Fraulein Sue,
I have had an ancestral awakening. I have never been so proud of the fact that my last name ends in two - not one, but TWO - "n"'s. For real. I feel connected to my German heritage for the first time since being forced to act excited about it for "Ethnicity Day" in fourth grade.
Let me explain.
The BF and I needed to leave the country so I could come back in and validate my student visa. The perfect excuse for a Munich mini-break, no?
Mind you, I was not particularly interested in going to Germany. I had never been that enthused about my German roots. The language gets caught in your throat, the people seem a bit harsh and overly brawny, and the beer-guzzling is so not conducive to looking hot in a wedding dress. But seeing as we are only a two-hour jetlagless flight away from my ancestral home, there was really no excuse.
I have no idea where in Germany my family is actually from, but I have hereby embraced Munich as the land of my forefathers. What a great town!
The glockenspiel!
Underwhelming and overrated, yet nevertheless endearing!
The dirndls!
I am set for slutty - I mean, traditional - Halloween costumes for life!
The weisswursts!
I was in hog heaven (literally).
Also? My new obsession now that the Olympics are over: Hofbrauhaus. Beers and pretzels as big as your head. Definitely not Colossus-sanctioned but a to the mazing. Not to mention the effortlessly fabulosity-oozing locals:
I am desperately hoping this man is my long-lost great-uncle.
My new affinity for my native culture does not mean we will be giving away beer steins as wedding favors, nor will the dress code be changed to "Lederhosen Chic." But still. I am thrilled to have discovered that I do feel connected to my beer-guzzling, big-boned ethnic roots after all.
Auf Wiedersehen,
Fraulein Jen
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