Trippin’ to Tuscany – Part 1

Are you ready for some history accompanied by pictures? Well then, get yourself a cup of tea, coffee, or if it’s that time, something a bit stronger and relax as I take you through some hidden Tuscany gems. This journey will be in a few parts. I tried to narrow it down the best I could regarding the pictures, and choosing those that represent the places we visited, along with objects or people as well.

Our road trip started from western Germany, heading south toward Austria, and then Italy—approximately a 15-hour drive. We arrived in the evening, so the later part of the journey through the mountains was in the dark, and when I say dark, I mean dark. There are no street lights to guide you on the narrow roads. And, as a warning, drive at your own risk. I believe Italian drivers consider speed limits are suggestions.

After a good night’s sleep, we woke to a sunny Tuscany. This is the place and area where we stayed.

We chose the town of Poppi in the Province of Arezzo, which is on the eastern side of Tuscany; east of Florence and Northeast of Siena. I pictured rolling hills, vineyards, and olive groves, but Tuscany is more than that. Poppi is rugged with mountains and forests, whereas other parts of Tuscany taper off into the vineyards and olive groves. Ruled by the Guidi Family from the early 1000’s until 1289, Poppi’s medieval town still embraces years gone by.

First mention of the Castle of Poppi was in 1169.

A picture of an older couple looking out onto the hills

This man was painting over old lettering. I don’t know if this is a craft or what the process is called.

The next day we decided to do some hiking in the Pratomagno mountain range. The Arno River runs on both sides of this range and its highest peak is approximately 5,226 feet. Of course, we drove through the mountain range and walked 600 feet up.

This is my husband, his aunt, and Shakespeare hiking up the mountain.

And this is what we were walking toward.

There were wild horses roaming around. To my surprise, they were friendly and kept following my husband’s aunt because she had an apple in her backpack.

We did a day trip to Siena, which is about 2 hours from Poppi. The historic center is part of the the UNESCO World Heritage Site. Like many areas in Tuscany, Siena was first settled by Etruscans, approximately around 900 BC, by a tribe called the Saina. Local legend believes the town was founded by Senius and Aschius, who were the nephews of Romulus whom Rome was named after. They fled Rome after Romulus killed their father.

This pottery store was built within a cave.

This is a sculpture on the wall.

This is the University’s courtyard.

And last, a tired Shakespeare ready to crash in the car.

And this ends this part of our trip. Stay tuned for a few more Tuscany travel posts.

Tuscany and Nature,
Baer Necessities

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Vacation, All I Ever Wanted!

Hello Everyone!

I hope you’re enjoying the summer vacations. I’ll be taking several weeks off from blogging to take advantage of the rest of my husband’s summer break. During this time, I plan on taking more bike rides (our longest one this summer only being 24 miles), reading, writing, doing daily excursions, and taking in the views of South Wales, UK.

See you at the end of summer!

Resting, Excursions, and Vacation,
Baer Necessities


How to be German

In August 2012, I moved to a small town in Germany in the North Rhine Westphalia (NRW) area. Little did I know that Adolph Hitler spent much of his time in the NRW in his early years. It’s the most populous state in Germany, the fourth largest in area, and contains four of Germany’s ten biggest cities— Cologne, Düsseldorf, Dortmund, and Essen. Below is a map of Germany. The arrow might be a bit off, but we are about an hour from the Netherlands border, one and a half hours from the Belgium border, and a little more than two and a half hours from France.germanyBecause of the steel works, the Americans and British bombed the town we live in during WWII. People are still finding bombs that had not detonated, and in some areas, they’ve had to evacuate before defusing the bombs. We walk through a nearby forest where there are large craters made by the bombs, and for all we know, we could be walking over a few.

As interesting as I think the history is, I noticed there is a certain unspoken “German way” I’d like to share. Certain ways and traits that definitely define someone as a German. Even though my observations are true, I want to clarify that this is all in fun. No humans or animals were hurt in the process.

1) To be German, one must eat bread, rolls, cheese, spreads, and lunchmeat for breakfast (Frühstück). Some might throw in quark for variety, but this is a traditional German breakfast. They enjoy their varieties of breads, rolls, and spreads. It’s understandable, because Germany has the BEST BREAD. EVER. Before coming here, I wasn’t much of a bread eater, so I felt it was my duty to show my husband the American way. We have moved away from breads to a more well-balanced breakfast.

2) To be German, one must not smile or greet. Anyone! There are plenty of walking and biking trails for Germans to enjoy, but their expressions say otherwise. Their faces are set in an agonizing, intense scowl that you’d think their underwear was suffocation their genitalia. Well, I decided to have none of it. When my husband and I go for walks or rides, I’ll say, “Guten Morgen,” “Guten Tag,” or “Guten Abend” to those we pass. The interesting thing is that once I greet them, their faces light up, and they return the greeting. It’s as if I turned a light on. Over the past few years, people do greet others more so than when I first arrived.

3) To be German, one must not care about customer service. It’s almost comical to experience service in Germany. Picture the soup Nazi from Seinfeld. The wait staff doesn’t receive or count on tips like they do in the U.S., so maybe that has something to do with their charming dispositions. If something isn’t good, eat it anyways. If you get something you didn’t order, eat it anyways. There is no service in customer service, other than an insult or a possible suggestion not to come back. Friends of my husband went to a restaurant in Essen with another couple. They all ordered different foods so they could share the variety. After they paid, they received an envelope, and inside it, management told them not to come back. The owners didn’t appreciate the sharing of food.

4) To be German, one must talk fast even when one’s annunciation is bad (schelcht). Germans talk at lightning speed, and many times don’t even understand each other. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve asked my husband what someone said and he’s told me he didn’t know because he couldn’t understand them. In the U.S., when someone doesn’t understand English, we talk louder as if the volume will help them out. In Germany, when someone doesn’t understand German, they speak faster. Us foreigners do love a challenge. Now, I just say, “Entschuldigung. Mein Deutsch ist schlecht. Ich lerne Deutsch und ich verstehe kurz und langsam Sätze.” (Excuse me. My German is bad. I am learning German and I understand short and slow sentences). They either switch to English or leave. It’s a toss up.

5) To be German, one must not take pride in their country. If you do, other Germans assume you’re a neo-Nazi. They have the past tattooed all over their faces and hearts. They’re embarrassed of what happened during Hitler’s reign, and feel they have no right to have pride in their country (although it’s okay to have German decal and flags during soccer season). It’s quite sad, because Germany has come a long way since the Third Reich.

6) To be German, one must love castles. Germany has some beautiful castles and cathedrals. Here is a picture of the Burg Eltz in the Mosel Valley.Burg Eltz7) To be German, one must partake in the holiday season by attending one or several Christmas Markets. From breads to scarves, to mulled wine, to potato pancakes, the traditional German Christmas markets are a wonderful spectacle to experience. Each town or large city offers their own touch and tradition to the season. In our town, they decorate the windows of a building in the Alt Stadt (Old Town) with burlaps, and from December 1 to 24, they remove that day’s burlap, and someone from the window tells a story to the children. Here is a little clip of story time at Christmas.

8) To be German, one must love children and animals. In 2014, Germany ranked the third best place for expats to raise children. Several places are setup to cater to the family lifestyle. Germans also love their pets. Cats seem to outrank dogs when it comes to percentages. Still, I get the opportunity to meet several people while walking our dog throughout the day and night.

And that, my friends, is how to be German.

Germans, Traditions, and Traits,
Baer Necessities

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