Wednesday, August 21, 2013

After Work Chores

Up to now we didn't pay much attention to our piece of the community garden as the area is shared with six other residents. Every party does their best to make the whole look pretty, and kindly jumps in when others are too busy.
Now after our move is over, we (that would in fact be Roland) also want do contribute to the beauty of the garden, by mowing the lawn, picking the weed and attending to the hedges.

We haven't had a garden before so there is much to learn and even more to do, and Roland finds it indeed very relaxing.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Setting up a Routine


1. Sunday 8AM. Get up, freshen up and get dressed for a morning walk.

2. Grab some fresh rolls and croissants from the bakery in 5 minutes walking distance. Despite the Working-Verboten-on-Sunday law, bakeries are a typical exception from the rule.

3. Make a decent coffee! Thanks to our new De'Longhi espresso machine life has a meaning again ;-). There is no Starbucks anywhere close by but now we are able to make our own cafe latte and London Fog again.


4. Lay the breakfast table to your liking. We have a sweet tooth and prefer jam, nougat spread (Nutella of course) and a Rhineland specialty: Golden syrup - made from sugar beets.

5. Enjoy the day ;-) Live is good!

Friday, August 16, 2013

Delivery Day!

A sunny Thursday morning at 8AM. The moving truck with trailer arrived right on time. We asked the team of two (likely Eastern European from the accent) gentlemen when the rest of the crew would arrive, and they replied: For this little load it's just the two of us!

Remembering that we had a crew of six in Canada preparing the move (Note: We had already packed up and boxed about 2/3 of the stuff ourselves.) we wondered how those two guys would make that happen within a day.
The Harley had been traveling all packed up and sitting on a custom skid on the truck, while all our other goods including the Vespa were on the trailer still tucked away in the same container in which it had been shipped overseas. 

The motorcycle got unpacked while still in the truck, while the scooter crate was put on the lifting ramp and and unwrapped on ground level.
While we rode the two-wheelers out of the way (The motors fired up immediately!!!) the crew started bringing in the furniture.
At one point we had to literally force the movers to stop for a break. Roland offered to grab some coffee from the nearby bakery (There is no Starbucks around for about 60 km...), and made them breakfast, but those guys didn't idle for long, and continued to 'fly in' boxes, totes and other bits and pieces without further ado.
At 3PM the men were done, the furniture unwrapped and mounted at location, and boxes neatly piled up in an empty corner where they would wait for us to be unpacked.

There was some minor transport related damage on a few items despite the extensive wrapping, but it was to be expected after this long journey. However, we are happy to report that most things have arrived at final destination unscathed. For those who need/want/have to move back to Germany we can confirm that despite some lack in professionalism on the admin side (communication and scheduling issues) we were over all very satisfied with the services of our provider.

Update: As of Saturday 1PM everything is unpacked, cleaned and put into place.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Land of Plenty

We have always been supporters of the buy regional movement. It not only helps the local producers to stay in business, it also guaranties fresh fruit eco friendly available at your doorstep. As a matter of fact you can even ride your bicycle to the field and pick it yourself.
Last July was the month of (blue-, black-, straw-, rasp-)berries and cherries, but most of it has been harvested by now.

The vineyards are carrying a load but the grapes are not yet ready for harvest. They still taste far from ripe.
Season is coming up for prunes, plums and mirabelles. Plum cake from dough is our favorite late summer cake.
We also find green and red varieties of pears. The area is well known for pear schnapps (and other hard liquor made of all kinds of fruit).
Thinking of apple pies... those are certainly ready to go. Shall we dare pick a few? No... we rather wait for them to be available on farmer's market day.
Black Forest is the land of plenty, indeed.

Plenty of vistas, too.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

What's in a Name?

The Black Forest, a low mountain range in the southwest corner of Germany, today a popular tourist destination. But where did the dark and rather uninviting name come from? Of course, it had to be the Romans!


Actually a few hundred years before the Romans stopped by, the outskirts of the Black Forest were (rather reluctantly) populated by the superstitious Celts, who called the region Abnoba Mons (mountain range of the goddess Abnoba, protector of forest, springs and wildlife). They respected the area, and pretty much remained in the flood plains by the river Rhine.


Back in the old ages those mountainous grounds were heavily forested with dark trees such as conifers and beeches of thick growth, thus making it difficult for the Roman armies to pass through. They did not bother too much, went around, dubbed this area with the rather unflattering name Silva Nigra (forest black), and moved on to Baden-Baden where they found easy maneuverable terrain and a more inviting climate. Of course feeling right at home up there they made good use of the famous thermal springs in the region, and began cultivating vineyards. Ah, those Romans.

The Romans left the woodland without a trace, but the name got stuck.

Two hundred years fast forward into the new millennium the mountain range got conquered by the Allemandes, some rather wild and predatory folks, who destroyed everything in their way, and ruled the territory with brute force. 

Although in the fifth century AD beaten by the Franconians, the Allemandes stayed in the region, and in the end were 'tamed' by Scottish and Irish missionaries... But despite the efforts of Christianity the old stories and myths rooted in this dark forested mountain range are still very much alive... But that shall be a different story for another day.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Traveling back in Time - 400 Years of Farming in the Black Forest

The past comes to life in the open air museum Vogtsbauernhof. A variety of old farmhouses, some of them 400 years old were salvaged and rebuilt to serve as a reminder of how different and difficult farm life was only a few hundred years ago.
Those houses were constructed from local wood, and some of them had a foundation made of rocks and bricks. They were huge but most of the space were used for storage and livestock.
The farmhouse provided shelter year round against the cold winter storms and the hot summers.
Small gardens would provide for spices as well as medicinal herbs. The farm houses were built in remote areas and a doctor was not easy to get by in these days.
Often the roofs were covered by thick layers of thatch, a method that is still used today for ecologically built housing.
Most of these buildings were still occupied and lived in until late of last century, and some of the furniture has been left to show how people lived. The little shack on the right is a bakery. It was kept away from the main house for fire protection.
It looks picturesque today but one can imagine that farming in the Black Forest was a hard life, like pioneers' life in the wild west.
Water flowing through this little shack provided necessary cooling to keep diary products fresh. An eco - fridge.
Signs and smells of smoke is embedded in these walls. A rather primitive cooking place but it was likely the warmest spot in the house.
Under the roof there is the hay barn. It provided food for the livestock over the hard and long winters, and served as an additional insulation for the house.
 Old carriage.
 Cuckoo clock.
 Traditional clothing.
 Sawmill powered by water.
 The blacksmith's shop.
 A water powered oil mill.
In the long winters people would gather and tell each other ghost stories and sagas. The Black Forest is full of mystic events that might derive from the time that the Celts were around. Even the Romans didn't seem to like the eerie atmosphere back then, and moved on without leaving a trace.

The sun is shining bright, blue skies are decorated with fluffy white clouds, the river is surrounded by lush green. Who wants to think of cold winter nights on such a day, anyway.
 A covered bridge reminds yet again of Oregon.
 Today it serves as a foot and bicycle bridge across the river.

After so much history and education we moved on to get some real life refreshments. To quench our thirst we stopped at the former monastery of Alpirsbach where the monks specialized in... brewing beer.
 The monastery.
 An over a 1,000 years old watchtower.
 Medieval architecture.
Isn't it loverly?