Patrick and why we made a holiday of this man. I know America in general has lost or is not educated on the true meaning of this wonderous holiday but what does it matter? The fact that everyone comes together for the same mission is fantastic!!
Deutschland…you dissapoint me. I would say 90% of this country doesn’t have a CLUE what this holiday is! So, this year I will do nothing. Nothing whatsoever and I’m hurt. I can’t possibly celebrate this day wearing only green underwear (yes…yes I did) and sipping wine on the couch. Gag me. I’m certain I will change this country. One person at a time. Rivers will be green. St. Spice is coming!!!!
It’s taking me some time to get used to the fact that people talk so LOUD here. You know when you’re hungover and even the slightest whisper makes you say, “ugh…please stop talking so loud”? Yeah…thats me…all the time. Voices are constantly echoing and inducing strange angry headaches. Not only are they loud but it sounds like they are yelling!!
Debit Cards, Credit Cards, plastic of any kind…there’s no place for you here! Many times when I first arrived I tried to pay for lunch/dinner/what have you with my cute little red credit card and it was declined. Words were
yelled said and the wallet they arrive at your table with was waved back and forth. When you go out to dinner here, the waitress will come to your table tell you how much it all was and wait for you to hand her the cash right then and there. Oh and tipping? Barely exists. You give 26Euro cents, no more than 1Euro. Crazy right?
So this will conclude my “things I don’t like” list but I still feel this as a list that I’m not used to yet. It’s just different and maybe in some cases the better way of life. I just haven’t figured that out yet! Tomorrow is the 2 week mark. Can’t believe how fast it has gone!