A museum for your wallpaper...

When you're living abroad, you enjoy discovering so much more...

It rains. And we have tickets for the Kassel Museum of Wallpaper.

I just never realised you can have a museum on wallpaper. I even never realised it is a business. I mean, there are people really writing a businessplan to sell wallpaper. There are actually people thinking about wallpaper design. About the color that will be "in" next season. And the texture.

You just never realise that when looking at a wall, do you?

Tss...I just love discoveries!

After the museum - in the rain- I even decided what I want to do in a next life.

But it won't be wallpaper design...

German Indians

And I sit in my car. With open mouth.

Germany is not green.

It's red. And yellow.

It's orange. And gold.

Indian Summer has arrived in my new country.

And I love it.

Pictures made out of the car in Nord-Hessen, on a beautiful autumn day.

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/

Eurodisney for Germans

The Germans are proud on what's left of their history. In terms of "what's left of their history after the war". And that's not so much.

But when something's left, they take good care of it. Build new streets. Put the right lighting. Shops. Beer garten. And some music.

For one little moment I doubted. Is this Main Street in Eurodisney? Disneyland for Germans? Or is this one of these romantic, old left-overs in Germany? History that was not troubled by war. And definitly not troubled by the after-war architecture.

I let you decide for yourself. Are these photos made in historical Hann. Münden? Or Germany's Disneyland?

Deers, salamanders and a gold fish

I told you that Germany is green. And that one day I would take out my hiking boots and that I would walk. Hiking even. In the green.

So, that's what I did. My own German and me. Hiking in the German green.

First stop with my own German guide. Ants. Thousands. They live in an enormous hill. And they itch. Very. Very. Very. Itchy.

Second stop. A mouse. Well, I am not afraid of mouses and this one clearly is not afraid of me. I sit down and watch it's activities. Without being itchy.

Third stop. A black and yellow fire salamander. Now, this is interesting. I have never seen a black and yellow striped shiny salamander before. We just don't have them in my home town.

The hike stops with my own German promising we go searching for deers next time. I like deers. I don't have them in my home town. And they are not itchy.

So, I am into green now. And into animals. For days I am asking my own German for my own German animal.

It's decided. I get... a gold fish.
At least they are not itchy.

The Modern Art Show

Guided tour through Documenta. The worldwide respected Modern Art Show.

My own German is not so impressed. Well, he is the son of an art teacher. I think he has had enough of it.

But I am enthusiastic. And let me tell you, I can be very. Very. Very. Enthusiastic. So I convince him to take the invitation and guide me through the most famous Modern Art exhibition of Germany.

He warns me over and over. It is no fun. It is boring. And Modern Art is supposed to be not understandable. Kassel can be proud to have the event. But it's not for him. Surely also not for me.

And you know what? I loved it!

I don't know what the guide was talking about. She was Swiss. Let that be my excuse. But some things just speak for themselves. My own German does. Documenta too.

http://www.documenta.de/