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Der Chef is not a cook.

Monday, May 7th, 2012

Der Chef is actually “the boss.”  Der Koch is “the cook.”  Thus ends the language lesson for today.

If you asked my new friends in Austria how well I speak German, they will probably say it’s getting much better.  If you ask me, it’s still pretty awful.  I constantly forget words mid-sentence, and my grammar degrades the longer I talk.  I have to ask people to repeat things all the time. It can be frustrating, but the only way to get better is to practice every single day.  Anyway, what could ever keep me from talking?

I’m taking a more structured class offered at Eric’s workplace, as well as using Rosetta Stone.  I’ve also been taking a really interesting “Culinary German Class.” It’s basically a conversation class, but most adults aren’t particularly comfortable just sitting around trying to speak in a language they don’t quite understand. Instead, we learn to cook a local dish and the conversation just flows around the preparation and eating afterward.  It’s a fun way to practice German and I’m picking up quite a few cooking tips too.

On of the unique foods in Carinthia (Kärnten in German, it’s the “state” that we live in) is Reindling.  It’s a bread that is made with cinnamon, raisins, and a lot of butter.  It’s served mostly at Easter as a cake, but also in the summer with Kirchtag soup.  The combination of sweet bread with the salty, heavily seasoned soup is surprisingly good.  It’s actually not that complicated to make, but I think most people here have their own little tricks, including adding rum to it!  We made one in class and I decided to try my own at home.  Just like with speaking, I need more practice.  It tasted a little better than it looked, but here are the results.

Fahrrad? Far out!

Wednesday, April 18th, 2012

As I mentioned in my last blog, Spring is now upon us.   There has been plenty of rain and just enough sun to make the flowers start blooming.  Since ski season is over, we’ve turned out attention to other activities.

Over the Winter we had a tragic loss… Eric’s bike was stolen.  Nearly every building here has a Keller (cellar) for bike storage.  We kept ours there along with everyone else, but neglected to put a lock on it.  Apparently bike theft is a huge problem here (and even more so in Vienna). It’s really just a matter of time before a bike with no lock goes missing.  No one is very sympathetic.

The only way to cheer up someone who has lost a bike is, of course, to go pick out a new one.  Bike shopping might even be more fun than riding one.  Going to sport shops and looking at all the shiny new models, test riding them, and imaging all the places you’ll ride is exciting, and so I just had to get a new bike too. (Yes, that brings my total to 3 – I’m winning!)

We’ve started to trick them out with headlights, bells, bottle carriers, bike computers, and all that other stuff which is equally fun to shop for.  And this time we also got a big thick lock and are actually using it. Lesson learned.

His:

Hers:

End of the Season

Saturday, April 14th, 2012

We took one last ski trip to finish out the season, so I’ll do one more blog about my favorite winter sport.  We spent a great long weekend in Kitzbuhel and got in a few final days of skiing.  We learned the lesson quickly that the best snow conditions were first thing in the morning before the beautiful sunshine had time to make it slushy.

Kitzbuhel is a lovely town, but there were signs that the season was ramping down.  There was not much apres-ski and some of the slopes, including the famous Hahnenkamm were getting muddy at the bottom.  Bring on Spring!

If you want to see glamour shots of the mountain, check out our photo galleries (link at right).  Here’s a few alternate views of the trip:

Each of the gondolas has a plaque for a different ski champ. Most of them are Europeans who I’ve never heard of, but I had a good feeling about the weekend when we got on the first time and saw this…

Freshly groomed!  First one down this slope…

A good day graphed

Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

The photo below could be a graph of anything – maybe seasonal unit sales data or a cardiogram.  It is, however, a graph of a good day on the ski slopes.  We recently spent 2 of the last 4 weekends on overnight ski trips, the first at Zell am See and the second to Obertauern.  Nearly every weekend we’ve been going to the local ski slopes, and in reality neither of these resorts is that far from where we live.  However, there is definitely something different about not having to drive home after a long day on the pistes, and rolling out of bed the next morning onto the mountain.  And then there are the outdoor hot tubs for sore muscles.  Ahh!

The apres-ski thing deserves it’s own blog for some other time too, but I should wrap up by explaining the graph.  Some of the mountains have a tracking system tied to the chip in your lift pass card.  Every time you go up a lift or ski down a hill, it is recorded.  When you stop at a hut for a break, you can scan your card and it prints the details of where you’ve been.  Some of the resorts also have an app for your mobile phone that track your skiing via GPS.

We got a few more runs in after this was printed.  It’s very strange to see a fun day quantified this way:

Box of Chocolates

Thursday, February 16th, 2012

As the “Forest Gump” saying goes, you never know what you’re gonna get.  Living here in Austria is a bit like that.  Our town organizes all sorts of events and really brings in the tourists.  If you read the local papers (which is still pretty difficult for me) or stop by the tourist office, you can find out all the activities from art exhibits to concerts.  I tend to just wait and see what’s happening, and since we live on the main square it usually doesn’t take too long for us to find out.

However, sometimes it’s still a surprise…  Last Thursday the peaceful afternoon was disturbed by what sounded like firecrackers being set off.  The loud popping turned out to be men dressed in old-fashioned outfits cracking whips walking down the street past our house.  They were followed by  something I can’t really describe, so I’ll just post a picture of it below.  These things each had a few huge cowbells tied around their waists and make quite a racket while they danced down the street.

In about 15 minutes they were gone, leaving me stunned and stumped.  After a little research on the internet, I found out that they are called Kurents and are from Slovenia.  They help scare away Winter, and were invited here as part of a cultural exchange as we get ready for Fasching this week.  Hopefully they bring some nice weather!