my new friends Pat, Cheryl, Michilene and Cleo. Cheryl and Cleo were responsible for organizing my trip to elementary schools in Germany.
I came back from Europe completely inspired to write. Just not about my trip. It sucks because it was such a profound experience and I’ve really wanted to show that. It’s been stressing me out because I wanted to get it all down before it fades out. But that’s just not what is showing up on the paper.
So for now, this is what I have to say: I made some great friends in my first week in Europe, working with the teachers and staff of the elementary schools I spoke at. They were amazing hosts and a blast to be around. Good friends, instantly. It was more difficult to leave than I would have expected. It took me 2 weeks to write thank you notes, simply because I couldn’t find a way to express my gratitude for such an amazing opportunity and experience. I’m not sure there is a way to adequately return the generosity. It was an adventure of a lifetime.
Without question, I came back revitalized and ready to dive back in to writing. I’ve pulled old stories off the shelf and remembered why I loved them in the first place. It’s been years since I’ve been here. I have no idea what I’ll be writing next. But that’s what makes it so fun. Inspiration has a mind all its own.
Little did I know that my European adventure would be so high on the hot dog. I landed in Frankfurt, home of the Frankfurter. I traveled to Wien (Vienna), home of the Wiener. I did not travel to Hamburg. But I could have. I’m telling you- this place is Meaty.
Why hasn’t the German department of tourism done this up? Like an ad campaign with the slogan GERMANY IS MEAT or something to that effect. They could have signs on the autobahn that say “WELCOME TO GERMANY, LAND OF MANY MEATS. And back in America, on the big screen at the baseball game, you’d see video ads with roasting sausages and beer and babes, and maybe even Frankenstein, and an ending where they zoom out over the Black Forest with the words Visit Germany- It’s One Giant Ballpark fading in…
In Germany, it is seriously not out of the question that I might meander upon some place called Ketzup Pfalz. And I will take a picture of the throne upon which sat the Earl of Ketzup. And I will learn, as everyone there knows except for me, that this was THE PLACE where the Earl of Ketzup issued the proclamation that all steaks be served “‘b’neath a blanket of crushed tomahto.” I can think of no other place on Earth where this scenario could be more plausible.
Were it not for the graceful balance of infinite German bakeries (8 on every corner), this place would be called Meatyland.