Other random things from the road….

Finally, to recap our Ireland/Germany adventures….

Despite the fact there are 3 college degrees between us, we couldn’t figure out how to make an out-of-country call (Germany to Ireland).  Someone got cold feet about renting a car, so we skipped out on our car rental after 3 failed phone attempts and took a bus to the west coast of Ireland.  Bus trip was a fantastic idea, by the way.

Our travels in Ireland led us to Bunratty Castle, just outside Limerick.  Amazing!

In the castle there was an old relic from the Celts found on the property when they were restoring the castle.  It’s a fertility symbol of sorts and the guide said if you touch it, you have twins within the year.  So, we, um, touched it.  A part of me freaked: is this idolatry?  I fully believe the Lord will do with us as He will, and I only want what He wants for our lives – He supersedes it all.  I’ve decided this I’m filing this under making wishes with birthday candles or at 11:11.  Come what may, the Lord has it all in his hands.

The overhead PA system in German train stations is just pointless.  No one can understand what they’re saying.  The could be piping in Hitler speeches for anyone knows.  It’s garbled German.

My favorite part of the trip?  Leaving our hostel at 0600 after a couple hours nap, running across Dublin in the cold pouring rain (no umbrella) to catch a bus to the coast.  I love having a rough idea of a plan and just going with it.  I think it’s because my job is so technical and regulated – I like the spontaneity.

We met a few random people we exchanged numbers with, but no strong friendships were made this time.

Interesting Berlin facts: The only Nazi building still remaining is now the German tax office. Most. Hated. Building. In. Germany.  There is graffiti everywhere — except on the Holocaust memorial.  Why?  Because it’s painted with an anti-graffiti paint.  Who made the paint?  The same company that also made the gas for the chambers in concentration camps.  Oops.  I guess it all comes full circle, huh?  Lady Victoria, the chick in the chariot on top of the Brandenburg Gate, is glaring at something.  That something is the French Embassy.  And they say Germans have no sense of humor.

Ireland was founded by the Vikings.  This explains much.

I still hate Guinness.  I love strawberry-lime cider.

Nothing related to the Islamic uprising happened or even hinted of happening.  No one was upset we were American – quite the opposite – they spoke English to help me out.  I also realized that Germany is currently holding up the EU with their wallet.  No one wants to tick off the Germans.  If my mom’s family is any indicator of the culture, they don’t forgive and forget easily when they’ve been wronged; unlike America.  You never want to upset the country that’s bank rolling your country in these economic times.

The weirdest part: My passport was not stamped back into the USA.  We thought this was strange.  The General was especially upset, as he wants as many stamps as possible before his passport expires in a few years.  We went through a 2nd “American” screening at the airport in Dublin on our way home.  How was it different?  We took off our shoes in the security check.  Ha!  We filled out our I-94 forms in Ireland and turned them over to an American customs agent there.  When we landed on American soil, we were allowed to leave without further screening.  Odd, indeed.

I cannot wait to go back.

Onto the next: Portugal/Spain in 2016.  Unless we have those twins.

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Prostituierte

Like ordering a beer in America, as I stated before, prostitution is legal in Germany.  And so, when walking along the main party street in Berlin (Oranienburger Straße ) one found many, many ladies of the night.

It is so very different from America prostitutes.  First, they were beautiful women, very thin – I’d say size 0 to 2 tops – but they looked to be a healthy weight.  They all had long hair – I wondered if it was real or fake.  Their make up was obvious, but very flattering at the same time.  Since it is so cold there, they had these little baby doll like jackets on, which showed off their cleavage and thick nylons on their legs with either little booty shorts or a leotard type bottom.  They all showed off their legs, which were perfect – very obvious they worked out.  Their shoes are what gave them away: incredibly high heels – the typical “hooker heels” as seen in America – clear plastic.  They’re really expensive.

And every 20 feet or so, one was standing there.  They did not approach you.  They did not make eye contact with you.  They just merely stood, checking their iPhones or staring off into the distance.  It was like they were there without really being there.  It was odd, to say the least.  And such a waste of beauty.

Good Germany, Bad Germany

Good Germany: The legal limit of blood alcohol content is 0.05%.  Here in NC (and IL) it’s 0.08%.  Sweet.  Very little tolerance for drunk drivers.

Bad Germany: Prostitution is legal.  Obviously, lots of human trafficking problems that only surface when they find that a particular brothel isn’t paying the correct amount of taxes.