Münsterplatz, Freiburg im Breisgau, June 2004
Nine years ago this month I was reaching the beginning of the end of my time studying abroad in Germany, so I went around town taking pictures of things I loved and wanted to remember. Chief among these things were the delicious Wursts sold at the market on the Münsterplatz, specifically at Uhl’s Wurststand.
What you don’t see in this photo is the massive crowd this cart always drew, or the delicious glass-bottled Coke and Fanta they sold along with their sausages. Lunchtime perfection! And so cheap. (Note: I documented my love of market Wurst on my last trip to Germany in late 2009 on a previous blog. Check it out!)
Two weeks from this very minute Jon and I will be winging our way across the Atlantic to Freiburg for a most triumphant return to my German home base. Münsterwurst here I come!
Castine, Maine, July 2007; Cape Elizabeth, Maine, August 2012
Well folks, what can I say? It’s been a crazy few weeks, with back-to-back long weekends in South Carolina and Maine and a massive deadline at work. But I’m back! (And better than ever? Hmm…)
Since I managed to miss last week old-timey post, here’s a bonus set from a few days later in July 2007 (on our way to South Carolina from Maine):
DeBordieu Colony, Georgetown, South Carolina, 1985
Over the weekend Jon and I drove to the coast of South Carolina for some quality beach time with my extended family. My family has been going to this spot with my dad’s cousins and their kids since 1981. We went every summer in some capacity until people started going to college, and we resumed our trips about seven years later when the youngest of us were nearing the end of college.
Every year we cousins lined up in age order for a group photo. In the above photo, there are cousins from five families — mine, and those of each of my dad’s four cousins we went with. This year we only had four representatives of what is now the middle generation — and only two of us are Poe by blood — so we didn’t even think to take a picture like this. Hopefully next year we’ll be able to take one with the whole gang in it again.
The camp/friend reunion over the weekend was super awesome (and super hot, even up in the mountains of Western NC). Here are a few pictures from the trip accompanied by one of my favorite quote/poem things that I read as a camper:
This is the land I love, these pine-clad hills
and ancient granite peaks, cloud-rimmed above.
There is a peace up high among these hills,
a solitude of soul, and God is nigh.
The valley down below may call to some;
but mountains beckon me, and I must go.
Yeah, it’s a little cheesy, but it holds up. Hope y’all had a beautiful weekend too. Bring on the mid-week holiday!
DeBordieu Colony, Georgetown, SC, summer 1986 or 1987?
East Pond, Smithfield, Maine, summer 1989?
I’m posting late again, and since today (Wednesday) is the summer solstice, OTT is all about summer. Apparently back in the mid- to late ’80s, primary colors were all the rage for the season, whether you were beach people, like my family, or lake people, like Jon’s.
Montreal, Quebec, May 29, 2010
Two years ago today was the last day of our French-Canadian honeymoon. There was late-night poutine (technically early morning on the 29th) with delicious local beer, a cat-chalet handoff, a river cruise and lots more. When we got home, we were tired.
Somewhere in Germany, sometime in the ’70s
In honor of May Day — not much of a holiday here, but a big one abroad — I thought I’d post an old-timey picture from Germany today. I found this among my Grandpa Jim’s photos. It’s a picture of his German friends Wolfram and Doris — now friends of mine as well — looking rather glamorous, from back in the day. My guess is that this was taken somewhere along the Elbe during one of Grandpa’s visits; either that or Wolfram and Doris had this taken on a special occasion and later sent a copy to Grandpa. Maybe I’ll drop them a line to ask…
Dún Aengus fort, Inis Mór, Aran Islands, Ireland, March 2007
I can’t believe it’s been FIVE YEARS since grad school and our class trip to Ireland. (Certainly the most enjoyable credits I ever earned!) We started off in Galway and ended up in Dublin; our last full day in the country was St. Patrick’s Day. While on the west coast, we made a jaunt to the Aran Islands. Aside from the extremely choppy waters on the ferry ride over, it was a lovely excursion.
Here and above, I’m peering over the side of a sheer dropoff to the churning ocean below. If you’re afraid of heights or falling, I don’t recommend this, but if you’re not, it’s a super cool feeling. Secure any loose clothing before attempting!
Next we have the eventual cover of Jon and Dave’s debut ska-punk album under the name ‘Habitual Plagiarism.’ When the record drops, you’ll hear it here first.
And, lastly, a sweet shot of me and Jon hiking back, taken by a classmate:
Freiburg im Breisgau, Germany, October 2003
All this singing in German I’ve been doing lately has me seriously nostalgic for the days of study abroad. Well, that and my friend Amanda’s (pictured above) awesome blog chronicling her second round of adventures in Germany.
I also recently discovered that one of the ASO cellists did his master’s degree in Freiburg, so I introduced myself during intermission of our concert on Saturday and we compared notes on what was around in 1993 (him) vs. 2003 (me). One of his favorite haunts was a Brauhaus across from Martinstor (Martin’s Gate), which is also known as as McDonaldstor because someone decided to build a McDonald’s restaurant into the medieval city gate. All of that made me think of this photo, which was taken at that very McDonald’s.
At this point we had been in Germany for just about two months and had learned to brave the hordes of Big Mac-begeistert Freiburgers and hit up McDonald’s when we were craving cheap American treats like milkshakes or fried apple pies, because the Germans just couldn’t get them right. This was one of those nights.