France vs. Germany: The part where I have to leave my car behind

I'm in love again. In love with a new German. I'll keep My Own German. But wonder if I should not go for a second one.

Karmann Ghia.

As a woman, you're convinced that doesn't sound German.

As a man, bells start ringing.

Indeed. Karmann Ghia is a car. A German car.

There goes my belief in my fancy French cabriolet.

Cause eye in eye with Karmann Ghia, I got swept of my feet. Small and stylish. Can't be German. But it is. A Volkswagen. Designed by Italians, I read later - what does not suprise me.

But still. German.

I have to admit... It's the second German I fall for.

And there is still no French men to see...

I'm loosing track of the score...

My fashionable aha-erlebnis

Wandering from shop to shop in trendy Paris. And going through the aha-erlebnis of my life!

Me to a friend: Is this in fashion?! Aaaaah...

Me again: This also? Ahaaa....

Me once more: Can you explain me how to wear this?!! Noooo....really??

My friends: Girl, where have you been?!?

Germany, girls. Germany.

But hé, girls, I got new hiking boots.

Thank you for Paris

Some people think I'm French. Are convinced I'm French. I won't tell you. But get this ... The city of lights is my favourite place in the world. I absolutely adore Paris.

So, here I am. Wandering around in the rain. But smiling. Streets surrounded by history. Balconies having a story.

It is said that in World War II Hitler ordered to destroy Paris. But Dietrich von Choltitz, the general to whom the orders were given, stood on one of these balconies. Talking to the mayor of Paris. A girl on her bike in the Rue de Rivoli. Children playing by the bridges of the Seine. The Eiffel Tower glittering in the light.

"Image that one day it may be given to you to stand on this balcony again. As a tourist. To look once more on these monuments and be able to say 'I could have destroyed this, but I preserved it as a gift to humanity'.

Waaaw. And Dietrich von Choltitz decided to save Paris.

Thank you, Dietrich.

PS: Interested in some history? Click here.

Beat the Frenchies with a fairy tale

Germany definitly has something to do with Eurodisney. I proofed it before. And I'll proof it again. With postcards this time. Old postcards.

Cause when you have an own German, you also get an own German father-in-law. I like them, the own German fathers-in-law.

As a real German, he likes history. Or some parts of it. My own German father-in-law gathers history on old postcards. Fairytales. Of the brothers Grimm. Because they were German.

The Grimm brothers started to put folk tales on paper. Not only German ones. They found some Frenchies too. But they put them on paper. Not the Frenchies. And German history was made. From Little Red Riding Hood to the Frog King. From Cinderella to Hans and Gretel. They're all Germans. Or French Germans.

And because Germans like history so much, they made a trip of it. Travelling through 60 German towns. A fairytale in every town. The Deutsche Märchenstrasse. Or again - Eurodisney for Germans.

Anyway, I like it. I'll garantuee you, I'll make the trip. And the pictures.

And I'll soon gather old postcards too. Of German history.

http://www.deutsche-maerchenstrasse.de/

France versus Germany: Part I

There is something about France and Germany. Something historical, and I don't even know about it. Just don't mention the French.

When choosing my new car, there is a limited number of dealers when you're dating a German.

There's Porsche, Mercedes and BMW - all out of budget.
There is Audi - where's the family?
And there's Volkswagen - simply German engineering.

You can't blame them. German engineering is known. Worldwide. Is there anyone making better cars than the Germans?

So what... I am an independent woman who can choose for herself, no? So I drive a slim, black convertable on the ramp in front of the house. French.

He looks. Tries. Tries again. German grundlichkeit. And... today he even asked if he can borrow my car.

France - Germany: 1 - 0

Well, it does get wet when it rains, and the alarm goes off while I drive. But I do drive a slim, black convertable. French. In Germany.