tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77936289575922485162024-03-14T06:06:41.918-07:00Historical Organ EncountersEmmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-51098023435423062892011-07-10T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.599-07:00Pure joy<span lang="EN"> Happy Sunday. We attended church at the SELK church in Magdeburg which was quite different from the church in Dresden but the people were quite nice and glad to have us there. After church, we had coffee and cake, then made a quick stop by the Magdeburg Dom for Katie and Chris to see. Then it was back to Manfred’s flat to take a much needed nap, then time to get ready to head back to Niederndodeleben where the choir was practicing. Once they finished, there was a short demonstration by the organ builder about what he had done to renovate parts of the organ, then there was a short church service to dedicate the new CD. This was all followed by coffee, cake and champagne in the courtyard. Once this was done and everyone was back in the church, I gave my recital. Overall, I was quite pleased with it. This was followed with more cake, coffee, wine, and beer in the courtyard. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9BtWnUpsJjxkUEZh5aVQYig1FaCCkXhrHJjgdkBnEFs9SHRtOtQhXL6kNPmng7GlzMg9VoPIr6hyyZ-bhsdcN6rPvYju-alxbAlJiExvqxd9CLzf1BSCuD7oJerETjcAWCJeTvilAbSmE/s1600/Picture+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9BtWnUpsJjxkUEZh5aVQYig1FaCCkXhrHJjgdkBnEFs9SHRtOtQhXL6kNPmng7GlzMg9VoPIr6hyyZ-bhsdcN6rPvYju-alxbAlJiExvqxd9CLzf1BSCuD7oJerETjcAWCJeTvilAbSmE/s320/Picture+9.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br /><span lang="EN">This was great fun and we stayed for HOURS talking to the wonderful people there and listening to them sing everything from folk songs to lullabies to Schubert. I could not have possibly been happier and am pretty sure that I experienced a little slice of heaven today. When this was all done, Chris, Katie and I all piled into the back of the small car so we could take a lady home, then went back to Manfred’s house where he made us dinner of kartoffel puree and some sort of sausage (which I passed up) and tomato slices. It was a most fabulous day and I couldn’t have possibly been happier. <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyP-8rFGUZ0bblRIqEJ71rFWAATp-3a22LMzHr1vDzbGmnEZd-cdsAETfk6FLTD766BteWO9IZvOEtO299VTo5dK0kUQ-SlCzhwFJw12Uxp3fc9a6j4mo1buftTsOqe_WP_C2yWwjQHE82/s1600/Picture+9+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyP-8rFGUZ0bblRIqEJ71rFWAATp-3a22LMzHr1vDzbGmnEZd-cdsAETfk6FLTD766BteWO9IZvOEtO299VTo5dK0kUQ-SlCzhwFJw12Uxp3fc9a6j4mo1buftTsOqe_WP_C2yWwjQHE82/s320/Picture+9+002.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div></span> </span>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-78748440947097891982011-07-09T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.599-07:00A day full of goosebumps<span lang="EN">Since today was Saturday and Manfred didn’t have to work, he joined us for some sightseeing fun. We had breakfast then headed to Harbke to play the organ there. This organ (II/21) was a Fritzsche-Treutmann organ (1622/1728) in the St. Levin Castle Church and it was love at first sight. I could not get up to the balcony fast enough!!! The lady met us and told us about the organ, which was very kind, but I must confess, I didn’t listen as carefully as I should have because I was so anxious to play. Once I got up to the balcony I played and played and played. There were some solo stops that were so gorgeous my heart nearly stopped. I was going to play an hour, but ended up playing far longer than that and felt like it was only a few seconds. When we were done, we bought some CD’s and went to the garden to see the ruins of the castle, but my heart was still pounding from that organ!!! </span> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-J4BQf_3bk5DnIeIFGphoU8fi3YJDEcpDN8OOwJeogLdeh-UnSmR-b6-blHsgru5-NEJeoP63Yt-dupiUZdt8FE_EnxrA5oMmUXARJ-5eVv1ZniAHP5o-JsR4jipfsil3qZcZ3lCovUxH/s1600/Picture+9+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-J4BQf_3bk5DnIeIFGphoU8fi3YJDEcpDN8OOwJeogLdeh-UnSmR-b6-blHsgru5-NEJeoP63Yt-dupiUZdt8FE_EnxrA5oMmUXARJ-5eVv1ZniAHP5o-JsR4jipfsil3qZcZ3lCovUxH/s320/Picture+9+004.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7Sa3DrYZfXapG6OcPnP3djM4ou6hfKWkdG6psFSnDv21hLYsBS4uVDiZpVIX7qB0pUzkiKhNrRbKYzUt_5E3rDg5HC2mQKMZsCQZnijrOZCQMbYg6tm2z8qSAg2gntdWP17_06AecdV2/s1600/Picture+9+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7Sa3DrYZfXapG6OcPnP3djM4ou6hfKWkdG6psFSnDv21hLYsBS4uVDiZpVIX7qB0pUzkiKhNrRbKYzUt_5E3rDg5HC2mQKMZsCQZnijrOZCQMbYg6tm2z8qSAg2gntdWP17_06AecdV2/s320/Picture+9+003.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> We saw the oldest ginkgo tree in Germany and got a leaf to take home. We enjoyed ice cream in the garden which was wonderful. </div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgip3ZpZWA8NwGN1Fk6y2PpUmrBSpzN4mp4C43k9cXgh-9VWWYt-MWPjtDts74RviFQSnoiCLg1htQK7Yrs_r0j4YVdJaTGfHPZVTnmChCC5s5W26adWWYFb7-LOLxQcGVkwfqI_NwXIfsl/s1600/Picture+9+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgip3ZpZWA8NwGN1Fk6y2PpUmrBSpzN4mp4C43k9cXgh-9VWWYt-MWPjtDts74RviFQSnoiCLg1htQK7Yrs_r0j4YVdJaTGfHPZVTnmChCC5s5W26adWWYFb7-LOLxQcGVkwfqI_NwXIfsl/s320/Picture+9+001.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we moved on to our next destination: Marienbon. This was an old boarder crossing and now houses a museum that we went through. It was very strange and a little eerie to go through and it is so hard to comprehend how different Germany was then. Manfred shared stories of his memories of going through here to go visit his sister in West Berlin. </div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SEq5yryKruQVAXZ3uI3STOp8jXbhLnl6X0N5eFxoeQGVSfm_ETX-Qa2LJrDRV3Q_GXKCTfFxJL-WYUWI3pCDQONeZ-BGOtygHxAbkMTB2VrSLwAy5P_YheVA88bTDAF0nj78NRKMPxpo/s1600/Picture+9+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9SEq5yryKruQVAXZ3uI3STOp8jXbhLnl6X0N5eFxoeQGVSfm_ETX-Qa2LJrDRV3Q_GXKCTfFxJL-WYUWI3pCDQONeZ-BGOtygHxAbkMTB2VrSLwAy5P_YheVA88bTDAF0nj78NRKMPxpo/s320/Picture+9+005.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>After this we went to another place to see part of the wall that still remains. From here we headed once again back to Niederndodeleben for one last practice, which was great. Then we went out to dinner and a few of Manfred’s friends joined us. We had a great time, then headed back home to bed.Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-7827510021549137542011-07-07T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.599-07:00Recital preperations begin!<span lang="EN"> Today we woke up and headed to Niederndodeleben so I could practice. I got there and practiced for four GLORIOUS hours. I was totally in my element and relaxed into the music and listened to the wind and all that good stuff. Chris graciously spent time getting to know the stops since he will be pulling stops for the recital. I could have stayed and played all day, but didn’t want to overstay my welcome so we headed home by late afternoon. We took the train no problem, but then the tram broke down. Why not. So, we walked the rest of the way to Manfred’s, went to the grocery store, and had dinner. Manfred was working late but when he got home we sat up and talked a bit. </span>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-79547133952960923832011-07-06T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.599-07:00More organs!<span lang="EN">Today we left Erfurt to visit another organ, this time in Mulberg. We took a 9 minute train ride and were supposed to have a 3 minute break until getting on the bus, but the train was 5 minutes late so we missed the bus and had to kill an hour till the next one came. It all worked out OK, though, and we got to the cute little city in plenty of time. This organ was a knock out. This was a romantic organ and would have been PERFECT for Mendelssohn, but I forgot all my Mendelssohn at home, which I was quite upset about. Needless to say, I still had a grand old time and was in high heaven. </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPeojdVWKxt1p7jQYJKTLO-Ci8pG2QGxcMXd0L4Rbt0vBpUUXVJXDEiw1rz_liwKmKqcgUB9Zp5RAAMlctcn0HGOA57t0UTGC9o4M8TARcTJLRoFkiI9y3rcf_m5eVK-l789Lnf3RzH3X/s1600/Picture+9+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPeojdVWKxt1p7jQYJKTLO-Ci8pG2QGxcMXd0L4Rbt0vBpUUXVJXDEiw1rz_liwKmKqcgUB9Zp5RAAMlctcn0HGOA57t0UTGC9o4M8TARcTJLRoFkiI9y3rcf_m5eVK-l789Lnf3RzH3X/s320/Picture+9+002.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVXbFNOgl187Sc2j_Yo9kFtVnoQJSNuKuqBbUG_zgcD-6X66HF7RMCYRRELVY2g5Exbro04prmSUZUdRdmChxqXuY1z2oIe8pyAoIxb02B6hU8Qq8jkpuk-5E8nRVHMrj_R4AIo_jbxxQ/s1600/Picture+9+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMVXbFNOgl187Sc2j_Yo9kFtVnoQJSNuKuqBbUG_zgcD-6X66HF7RMCYRRELVY2g5Exbro04prmSUZUdRdmChxqXuY1z2oIe8pyAoIxb02B6hU8Qq8jkpuk-5E8nRVHMrj_R4AIo_jbxxQ/s320/Picture+9+003.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwTMsn76D7E5f0z_IRvyCjCBmIHQU0W2pJ6PlJZLlGgPAK-Q015mfzaXWZfZ-2mO8xEvlzu7sGJbNonUyHckdqrRj7CO87a-FJrOLpEm6ivwoiqVZ8fOB1idwsNv13kw2hyphenhyphen08RGK9p9X2/s1600/Picture+9+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMwTMsn76D7E5f0z_IRvyCjCBmIHQU0W2pJ6PlJZLlGgPAK-Q015mfzaXWZfZ-2mO8xEvlzu7sGJbNonUyHckdqrRj7CO87a-FJrOLpEm6ivwoiqVZ8fOB1idwsNv13kw2hyphenhyphen08RGK9p9X2/s320/Picture+9+006.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">After playing for a significant length of time, we headed back to Erfurt, and then went to see both the Severikirche and the Dom. </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOzGRZ3SYtwlc7J8WKGKe5hrWr45DkH-MMqiLnKjnWZfTnm1K0ELijRmujeaRyWKSgmGRl91Z-8AD_hSeuYaLcem0aE71F6-4N4AfcR6H9qyrVkDnwvQK3MD_Ad0xwJPNKsd_c8Ux27r_D/s1600/Picture+9+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOzGRZ3SYtwlc7J8WKGKe5hrWr45DkH-MMqiLnKjnWZfTnm1K0ELijRmujeaRyWKSgmGRl91Z-8AD_hSeuYaLcem0aE71F6-4N4AfcR6H9qyrVkDnwvQK3MD_Ad0xwJPNKsd_c8Ux27r_D/s320/Picture+9+001.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Then we dragged our luggage to the train station to head to Magdeburg. This was a 2 ½ hour train ride on a FULL train so we stood the first half hour. Never was I so happy to get off a train. Manfred met us at the station and we headed back to his flat. Then we walked along the river to go out to eat to a restaurant that he took Heidi and I to last year. We enjoyed a meal together and talked for a looooooong time, then headed back to his house and went to bed. </div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-10259773892562086612011-07-05T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.600-07:00Bach, Mendelssohn, and street musicians.<span lang="EN">Today we woke up and went back downtown and spent some time in St. Thomas. Someone was playing the organ and it had a cipher. We walked around the church and took some more pictures and I stood by Bach’s grave for quite awhile just enjoying being so close to one of my all time favorite heroes. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryoHULfxkkTDrxGCmpgAt3nqZYUJXFjxtLdXf-SlZvBuALvth2lV1gV9zOWyd5yRqUN6lbxgi7SS6wUyenwL98dAvkan5sprcC_0NR4uHGqkdx1ujwrm8K2Kmc4dHWTrtfpTj5bt7_eMQ/s1600/Picture+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhryoHULfxkkTDrxGCmpgAt3nqZYUJXFjxtLdXf-SlZvBuALvth2lV1gV9zOWyd5yRqUN6lbxgi7SS6wUyenwL98dAvkan5sprcC_0NR4uHGqkdx1ujwrm8K2Kmc4dHWTrtfpTj5bt7_eMQ/s320/Picture+001.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><span lang="EN">After this, we went to the Mendelssohn Haus where we saw the room where he died, his death mask, a lock of his hair, and many of his watercolors. This guy was one talented dude and I would have loved to know him in person. From here we traveled on to Arnstadt and hiked to Bachkirche with all of our luggage and it was hot outside! It was well worth it (and well worth the rather extravagant organ use fee I handed over) to play this organ. The action was unbelievably heavy but the organ was amazing. I should have packed the oxygen. These organs will just get you every time. </span><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-jC195aahEOqMe9v-7Jvqx-212dz6HOxVUnE85Cx6Ljv1r_EaBC861aenTHOfT-rK7Td_mLs-ZEGXg4UUClKOjPgK5lV5YPCM6Zma4OfNy0ODelhjPdm6206TaVdk8P4XhMp5FnFDO4j/s1600/Picture+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR-jC195aahEOqMe9v-7Jvqx-212dz6HOxVUnE85Cx6Ljv1r_EaBC861aenTHOfT-rK7Td_mLs-ZEGXg4UUClKOjPgK5lV5YPCM6Zma4OfNy0ODelhjPdm6206TaVdk8P4XhMp5FnFDO4j/s320/Picture+007.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJfuQ9QI-pPis0-XNdNirjXA8bzfA8Ncxvq54WwxF3xfRMnySveW79khR_qC0iJt2tBbT1GgMIi_gdG2Oyh0cpPj-T6-goDVk8H5Zuql1jlUzM5_M2NVVjD1JlC7seubH_uWHqyBeQ8ds/s1600/Picture+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMJfuQ9QI-pPis0-XNdNirjXA8bzfA8Ncxvq54WwxF3xfRMnySveW79khR_qC0iJt2tBbT1GgMIi_gdG2Oyh0cpPj-T6-goDVk8H5Zuql1jlUzM5_M2NVVjD1JlC7seubH_uWHqyBeQ8ds/s320/Picture+006.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">After we left we went back to the train station with all of our luggage and took a train to Erfurt where we checked into our opera hostel where we found a tuba hanging from our ceiling. We wandered around downtown but couldn’t go inside anywhere because it was all closed so we enjoyed a meal outside sitting around a table on cobblestone streets listening to the various street musicians, including accordian and guitar. Also, they lit our candle and it was just very European feeling. Plus anyway, I ate the whole pizza. See pictures below for proof.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSBuHu2gWMSr9HUnGViJ_bER2YDl-fEg8l8obrs3yh5W5bjwsdpa03o0Rd6iGQL40430EdbAYBA-mjzhNuLp33xrUm8P_JReqxY2IU0Lg697C4iHJA_17KVkQLXb66zNaSI5jowGrsAaO/s1600/Picture+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDSBuHu2gWMSr9HUnGViJ_bER2YDl-fEg8l8obrs3yh5W5bjwsdpa03o0Rd6iGQL40430EdbAYBA-mjzhNuLp33xrUm8P_JReqxY2IU0Lg697C4iHJA_17KVkQLXb66zNaSI5jowGrsAaO/s320/Picture+003.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Bs7mvWnDTivUrT52-HwfeGCFv_EoZxB5KL1cw6-ZC5wd3V9TtOqLIzSjMXU91FZtOrVjM0IL0c0wMraYwfiyo46_7RRJ1NliYoeROvzPC1SdIrBI5b2AVMjLc1SCZMPX_XmO1Ny44pBq/s1600/Picture+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Bs7mvWnDTivUrT52-HwfeGCFv_EoZxB5KL1cw6-ZC5wd3V9TtOqLIzSjMXU91FZtOrVjM0IL0c0wMraYwfiyo46_7RRJ1NliYoeROvzPC1SdIrBI5b2AVMjLc1SCZMPX_XmO1Ny44pBq/s320/Picture+004.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg715Pf3yzP62LrNjgGSRQzUi6kth1-xyeLToTc6uu-r_SUXkbDo8yMeZWc1CS2DZ3JdMwkVHDuvvm-vcFG3neV5x5pqVjVo73ZPLf0Z5IfsnGFc4miw8je8Poj4V381xabCVaF-XvDB4vu/s1600/Picture+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg715Pf3yzP62LrNjgGSRQzUi6kth1-xyeLToTc6uu-r_SUXkbDo8yMeZWc1CS2DZ3JdMwkVHDuvvm-vcFG3neV5x5pqVjVo73ZPLf0Z5IfsnGFc4miw8je8Poj4V381xabCVaF-XvDB4vu/s320/Picture+005.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">. </div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-18606789486873642912011-07-04T16:07:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.600-07:00A 4th of July spent in the country I love....I can’t think of a better way to spend the 4th of July but in Germany! Instead of sweltering heat and humidity and loud fireworks, I enjoyed a nice upper 60’s day in Wittenberg and Leipzig. Perfect! So we woke up and enjoyed the continental breakfast provided by the hotel we stayed at. It was German style, of course, with rolls and jams and every kind of cheese you could possibly imagine. Also soft boiled eggs, cold cuts, and juices and fruit. Once we had competed eating we set out to see the city. I had seen it last year, but it never gets old. It makes me a little sad to think that the interior of Castle Church is not how Luther would have known it, but none the less, it is pretty awesome to be in the church that Luther was at and is buried in. Unfortunately, the door was under construction/ restoration so we could not get by it, so I’m glad I took my picture next to it last year. The Marty statue is still gone, too. I Guess I’ll just have to come back someday. If you want to see Wittenberg pics, go back and read my old blog entries. I’m just to lazy to post more pics of Wittenberg here. <br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">From here we boarded the train and rode an hour to Leipzig. As withWittenberg, I had been here before, but coming back again doesn’t take the awe and wonder out of the experience. I mean, who in their right mind could EVER stand so close to Bach’s grave and not get chills? In any case, we checked into our hotel…. The Holiday Inn right across from the train station. It was a fabulous location and price, but a very American hotel, particularly the bathroom. I mean, just look at this bathtub. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eEPpcQ2njynV-DnKJvtVXyzGm-8Up5uxkUDrwu8Pt7Po5-APtJaM_FFARKPdCjDUtSwtdczN_t4mE5N3L75ORTv_4Ef3Tze207NOfRwX4PrY6Py7riiFLv-O3ujYlnjreBpyKzl0XDIv/s1600/Picture+9+005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eEPpcQ2njynV-DnKJvtVXyzGm-8Up5uxkUDrwu8Pt7Po5-APtJaM_FFARKPdCjDUtSwtdczN_t4mE5N3L75ORTv_4Ef3Tze207NOfRwX4PrY6Py7riiFLv-O3ujYlnjreBpyKzl0XDIv/s320/Picture+9+005.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">While I was a bit disappointed that it was so American, I can't complain because all we will do here is sleep and shower. So once we dropped our stuff off we went downtown to check out the churches and the sights. We didn’t have a ton of time, but we all did some major shopping at the gift shop and saw the big Bach outside. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9E3IUr3ImM5pLXdyuNS40gSnoZczp3S10yOQ1B-RbN6Zk5343Ygi_qj_ifeeKza6DVrgpvLab1Mn_9FhEyBscmlmQjPsz0CVkWXURHAwguNxBSbgdBif37oNoyVrXwZdv2mTus8rPeLX/s1600/Picture+9+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9E3IUr3ImM5pLXdyuNS40gSnoZczp3S10yOQ1B-RbN6Zk5343Ygi_qj_ifeeKza6DVrgpvLab1Mn_9FhEyBscmlmQjPsz0CVkWXURHAwguNxBSbgdBif37oNoyVrXwZdv2mTus8rPeLX/s320/Picture+9+006.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Then we went and grabbed some dinner and returned to St. Thomas church for a concert. It was so full we had to sit in the very back and I realized more than ever why things like bells at the elevation or use of incense were so important back then. While I could hear perfectly (more on that later) I could see NOTHING and felt really disengaged. Ah well. The acoustics in there are amazing and of course there were no microphones used. I HATE microphones and avoid them at all costs. Anyway, Even in this huge church that seats over 1000, sitting in the second to last row, you could hear EVERY note from the string quartet. The music was delicately carried up and through the room, yet easy to hear and so expressive and full of emotion and depth. Then, there was this choir from the USA. You could hear their words, but I wasn’t particularly fond of their musical selections or style. Ah well, it was still a great experience to go to a concert there. After this, we went off in search for food, and found some we did….. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6KuIKpWE1ErNmPr89LcCVwyGwNS3VSfoqhGAkLYNdbCQV_2OjEqN5NDtaXfRtEjZcCTwuBWC-0p8J5PaPso9Ng8FtJK_a4Ujq3OhYmhFsak5d59Be6aQxn-ggy8ffqxOVDNKUoRPvEUa/s1600/Picture+9+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt6KuIKpWE1ErNmPr89LcCVwyGwNS3VSfoqhGAkLYNdbCQV_2OjEqN5NDtaXfRtEjZcCTwuBWC-0p8J5PaPso9Ng8FtJK_a4Ujq3OhYmhFsak5d59Be6aQxn-ggy8ffqxOVDNKUoRPvEUa/s320/Picture+9+007.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Now now, before you get all excited, chill out. Those who know me didn’t REALLY think I’d be drinking beer, did you? I assure, you, I did not do any drinking. Chris had bought 2 bottles and we had all bought a bunch of pastries to take back, and Chris and I got ice cream and of course had to document the ice cream. Katie couldn’t easily juggle the camera, beer, and pastry bag, and Chris couldn’t manage 2 beers and an ice cream, so I ended up holding one. HA! Makes for a good picture, anyway. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Once back in the room, Katie and I tried our Berliner Pretzels which were sort of a cross between a doughnut and a funnel cake. OH MY GOSH. SOOOOOOOO yummy! And so now it is late and the day is done, and tomorrow will rise to further explore Leipzig. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDsGVXk1wX9GJeTwtxjG5G_vE1RLVCHAFbPL3mL3-hko87goJZc5b-crnhClNDZL3MnQZc5qAqP6pdEo_K1fzF8x6GGuEkT4bKCUS7hOvF-veShWNvlQXqEUGrcfiOg8MrfvkR2yVjp37/s1600/Picture+9+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDsGVXk1wX9GJeTwtxjG5G_vE1RLVCHAFbPL3mL3-hko87goJZc5b-crnhClNDZL3MnQZc5qAqP6pdEo_K1fzF8x6GGuEkT4bKCUS7hOvF-veShWNvlQXqEUGrcfiOg8MrfvkR2yVjp37/s320/Picture+9+008.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-25272005747292027722011-07-03T11:59:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.600-07:00Marty, here we come!!!Today we attended church at Dreieinigkeitsgemeinde in der St.-Petri-Kirche. This was a SELK congregation and there was a woman who kindly sat with us to translate the sermon. The rest of the service we could follow simply because liturgy is liturgy regardless what language. I love liturgy. I loved hear the hymns in German and I loved the real church bell and organ. I could live here. <br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNBP2zIA8BZmlqM8OfXZeERBBPetKTDay_TzS39KAA-UKMFzdXojf8oLc59hSQmKejbMUTJarRT8y6amt-jVSfySNATIDeQA-5Eew_KhmGqKuozEqzVwvaIHlPzTTNVTyy65MUkUu4LQv/s1600/Picture+9+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijNBP2zIA8BZmlqM8OfXZeERBBPetKTDay_TzS39KAA-UKMFzdXojf8oLc59hSQmKejbMUTJarRT8y6amt-jVSfySNATIDeQA-5Eew_KhmGqKuozEqzVwvaIHlPzTTNVTyy65MUkUu4LQv/s320/Picture+9+001.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>After this, we traveled in the driving rain to Wittenberg and checked into our hotel and discovered the clothes in the bottom of the suitcases were wet. As if we haven’t had enough stuff go wrong this trip. Oh well, can’t complain too much. I got out the hairdryer and we dried all the clothes that way. <span id="goog_1914156241"></span><span id="goog_1914156242"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqf4s9Fqk7H6xo2guLCcrW9GbnqJQLBbE56u1gFf1uo7QyHhRMf5QiI2VC3wkhdQkX-G220VsDQZpFmmVYR28DweJNLLBeuCqVbdx25xvpIRR028apkfwEnl9H9ygv4D39t7j6njmI78WM/s1600/Picture+9+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqf4s9Fqk7H6xo2guLCcrW9GbnqJQLBbE56u1gFf1uo7QyHhRMf5QiI2VC3wkhdQkX-G220VsDQZpFmmVYR28DweJNLLBeuCqVbdx25xvpIRR028apkfwEnl9H9ygv4D39t7j6njmI78WM/s320/Picture+9+004.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><br />Then we wandered the town of Wittenberg and went out for Pizza. Since it is Sunday, most things were closed, so we just wandered outside, but did take a peek inside Castle church. I get chills even though I’ve seen it before. Then of course, we had ice cream and we had a party with marty in the plaza. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsLmXSQ3hMX2JyCjfb4-shcSqQSvaN77roHuBbLGgAR6jz0ZR1fpH0OrxpHb7RTghoSDcYyklQx6D6Iii2r1uWnon4AXd8_4xo7WZof6Q4KGuEDuu7X_zsrDJ6vgJdQeBxKhm9gPf6yZv/s1600/Picture+9+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsLmXSQ3hMX2JyCjfb4-shcSqQSvaN77roHuBbLGgAR6jz0ZR1fpH0OrxpHb7RTghoSDcYyklQx6D6Iii2r1uWnon4AXd8_4xo7WZof6Q4KGuEDuu7X_zsrDJ6vgJdQeBxKhm9gPf6yZv/s320/Picture+9+002.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-34405889580692634492011-07-02T13:54:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.600-07:00Prague BlogToday we went to Prague. Although the day started very stressfully (getting the wrong train ticket and then almost missing the train….) we finally made it and while it ended up costing more than anticipated, it was worth every koruna. We took out 1,000 of them and spent that in a flash. It felt strange to see such large numbers pop on the register when we bought stuff! We went across the Charles Bridge which was HUGE, packed with tourists and had a zillion statues. From there we went to the Prague Castle. While there, we visited St. Vitus Cathedral which was huge and amazing with the most gorgeous stained glass. This cathedral was so big that it had over 10 altars inside! Plus there were graves all over and a crypt. I was TOTALLY in my element there and verging on giddy. I love love LOVE cathedrals and the history and mystery and all of that. LOVE! We also went in the castle itself as well as the basilica of St. George. I could have stayed 10 days here. It was all full of European goodness. Seriously. This would most certainly be on my list of top five favorite cities in Europe and I hope I can go back one day and spend more time. Rather than rambling on and trying to express with words what I’m experiencing, I’ll let the pictures do the talking. It was a VERY windy day, so we struggled to get pictures of us looking halfway decent. HAHA. (Don’t worry… when we got home, we found ice cream)<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Gate to Prague Castle</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6Sb0ZmhhoNL57PftY6Surzdvrwn3ex9xZmKOvNADdiVeXb6uIwhcOls9_3l7488VJ1lR9qPywZCyEBYZ9bZj-dmHQkfhVWGtXqrcv9FMx6qr4P358eZqp7xyp-dcwfePV7O93kn3WKMd/s1600/Picture+9+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624861813857428706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6Sb0ZmhhoNL57PftY6Surzdvrwn3ex9xZmKOvNADdiVeXb6uIwhcOls9_3l7488VJ1lR9qPywZCyEBYZ9bZj-dmHQkfhVWGtXqrcv9FMx6qr4P358eZqp7xyp-dcwfePV7O93kn3WKMd/s400/Picture+9+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div><br /><br />Castle guard sporting his shades<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvagEcwj1GWN7tzBBR-Uju4BYgLq9wykcjgfn5-i2eGs31mAO8tFeSchnjqh1RAhtd199DEBn_q3dyuMouYK-jWAAP39Oc9TqOoqAqXO06G3klJOzkr5OeXsPuE6SufPRtqgk9lSFD_2L/s1600/Picture+9+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624862263749318722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvagEcwj1GWN7tzBBR-Uju4BYgLq9wykcjgfn5-i2eGs31mAO8tFeSchnjqh1RAhtd199DEBn_q3dyuMouYK-jWAAP39Oc9TqOoqAqXO06G3klJOzkr5OeXsPuE6SufPRtqgk9lSFD_2L/s400/Picture+9+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />St. Vitus Cathedral<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQmBV7z6YQXtUxaHve6gwqtPh7KFH1qviFdh9UGuOFCBcIDwNKAQqxOdJgl_rr3qnojCOppkR0IEy5EtRH5KPtEl84P83ctSHlxGXalb-X4dizAxTVTj4qrWh9WHOs5DjlDq4pam4ZkIN/s1600/Picture+9+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624863274305492498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQmBV7z6YQXtUxaHve6gwqtPh7KFH1qviFdh9UGuOFCBcIDwNKAQqxOdJgl_rr3qnojCOppkR0IEy5EtRH5KPtEl84P83ctSHlxGXalb-X4dizAxTVTj4qrWh9WHOs5DjlDq4pam4ZkIN/s400/Picture+9+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IKVE6WYlyJGD0bnaPOeHToL7Fy9qN7nCEKCxCoY2oRYv8Vk8TnqDGSTQiMf4Tasms8_GpR_bcACxaZrg_xnDYxxGjoZYc8G9QapZQpLWXwuoFbyoLKD2cp9fM5UDDPiXR3a3v0XWQfDz/s1600/Picture+9+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624862920225035490" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IKVE6WYlyJGD0bnaPOeHToL7Fy9qN7nCEKCxCoY2oRYv8Vk8TnqDGSTQiMf4Tasms8_GpR_bcACxaZrg_xnDYxxGjoZYc8G9QapZQpLWXwuoFbyoLKD2cp9fM5UDDPiXR3a3v0XWQfDz/s400/Picture+9+016.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br />View from the castle<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzapMxjXJrcBwdT8YnYf-pcqqvCo5FTZ05X9550k0SBFWhqclcT6lARQiCb_4I3kYGcNBUfCg8aR2mZpSQ9Tg719_IardSlxV0kirSt6T1W7OCemMb0dau5HX7LO70Og-P77x6ioFJ7op/s1600/Picture+9+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624864112309474626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzapMxjXJrcBwdT8YnYf-pcqqvCo5FTZ05X9550k0SBFWhqclcT6lARQiCb_4I3kYGcNBUfCg8aR2mZpSQ9Tg719_IardSlxV0kirSt6T1W7OCemMb0dau5HX7LO70Og-P77x6ioFJ7op/s400/Picture+9+021.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxMG_TeUxYBMcUYAkTKO00PUQoRImU11SpbuJdq4k28-tgvtEnHDQTb6fvUahDHX8d2XxqlnfVD0DQE3zv4InMniW0HfOAMDYc-qSUxmBRrfBvpRT2Mn4ykHqW0W4nsHk3MvzWs5gQvzm/s1600/Picture+9+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624863731552333314" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxMG_TeUxYBMcUYAkTKO00PUQoRImU11SpbuJdq4k28-tgvtEnHDQTb6fvUahDHX8d2XxqlnfVD0DQE3zv4InMniW0HfOAMDYc-qSUxmBRrfBvpRT2Mn4ykHqW0W4nsHk3MvzWs5gQvzm/s400/Picture+9+019.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Street musicians<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6T0qXqdV35kBvFFn4zT-K05HPP4JD1xgZ1FvnsPFLCZnHPZyMkj6klviLsUSL0lVmsWlbzX5VvLwBj6-u4aVOzdql0ZH1WO0cXd2I45jy8tJvTjhu0jfRexqya-OzDCx8EWh6fazTowJc/s1600/Picture+9+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624864324164881618" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6T0qXqdV35kBvFFn4zT-K05HPP4JD1xgZ1FvnsPFLCZnHPZyMkj6klviLsUSL0lVmsWlbzX5VvLwBj6-u4aVOzdql0ZH1WO0cXd2I45jy8tJvTjhu0jfRexqya-OzDCx8EWh6fazTowJc/s400/Picture+9+023.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Delicious traditional Prague something or other, called Tredlnik<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEsOOJH798qiBHz8lx0p0XuJoguHnIobOsBK86zijuzoCwmRHjdWs09mX3ytQFCHTk1_bSmL08F4mx13SmOpM4QE2cweNfMDjTElnAWukf2yoJb23WtQBo_Ir73lFEr7d5MDBumTSGffS/s1600/Picture+9+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624864597953055042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHEsOOJH798qiBHz8lx0p0XuJoguHnIobOsBK86zijuzoCwmRHjdWs09mX3ytQFCHTk1_bSmL08F4mx13SmOpM4QE2cweNfMDjTElnAWukf2yoJb23WtQBo_Ir73lFEr7d5MDBumTSGffS/s400/Picture+9+025.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJxmG8SHxQxgpNFqUSOmLFVnLlAX_60ZnMedbqZIkbcKktC_01sYGmGCLf5bpEOlHli-Ny9lqTAV11p8nY6NKNt5FXYccuwW0MfkwftQKf1HSoE4-W6niWClDU8oWdQv_m8Ikme2weLLp/s1600/Picture+9+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624865053471929058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJxmG8SHxQxgpNFqUSOmLFVnLlAX_60ZnMedbqZIkbcKktC_01sYGmGCLf5bpEOlHli-Ny9lqTAV11p8nY6NKNt5FXYccuwW0MfkwftQKf1HSoE4-W6niWClDU8oWdQv_m8Ikme2weLLp/s400/Picture+9+026.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div><br /><br />Statue in front of museum of King Wenceslaus. Yes, THE King Wenceslaus!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPpct21v-L_mEAZ6lvJ3vZPiEp324XUfo9Uz4VxYjTA-u1KgLG8ZyUaaQ0sv4a2Hkj7wi0PRfU7IOINJ9CeYGgAM2T86GyzwfeZYkKXr1vI5mUEUsRcatzmj2WPILsXUP2sfxNWCmIhg-/s1600/Picture+9+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624865330900957554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJPpct21v-L_mEAZ6lvJ3vZPiEp324XUfo9Uz4VxYjTA-u1KgLG8ZyUaaQ0sv4a2Hkj7wi0PRfU7IOINJ9CeYGgAM2T86GyzwfeZYkKXr1vI5mUEUsRcatzmj2WPILsXUP2sfxNWCmIhg-/s400/Picture+9+027.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /><br />Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-32222115728382088462011-07-01T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.600-07:00Silbermann and Strawberries<div>We began today with some wonderfully delicious Amerikaners. One of my favorite treats here ever. YUMMY. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMSUyKGpgkdJMYpY13wJfpJtZViNXwUT-aML6LxvtBlP4x1_sRUhF3IzrtCeqiHhWav41rG7FTBeXErk40lVuC0xQ5V6zne7helq462L-4gpsWtPibOH3ke8SyhOaLZqfj14gWjvtmY43Z/s1600/Picture+9+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624851759002849250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMSUyKGpgkdJMYpY13wJfpJtZViNXwUT-aML6LxvtBlP4x1_sRUhF3IzrtCeqiHhWav41rG7FTBeXErk40lVuC0xQ5V6zne7helq462L-4gpsWtPibOH3ke8SyhOaLZqfj14gWjvtmY43Z/s400/Picture+9+011.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>Then we headed to Nassau so I could play another organ. (Silbermann, II/19) When we arrived, we saw a man in the tower ringing the bell because it was noon. I loved this quaint little town. It was the sort of little town how you would imagine Germany was years and years ago. It made me wish that I was born in Germany several hundred years ago. I could just eat it up. It makes me so so happy to be in these little towns. I can’t even describe it. Anyway, the elder came and let us in and I played for 90 minutes. The pedal board was WIDE and of course no low C sharp. With every organ I play, I can feel my understanding grow and I get more confident in my abilities as an organist. It still is so overwhelming, though. You just get this sense of awe and wonder and feel so inadequate to be sitting on a bench where hundreds of organists have played and you feel like you are becoming one in a long line of organists through the centuries. It’s very humbling and there is this sense of responsibility and the weightiness of it all that settles on you. These organs are DEEP. Even after playing 90 minutes, I had only scratched the surface of all this organ has to offer. I felt like I was living a part of history and the music just came to life as I played it. This music fits so well on these organs. It’s music the way music was meant to be done. Golly. I can’t wrap my mind around it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzINToY3gdkeD-3KV3DETgjlcCenRH0atDDpjEpiQ_RS9aRel6Q30XAGhnqMcEuFK_xEzhiLMDyBDJltLyOYydPDxMTXgRiVYugVleQ8c7TD-t0CuepdfeT_daRq_sa1qsXnuUR43MtHdy/s1600/Picture+9+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624852431869566418" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzINToY3gdkeD-3KV3DETgjlcCenRH0atDDpjEpiQ_RS9aRel6Q30XAGhnqMcEuFK_xEzhiLMDyBDJltLyOYydPDxMTXgRiVYugVleQ8c7TD-t0CuepdfeT_daRq_sa1qsXnuUR43MtHdy/s400/Picture+9+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuE74Le35oHq1XAFbqSvVkf1KbPCnW_R17Cxt4E6kBCsTDFMYWX59YgnJQYTZIsh0CH2IZEDA7d0f0CvI-vr_xKxhGZu5WO0EbllzX39NbSEarcFhmp2C-4ipsFjE4bvc-vIJpM5hnmMTE/s1600/Picture+9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624852765078113234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuE74Le35oHq1XAFbqSvVkf1KbPCnW_R17Cxt4E6kBCsTDFMYWX59YgnJQYTZIsh0CH2IZEDA7d0f0CvI-vr_xKxhGZu5WO0EbllzX39NbSEarcFhmp2C-4ipsFjE4bvc-vIJpM5hnmMTE/s400/Picture+9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>After this we drove up the road to the Silbermann museum in Frauenstein. This was chocked full of history and while it was all in German, I could figure some of it out. AND there was a little Silbermann positiv that looked so familiar. Then it dawned on me. We its twin in the crypt of the Bremen Dom. When I went over to read it, I confirmed that this was in fact the case.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyx8dV7Q0cwpT2Gi9Z5izuw803JfJx-dtvRzamNug_O3CPzR1QyxhMoeYCEpYZtUL8xsDNhXMopGpLNd1f2yIZzRfcTLAp20R5xsYXagxoxtm1kfcZ7n6a49mQyrBRN10ppTSB9cA9pH8S/s1600/Picture+9+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624853085621802290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyx8dV7Q0cwpT2Gi9Z5izuw803JfJx-dtvRzamNug_O3CPzR1QyxhMoeYCEpYZtUL8xsDNhXMopGpLNd1f2yIZzRfcTLAp20R5xsYXagxoxtm1kfcZ7n6a49mQyrBRN10ppTSB9cA9pH8S/s400/Picture+9+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuKZEnAlXM_sAy9EBmxjoRVCu6eLBPp7Rg1JW9O4A5VxtfvRtmNKV434OuDQpH37p89j7dVVjsk-bgg2vDMvwt3c3A61TTo7Wfu0aiIE41YnqS277C8q3wOA6oFZlwS_tZJDOW29Djy4O/s1600/Picture+9+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624853356713473554" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuKZEnAlXM_sAy9EBmxjoRVCu6eLBPp7Rg1JW9O4A5VxtfvRtmNKV434OuDQpH37p89j7dVVjsk-bgg2vDMvwt3c3A61TTo7Wfu0aiIE41YnqS277C8q3wOA6oFZlwS_tZJDOW29Djy4O/s400/Picture+9+014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />When we got home, we went downtown again for more ice cream. And since there was no vanilla at this place, I had to pick out something else, and in honor of Kevin and memory of my first trip to Germany, I ate strawberry. Don’t faint.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9rLb4UxXtgu4gB7EnByP0-f7LcjDT13eDexptlHGXbROu8TCt29V-izD6dcBlVFh-lixuBYc1giZHadIlpyYzpTZDztdADNB1E7ZzLTCnMf4CWsi9-WOUTe5AHgLwS38gSV6n2pbJQH2/s1600/Picture+9+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624853775037738306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd9rLb4UxXtgu4gB7EnByP0-f7LcjDT13eDexptlHGXbROu8TCt29V-izD6dcBlVFh-lixuBYc1giZHadIlpyYzpTZDztdADNB1E7ZzLTCnMf4CWsi9-WOUTe5AHgLwS38gSV6n2pbJQH2/s400/Picture+9+015.jpg" border="0" /></a>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-25411037026638473962011-06-30T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.601-07:00Honey, I'm home!Unlike yesterday, the weather today was not so nice. Chilly, windy and rainy. We didn’t let that stop us from having a good time. We first went to a church in Grosshartmannsdorf. Silbermann organ, II/21. Everything around me disappeared and I just ate up the time with the organ. In fact, when Katie showed me some pictures she had taken, I didn’t recognize where they were from. I had been so mesmerized by the organ I had forgotten to look around the church. <br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARHgQD8in272nRqBSP7r30c2LXjdLXEnUbS0u-WHNHoiK8m9tmcvjpZs22AuicHfMfh7NEwD5Hc3h7tfFEquXqfN7shjzb0nQg3zJY0vOSevw4xKGFYt9A8xSrh5_zwQhGNfa5yJEoU-9/s1600/Picture+9+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624526452513256258" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjARHgQD8in272nRqBSP7r30c2LXjdLXEnUbS0u-WHNHoiK8m9tmcvjpZs22AuicHfMfh7NEwD5Hc3h7tfFEquXqfN7shjzb0nQg3zJY0vOSevw4xKGFYt9A8xSrh5_zwQhGNfa5yJEoU-9/s400/Picture+9+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Once finished with this, we ate lunch at a little place and went on to the St. Nikolaikirche in Langhennersdorf. The church, like so many in Germany, was built in sections as they continued to add on to make it bigger. The oldest part dates from the 13th century! It was wonderful and old and had that good smell to it. It was cold and damp inside and I felt so at home there! The organist met us there and while he spoke only little English and I only little German, we got along just fine and it was a delightful time. He led me up these wonderful old stairs to the organ. Hildebrandt, II/21. I played and the organist pulled stops. It was glorious. This organ makes my top 10 list without question. It was intense. These organ builders were truly genius. It is unbelievable. Can’t even wrap your mind around it. And I played this one…. I’m back at it. My touch came back, I listened and controlled the wind and it left me speechless (which is rare!). It is amazing to me how I can be so at home at a place I’ve spent relatively little time in. I just feel so at home with all these organs!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLS0lAu18teJXFycG8q3TtGm8h11q5hOJ7o3yQpeNLWcFeiJDOZeLpwSfORfZF3MhZEGgC5mZkZBMqnbXZ4vlmdMEdOYc8jUjHwZJa_RUm8fJJ0PEtZbRpCg5AE2BSXMEupa9V4ONwayg/s1600/Picture+9+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624527848710393746" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLS0lAu18teJXFycG8q3TtGm8h11q5hOJ7o3yQpeNLWcFeiJDOZeLpwSfORfZF3MhZEGgC5mZkZBMqnbXZ4vlmdMEdOYc8jUjHwZJa_RUm8fJJ0PEtZbRpCg5AE2BSXMEupa9V4ONwayg/s400/Picture+9+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />After all this excitement, we wandered the city of Dresden, took a million pictures. Oh, and of course it goes without saying that I ate gelato!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWaCEpr7KogWz_TciT-eIVOjL8HSR9KJ9yfawmLdZTO4BCl1g3MApb87yGV2E2Ru4nTJfTMgBx19AV6XmoG3j-DwjwoWeILiy5kxiAfMQ93b8T7fxoRNw00WR4DASh-EC5gqKWIwisWfA/s1600/Picture+9+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624528425322586226" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioWaCEpr7KogWz_TciT-eIVOjL8HSR9KJ9yfawmLdZTO4BCl1g3MApb87yGV2E2Ru4nTJfTMgBx19AV6XmoG3j-DwjwoWeILiy5kxiAfMQ93b8T7fxoRNw00WR4DASh-EC5gqKWIwisWfA/s400/Picture+9+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-91425117908972512832011-06-29T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.601-07:00The Joys of DresdenToday was a beautiful warm and sunny day in Germany. We woke up early, said our goodbyes and boarded the train and made our way to the great city of Dresden. Once there, we picked up our rental car and checked into our hotel, The Mezcalero. It was a little strange to walk into the room and feel like we are in Spain. “Bano” was printed on the bathroom door, and I must confess, Spanish is the last language I wanted to see. I’m still trying to figure out German, for crying out loud. Anyway, it’s a nice little place at an amazing price and in a great location. After we were settled, we drove out of the city to the Wegscheider organ workshop. We sat in the garden waiting for the owner to arrive and when he did he and his apprentice from North Carolina showed us around. It was one of the most amazing experiences ever. It’s so wonderful to be around people who understand and value good instruments crafted the way they were zillions of years ago. They had a little positiv organ that they let me play. I was in heaven. The trackers came from below so it was unbelievably sensitive. <br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAIT4IcbGBORmYObTb0Gx7zwB472SdbMw38viUqaxEPWV1bKQcJ1VVfhf45kaytD8wJnlcYrcWJ7rJBuax1DJKufJU97B5x4yYdn2shYf3WXPHj2fPHEuvguoRDxw2HDU2Zil_hPrVFCb/s1600/Picture+9+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624464928296947410" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVAIT4IcbGBORmYObTb0Gx7zwB472SdbMw38viUqaxEPWV1bKQcJ1VVfhf45kaytD8wJnlcYrcWJ7rJBuax1DJKufJU97B5x4yYdn2shYf3WXPHj2fPHEuvguoRDxw2HDU2Zil_hPrVFCb/s400/Picture+9+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Then the boss sat us down in his office to chat, which was wonderful. He asked what my interests were and where I had played, etc. etc. When he told me about a nearby church that had meantone, my eyes popped out of my head. He laughed and said he hadn’t been there in years, but still had the key and “come. We must go if you have time.” Um, hello! I ALWAYS have time to play German organs… especially meantone. So we drove a short way to the Kirche Wilschdorf and I played awhile. No C# in the low octave and out of tune reeds, but the rest was wonderful. It felt sooooooooo good to be back on such an instrument. Good to have feeling under my fingers and be able to connect to the instrument. Where you aren’t sure where you end and the organ begins. I was a bit rough and out of practice (after all, I don’t have instruments like this to practice on in the States) but I knew it would come back quickly.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8W84XgkkvfW7qwmkfhJiP-rRUTUX6WSzUVIntrKmj8iWpBqKom7WJ0ZLftYz4tE6uB89gYEKIzOYBViGYiPBJQS-yuKkBDi7dXO17kwdYyx2105he6Sfu-PfZVUrgcdU8EWwt_CIPjkU4/s1600/Picture+9+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624466848574006146" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8W84XgkkvfW7qwmkfhJiP-rRUTUX6WSzUVIntrKmj8iWpBqKom7WJ0ZLftYz4tE6uB89gYEKIzOYBViGYiPBJQS-yuKkBDi7dXO17kwdYyx2105he6Sfu-PfZVUrgcdU8EWwt_CIPjkU4/s400/Picture+9+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>From there we went to the hotel, changed, and went to see an opera, which was modern so not my favorite, but still good. Once it was done, we walked back to our hotel enjoying gelato and the warm summer European evening. I laid in bed a long time, unable to sleep because I was just too full of joy!! Organ workshop, playing an organ, gelato, being in Europe…. Sigh. It’s that deep joy that wells up inside of you until you feel all warm and fuzzy inside and you think that surely you must be living in a fairy tale. Except you are living real life, and life couldn’t possibly get any better. </div></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-51182398086251874622011-06-28T15:11:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.601-07:00Germany, take twoWe enjoyed a leisurely morning in Chicago on the 27th, but we SHOULD HAVE BEEN WANDERING THE STREETS OF BERLIN!!! We went back to O’Hare and got on a flight that thankfully made it all the way to Frankfort, then made our connecting flight to Berlin where we landed at 8:30AM on the 28th. HURRAY! We walked to the SELK church where we were staying, left our stuff and walked around looking for a map and Starbucks. We met up with another college friend, James, who is studying in Berlin for 2 months this summer. We met around 2:00 and sat around talking and then went downtown and visited lots of tourist attractions. Then, Manfred called and met up to join us. We all had ice cream and walked around the city a bit more. After that, we sat outside along a river and visited while the guys enjoyed a beer, Katie enjoyed a glass of wine, and I enjoyed good conversation. Manfred then got on the train to head home and Katie, Chris, James and I headed to see the Berlin Dom, which I also saw last year.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624142745189627090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGscvu-trmxkbrQ4gklUfO1FGP0XNFHj2vOror93uU05OOqrYlJbF6gArlBjbMvSZHzLDw8FqEoEa4qDxTO1CNSPAODzkskjbN6d3SYvEs2VRCQ2isiNjiUZ77egM4Ux9aAWI7Uvoo_1my/s400/Picture+9.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />We didn’t go in, but it is still amazing to look at from the outside. By this point, we were feeling the effects of jet lag and arrived back at the church around 11:00 and were in bed by midnight. It was that strange feeling of total exhaustion. I left Chicago at 2:30, didn’t sleep on the plane, arrived in Germany and spend a jam packed day touring. And, must I say, it feels so good to be back. So very, very good. Now I just need to get reacquainted with these old historic organs and life will be perfect.<br /><br /><div></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-48777480605055355202011-06-26T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.601-07:00Destination.... Chicago?Today was the day I have been waiting for since I landed back in America last June. Today I was going back to Germany. Or so I thought. This year, I am going with my friends from college, Katie and Chris. We all met at the air port. No problem. We checked our luggage. No problem. We got our tickets. Small problem: they mixed up our seats and my vegetarian meal. They resolved that, thank goodness. We got on the plane and waited for the clear. Big problem: the flaps weren’t floppy and they had to repair them. Two hours later we were given the go ahead and took off. An hour or so later, we were in the air. HUGE PROBLEM: one of the motors quit and they were operating off a generator. They told us we would be returning to Chicago. We got back to O’Hare and needed to land. Biggest problem of all. See, since we had a full tank of fuel, we were overweight to land. So, as Chicago neared all I could see was the flashing lights of ambulances and fire trucks on either side of the runway “just as a precaution”. It was a hard landing. Hard as in you could feel the thud of the land and wondered if we’d stop before plowing through the airport. Hard as in this meant no Germany for me today. We rebooked for tomorrow and headed for my parents house for the night. So, I’m still in America, and not too happy about it.Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-46450670906917428932011-06-19T16:28:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.601-07:00One WeekIn one week, I will be boarding a plane and going back. I cannot sleep at night. The music is running through my head without stopping. Yes, I'm going back.Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-88477348535275254922011-02-14T22:41:00.000-08:002011-07-22T09:37:27.602-07:00Exploding with joyAt long last! OK, OK, so I knew before I even left Germany last June that I would be returning sometime the following summer, and I've been working in earnest on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">preparations</span> for this year's trip, but it never quite feels "real" until you have tickets in hand. Well, I bought tickets just after midnight. It's real. I'm going back. Ever since I clicked on the "finalize payment" button, I've been on a total high, unable to sit still much less fall asleep. And now, as it is nearing 8AM in Germany, I think perhaps a phone call to a dear German friend is in order to share this news before I simply burst with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">excitement</span>.<br /><br />There will be much dancing in Trinity's music room tomorrow. In part becuase I'll probably be more wiggly and off task than the kids, and in part becuase my heart is so full of joy it's overflowing and I just can't help but do a little happy dance. :)<br /><br />4 months, 11 days and counting....Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-47955526520681067002010-06-07T17:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.602-07:00Back to where it all started....This morning, we slept in pretty late… until 9:00. It felt so good. When we came downstairs, we enjoyed one final round of breakfast and got another crack at soft boiled eggs. I still am a beginner. After a few phone calls to confirm reservations, etc. it was time to be on our way. I felt so sad to be leaving these people…. Even though we had just met, I felt like I have known them my whole life. They are some of the most wonderful people I have ever met in my life, and I will miss them a lot. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480671517991927394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ignSJW632VsDheOGxFuR1mfRVkGtLixVjd9h8VZ7AB77oIg4DQIvjiB2zBcbXSM31ybFcmFR_cU6_VEjhaOMoVYeXrqM091FzjQZNmz4A8bGUEnCMSJZZ_3JkhVcoJcSXd-UvwVFXe7L/s400/Picture+9+052.jpg" border="0" /> <p>I will also miss their darling house with the beautiful gardens and self shutting blinds on the windows. Their house has several floors, and they have a ton of space and bedrooms for visitors. The main floor has the kitchen and family sitting room with a piano. The next landing has their room and bathroom and office. Then on the second floor was the suite Heidi and I stayed in with 3 bedrooms, bathroom, family room, and little kitchen and balcony. Outside of this whole big suite is another door, probably with another bedroom. There was also more space and bedrooms on the very top floor. It is the most awesome house ever. Even for all these bedrooms, it is not one of those ridiculously giant houses of the United States. Everything is of suitable size, the bedrooms being large enough for a bed, dresser, wardrobe and a few small tables. It is just so cozy and homey. I imagine they get company quite a bit. I had the pleasure of meeting some of their family and grandchildren, and I can just imagine the house full of their family… there are so many bedrooms and places that everyone would be comfortable, and I can just picture the family gathered together in the garden for fellowship and time together. Their family could serve as a roll model for families all over. They are amazing, just like their house.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480671044622181730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAinCR2GRp8fFAY92tJ0gEBVixMwrv-my92frkVn1looNhFlyr4PF3-1IcyIWJbob5g9tvCNuYCRlCBjMQek1oy0DE49QiZAd2OoPZSMyhfdi0C6eLrAQYQQgQggT3E1ACWVgw_eU0CiBa/s400/Picture+9+068.jpg" border="0" />From here we took a train to Hamburg. There are several organs I want to see in the vicinity and Heidi had visited here once and wanted to return. We had reservations in the same place I stayed in last year since I knew it was cheap, clean, and safe. When we arrived on the train, we followed the directions given to us by the person at the hotel, but we got all turned around and slightly lost. Leave it to me and Heidi…. We called the desk again, who told us to get back on the train, ride it one more stop, and then walk this way and that to the hotel. So we got on the train, rode it one more stop, and walked this way and that. And this way and that. And this way and that. Heidi kept inquiring if this looked familiar and I said no. (We had come in on the S line, when last year we used the U line, so it was a slightly different part of town.) After some more this way and that, I got excited, exclaiming that this was starting to look familiar. Well, it was familiar… from about 15 minutes ago. We had managed to walk all the way back to the train stop we had originally got off on. So much for riding the train one more stop. Rather than get back on the train, we headed in the direction of the hotel, seeing much of Hamburg on the way. Finally, tired and exhausted we decided to no longer be the thrifty church workers we are and hailed a cab. Heidi later told me that it was a good thing we got a cab when we did, because the cab took us straight through Hamburg’s red light district. Yikes. I had thankfully totally missed it because I was rummaging around in my bag for something. In 3 minutes time we were at the hotel. We had been SOOOO close, and I was angry that I had missed it, but as I said we were coming from a different direction. We made it safe and sound, got checked in the hotel and went to find some dinner. By now it was rainy and cold. We watched some German TV, and then when the rain stopped, decided to get our daily ice cream just before bed. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480674377104967538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghQDR5yTQhIq-7OOlhw-ZJzNN6GpWY5V0QD9GYrY47F5c5er0WX4EEtIa378fSacSUzCOWlCFjQ8xoCzsX9arfr8N-uwYB6XLPqiWwsNmVzA0QpJerRLPEiaHNzecIN7UTu2RD7-f0VJLG/s400/Picture+9+069.jpg" border="0" />I must admit, it was a little strange to be back in Hamburg…… to a town that was familiar to me…, but without Craig and all my organ buddies. I had a lot of memories come back to me. This hotel was the first place I stayed last year, so this was my first experience in Germany, and it was odd to be back. While I had been unable to get us from the train station to the hotel, I had no problems at all finding the ice cream spot. And this ice cream was extra special… it was from this little place that I had gotten my first taste ever of Gelato last year. If you go back in the blog, you will find a picture taken in about the same spot of my first taste of gelato with Kevin and Ty. The ice cream was just as good as I remembered it to be. :) I happily ordered 2 scoops. I figured after our adventure of getting lost, I deserved it. </p>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-78523420087014481632010-06-06T17:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.602-07:00Gelato for JesusWe woke up and went downstairs where we were greeted with a table laden with breads, cheeses, meats, every type of spread known to man, coffee, juice, etc. Also this morning, there were soft boiled eggs. After Walter said the prayer, he explained to us how to eat the soft boiled egg. I picked up my egg and my knife, ready to give it a good whack. This caused Walter to laugh a little bit, and I took a moment to regain my composure and got ready to try this. I whacked the egg and popped the top off of it. It did not look like the egg Walter had opened moments before. With twinkle of laughter dancing in his eye, he said with a big smile, “It’s not perfect, but not bad for a beginner.” Needless to say, he was quite gracious in his comment, because the egg looked pretty goofy. It was delicious though. After a nice long 45 minute breakfast, we piled in the car to go to Gross Oesingen, being in the Northern part of Germnay in the Liederburg Heide. Well actually, we went to the “Suburb” of Gross Oesingen…. A teeny tiny little village full of earth suitable for growing potatoes. Despite the fact that this was quite a ways from Hannover, we made it in record time, clipping along at a brisk 180 Kilometers per hour on the autobahn. Translated, we were going fast. If you wish, you may google the conversion to miles per hour. Once we arrived at the festival, we were thrilled to see that all the SELK churches had come together for this festival. Being good Lutherans, they did not skip Sunday service, but decided to have the service outside. Row after row of lawn chairs had been placed in this yard which in former times had been a farm. The farm is now owned by the church, so they had set up the chairs along with an altar etc. for an open air worship service. Now, seeing that this was an outdoor worship service, I thought a little about Walcamp and recalled outdoor worship services there, consisting of guitars, drums, and a million cords and loud speakers. I expected a similar thing here, figuring there would be no way to get the organ out side. Oh how foolish and naïve I am when it comes to these good stout Lutherans in the motherland. While they did not bring the organ outside, I immediately noticed that there were no amplifiers or speakers. So how did these Lutherans sing you may be wondering. Well, sing they did. Loudly and with fervent gusto. Due to the lack of organ, they simply hauled the brass. And I am not referring to a brass quartet or even an 8 part brass like the US churches may use on some festival day. No, here in Germany instead of loudspeakers and keyboards, etc. They simply assembled over 100 brass players plus an enthusiastic timpanist (who was also clergy) to accompany the hymns and the rest (Psalm, etc.) was done unaccompanied. I’m telling you, these Germans are genius in their worship practice. Who would have thought a service could be held out of doors with sturdy hymns, loud singing, and 100 brass players? For serious. I died a little bit. With happiness, of course. After the service was done, I learned that Lutherans here have something in common with Lutherans in America. After the service, there was coffee and a meal served with pot luck dessert. Lots of dessert. Also, there was some ice cream. Not just any ice cream, but holy ice cream. This gelatto was made from the milk of the cows belonging to a church member. They make it themselves and for this event, ALL profits from the ice cream went to mission work. Of course because I am a huge supporter of mission work and spreading the Gospel, I felt it was my duty to support this mission, I ate not 1, but 2 scoops of ice cream to further the Gospel. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480099349704057554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQ96x8j_-jwmATanMrmz0eMum2MxCXATLvkU4fbnm0qMpXS2421YEUUaLLpthel-42uXByt7GSqmRWlwJIIRR7OmkiHPdNYAJq-13aKT4xICqwTe7UhVuRDfyzbBxg85vxcNh8lRtfgkg/s400/Picture+9+060.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Then we took a walk around the town, which was lovely. Then at 14:00 the Brass festival began. This was pretty sweet. All these brass players, ranging in age from high school through retired old people, played a whole assortment of music. Everything from Bach to Michael Jackson. I naturally enjoyed the Bach the most. There were also several Bible readings, a youth choir, and a children’s choir with Orff instruments, recorders, and some boys who were being a bit silly and got a good laugh out of the 500+ people sitting in the audience. When this was done, we visited the actual of Gross Oesingen to see their newly installed organ. It was new, but it was a mechanical action with straight pedal board and a loud mixture. They know how to do it right over here. I think I need to move here. For really real. I played that organ and that made me happy. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480099812806119730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBi20nbjelFuaRlsXDwvGZR-hhyUUiE0v3q2LbYIIXbrdBllnG5tSLDh1zE4z5Uz4Y5ldwJcY1PdrsrgQTiela-uwzoF5QcimbyjSNuD83mbm8WEk8jmc13Am0D0s6mXOPkQEU-XOHpaZH/s400/Picture+9+061.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p>After this, we took a slight detour on the way home through Celle, a VERY old and quaint town. It was so cool. There were buildings there that were built before Luther died. The buildings were tall and not always even, all made of wood and so old you could not even believe it. See for yourself in this picture. If you look, you can see the date it was built painted on the front….. 1540!!! It is quite rare for so many old buildings to still be standing, especially as fire was common and the buildings were so close together. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480100403807375698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5hG_DVGRvRWUh08rbtfTwTIdp_uJE1HwTdISeIN4Jj6GwiXmbjakYZCTFBxUdfEMGbfhUpcEyVIsvDPp145vRT1Uhh_B9RRecOjf8l711OOxm7qz0Qs-aZLvxxyYvDm-pqAcoe96kacL4/s400/Picture+9+065.jpg" border="0" /> The whole town was just row after row of old houses from the 1500s and 1600s. It was quite a place to take pictures, and I took pictures of many many houses. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480101321400990722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNMLc93cmBsGB3LijqubY6y7e2F4dn8O2vE5oFpiu-w8cJQQHL-Yn1e265R1a5J4PdaxDksj_DRAERz6O9X1BbXXELjEaYreqLVf_gYku77rYsQvl2f-IVMrjrIKEorP6V7mR43J70T1PK/s400/Picture+9+066.jpg" border="0" /><br />After this, we walked around the castle (no mud this time) and then Walter treated us to a second round of gelato since we found a shop that he said made very high quality gelato. He was right, and I didn’t need to think twice about a second round of the good stuff.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480101913265885314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGbUUq6JUb42xdXj_AYyAW9-6skYF8eReYH6sgwJZNeWpJHWtkH3tI7B3kmzq27ybD-lxChHMifyV762gutcSBV58OCL2kF21lswWVx6scbZcywxZUCT-htyBd3XyW0TCRKkQc5YvUP6D/s400/Picture+9+063.jpg" border="0" /><br />We also saw the town church, which was from the 1200’s. Of course it was not completed that early, and the organ was not installed until much later. I did not get to play the organ, but it was fun to see such an old church.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480103187403946258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Dj3OGYjOSarj_Kydt8NYu-jDj6lQbPZC1ZD30DfO7ynhsZ-HwRbtJ6eJTLt89x_7J5pOTYyFT0SKhYQ7kMAhiIYbUZPx6PKgQ6ho5EfnPTxs9U0Cl7ee8mNb7G_dxUDTwHBIE6YkMq0K/s400/Picture+9+067.jpg" border="0" /><br />After this we went home and shared one last dinner… outside by candle light. We stayed out there till 11:00 just talking. The others enjoyed a nice bottle of wine from the Rhein region. Walter and Heidi told me to try it, but I still decided that I don’t want to drink, so I just had some apfelschorle instead. We had a lovely time talking Lutheran connections, stories, and conversing in a combination of English, German, Spanish, Portuguese, and French with a Portuguese accent, as Walter said you can speak anything with a Portuguese accent and still be understood. They told us stories from when they were younger and we compared cultures and stories. It was a very lovely time and I know I will remember these very kind and generous people forever. It was really a wonderful time, and I am so thankful for the big happy Lutheran family that I belong to that extends far beyond the borders of America. Lutherans are like a great big huge family. I love it, and feel so blessed to be a part of it. I only hope that one day when I am older that I will be able to share my Lutheran experiences with someone else and pass on the kindess and graciousness that was so freely extended to us here.<br /><p></p>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-75274560157877532942010-06-05T17:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.602-07:00Hannover: Georges' town.'Today, we woke up took a little tour of Hannover with Walter as our guide. He took us to his church, where we dropped off some cakes on board for the singers who were having a practice later that day. While the organ was small, I was delighted to play (of course) and my ever trusty PNE (What would that be in Germany, I wonder?) was ever eager to turn pages for me. We played a little bit while Walter tested out all the spaces below to find the sweet spots.<br /><br /><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480067062684556290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9Rl-219C3iF7ccXkycn1JV9NNRRi6i79S-MZ4U7K7PoMCvfRWkrwAjqJ0f35VcAPIMXGVikwSNZj4H4k28racDlSOTlpr6mfH0q92O2SM8MQikz-3hABYCpvfKGKyZbs1dlZ9Q28Md2F/s400/Picture+9+057.jpg" border="0" />After this, he dropped us off at the Rathaus. After a caution to us young ladies to be careful, he told us we would have much freedom to enjoy the city. We took a scary elevator ride to the tippy top of this sucker into the dome. We went outside where we were guarded only by a thick wall waist high from the sidewalk way far down. It was slightly nauseating, but all in all we enjoyed the view very much.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480067868354890258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGqPREbL7_6ktsgBxhiNMJpK2xFFtuos-zsDnq5QL16OCeZjJ4UZfqxaV7tjedPchybj_9CEh8LNg_stD68RpDe0rYJaaZJdNkL_1E-DiOmH6I4mSMH7_xlAqf7FqMFix4Kwx1_VGFLztS/s400/Picture+9+058.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br />After this, we did some killer shopping in the town. We greatly supported the economy of Hannover. I’m sure George would be quite proud. You see, Hannover is home to a lot of Georges. Five to be exact. You can’t go wrong with a name like George. These Georges were kings and one of them (don’t ask me which) can be seen in all his splendor and glory riding into town on his horse. Exhausted from all this spending and carrying of heavy bags loaded with Nivea and chocolate (mind you, it was not chocolate Nivea, the nivea had honey and milk only), we decided it was time for a little snack. What better snack than a delicious and creamy gelatto cone? As you can see from the picture, I am a bigger gelato enthusiast than Heidi is, and sometimes she gets a bit exasperated at my consent photographic documentation of our consumption of this delicacy.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480068885588666674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYrdpp-7PZ8DRSH_1xwNacWK4j0aMdqH-wA47oCk_JsNsh4uo80ZN8vnznXz3FD5yvaofI9t2r2ibK0RoeS8uXTV34cQNOBhhPYF4LH43cSoHnpxXbbudKCW_DlicOeZoecXmy12sfWH-f/s400/Picture+9+059.jpg" border="0" />After this teat, we trained back to the house, for more coffee and cakes on the lawn, but this time, we had the pleasure of enjoying the entertainment provided by their 3 year old grandson. This little guy was hard at work, moving his “hay” in his truck, from one end of the yard to the other. He was quite cute, but rather shy of us strange looking Americans. We enjoyed a nice chat with Winfried, who is the father of this 3 year old and son of Walter and Hannelore, our hosts. After this, we later had dinner….. Brats cooked on the newly assembled barbeque. When the sausages whistled, they told me it was like an organ sausage. We enjoyed dinner (I skipped the sausage) and we ended up talking for awhile and then going to bed early because we have a big day tomorrow. </p></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-77758911345867464732010-06-04T16:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.602-07:00On Friday, we slept in a little bit, then left for the next leg of our journey. Before boarding the train, we made a stop at the Dom, where I got to play the organ. This organ is not historic…. It isn’t even 10 years old. I must confess…. The acoustics were awesome and it was fun to play in such a large space, but I did not get as excited about this organ as some of the others. Also, since it is a huge tourist spot, there were LOTS of people milling around downstairs while I played, so that was a little funny. The organist took us up to the tower and we had to go through 3 sets of heavily locked doors. The organist explained to us that they must keep the tower locked tight because of liabilities. Apparently if one wishes to commit suicide in Magdeburg the easiest thing to do is to climb to the top of the tower and throw oneself off of it. Yikes. I had no intentions of suicide, and the only way I would have died was from over excitement, so I felt pretty safe going up. Unfortunately, I did not get any pictures here (woops) but we saw where Otto is buried… from the year 900 or 1000. Can we say old? Holy bananas. This city is OLD and VERY important to Germany’s history. <div><div><div><div><br />After this we caught a train to Hannover, where we will be spending several days. While Hannover is a sort of organ desert, we are taking some time to do shopping and tourist stuff. Plus, the SELK have a festival on Sunday we will attend. When we arrived in Hannover, Heidi introduced me to the people who are hosting us for the next several days. This nice older couple immediately won me over with their sweet and gentle ways and soon we were talking and laughing together. They are totally your typical German Lutheran couple and I hope I’m just like them when I grow up. After taking our bags upstairs (we have this whole suite to ourselves) we joined them in their beautiful gardens for coffee, apfelschorle, and cookies. After a long leisurely break, we went to see the gardens of Hannover. I had no idea this place was so big. We spent a few hours and still didn’t see anything. I took a million pictures, but will post only a few of my favorites to give you an idea. </div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479922780130364018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijcu6zTyfnR2VtWhROZNrKuVOXNUTAfoySEGGwNEfy1sUw7VmWmKexc799eztFHwtfVFPgx1JSxt5S8iq83lHw46vXSaLtygktvhPNY-xBeQ6vgQTOaD_yzOspeUKfxfhVX9LC0C9Oupq1/s400/Picture+9+053.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479924343731867586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ZZiuh01y9d0yAmaFC-cvtYP3N6cwO1TyPnyYPsgkvgasZ0ZDwxPIqe2PvMfPAMC77lRzuWAm8PonwxzuntNJbf8NcnOEu6lMAZj8ijLDnsGZaqGqwvXeH5L3PJ5gbae3Xden4Y36hxxb/s400/Picture+9+055.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479927637612519602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhabrJCD30HwJbFfOiHu7DWRUdrUKV8b1q9xlBTCwMzS_ETb7NQWg0bPHYq1W6O9CfrgJSrQXJRgtCEFpumuK5A_VxQxHn9CZGYRMIC2G-RyHkChb-YsvnBTfMwKfn1Wi_aO5vZ_Ddf6Kjj/s400/Picture+9+056.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479925903468275362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32ZHnq073OX7uLWy9y7tZWsfNCY-gAU-RYVB77kezad869hOQxN3HbHMHacmcNBg8ffO2dnViJbTRGBzyw3oghJkGUXlV_SLhDHpaFFgA1pPIGPN31w9ut9cOlDC_MDngqBH4k93z-sOd/s400/Picture+9+054.jpg" border="0" />After this, we returned to the house for dinner and the conversation had Heidi and I laughing at every corner. Walter reminds me very much of Pastor Niermann in his mannerisms and facial expressions. He is also hilarious and as we quickly discovered, a huge kidder. He likes to make lots of jokes. You can tell that he is quite wise, really enjoys life, and just has that calm knowing and understanding that older people often have and that I envy. I hope one day I will be old enough to just calm down and not always be wondering about things. I think good times are in store for us in the great village of Hannover!</div></div></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-44596780259814775752010-06-03T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.603-07:00A day of Bach, Luther, ice cream, and mud.Today Manfred had another day off of work, so he joined us for further adventures in Germany. I was once again glad he came with, and don't think we would have been able to find all these places with out him there. Our first stop today was Leipzig. It is a very good thing we didn't do Wittenberg and Leipzig in the same day, becuase I would have been dangerously high from excitement. I need these extreme highs in little doses because my heart may not be able to take all the excitement otherwise! Our first stop in Leipzig, naturally, was to the St. Thomas church where Bach did most of his work. Once again, I found my heart POUNDING as I walked through the building, marveling at its beauty and trying to wrap my head around the depth of history here. Further, to think that BACH HIMSELF walked here…. Well, WOW. After sufficient drooling had been done over the organs and stained glass and other things, I went up to the place in the front where Bach is buried. I stood there a long time trying to fathom the fact that I was so close to this hero of mine. I’ll admit it… I got a little misty eyed standing there. Perhaps it is disrespectful to take pictures of graves, but I wanted a picture by Bach, so I did it anyway. I’m certain he would not mind.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479902290407801922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8yreLhGMb0x5BCm9CogQ4aAb17iwHQWMuFNmMYBOOkH0F1lLel6TY5HvxJVr-K5VV3GtYjlh9YFt1AkhzmOPHDEhGRM3Xgjv8Y3NDEMl7z_CfXzyfjeGA7V1VBcH7k9dHvf4zaTLdXB5/s400/Picture+9+041.jpg" border="0" /> We also had to snap a quick picture outside the church with the Bach statue. We couldn't get a picture with Luther when we were in Wittenberg since it is moved for some work to be done on it, so I was glad to see this statue where it belongs. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479904256038966066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjWUacnE8dRYAtflM1Y7cK4HQk0QOEWUksgY_0iztWyrgAyPdgUyHKpyEpGbOSWi8HH7X8WHssonHRqtBT6cugyoBrWVt5wy8IqMAIlMQKeB6ZveRfJl4G96WoKLR-bIk1w1jRwRVnG2Hf/s400/Picture+9+045.jpg" border="0" />If you want to see the inside of the church, you may google it yourself. There are nine thousand pictures online, so I won't take the time to upload my own. We got to see several artifacts as well, including the chalace that Bach recieved his last communion from. Pretty sweet. <div><br />From here, we took a short walk to Bach’s other church: St. Nicholas. This church was in a much different style, and since the other church was the main church he worked at, I wasn’t quite as excited, though I was still pretty much on cloud 9. In the North chapel, there was a pulpit where Luther himself preached. This got me unbelievably excited. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479906938787316290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO1XW-ZtQgL5rfgQhD3LVYsgCSYHJ3Pw4NpNMGJLaop9Njyt4eilKwcb5ORZqBhidtX1v0wKl7W5N0V7ms3yIY9Dis5qnEAzvY9Q-ZPAzKP3Qe0Vi912azTx0fmsqRNfT74xjSUZB9KdKD/s400/Picture+9+046.jpg" border="0" />After this, we wandered around the town a bit. I enjoyed feeling the cobblestone under my feet while looking at all these old buildings. Then, as if Leipzig wasn’t cool enough already, we bumped into this awesome group who were singing some sort of polka or beer drinking songs in the street. The soloists were really good and the accordion player made me want to take up the accordion a little bit. We stood there quite awhile with touristy smiles plastered on our faces as we watched this spectacle. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479909141405167266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbz4YvVVPlW8LmxjahNjeMfurk_mq_LWZtbek2GK1bC-0tbZya8vhsJVmWEGGBFd_uK9umWV-mHQ2EXOcwh-QhuW4Bio4VgHMle49vB5_N7ET23aC1xIQNRFnPJERscaUNrSjSZ0hM9GS5/s400/Picture+9+047.jpg" border="0" /> From here we took a nice little drive to the Eisleben. Here we toured the museum built on the site where Luther was born. The original house was destroyed by a fire, but it was neat to see the location as well as many artifacts, including his wife’s wedding ring. We wandered down the street to see the church he was baptized in, and then to see the house he died in. This house is the original, and we went inside to see more artifacts as well as the actual place where Luther died. I got big time goose bumps and my mind went crazy trying to comprehend all of this. Across the street was the church they took him to once he had died. Because Luther had lived a productive life and God worked in him in so many wonderful ways, I was not overly distraught at the fact that he had died (though it would have been cool to meet him in real life). Plus anyway, there is no way possible that he would still be alive today. Not like he recently died or anything. So, since there was no weeping or mourning, it seemed appropriate to eat some ice cream in this town, which I did right in front of Luther’s birthplace. I think I could make a whole book with my pictures from last year and this and title it as follows: Gelatto across Germany. HA!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479910907082872434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjALVJENWLNfZgm1k4Dxp_xZBXnK36_6AW25zxmBfC2aT1fQuOzGXAQfWk8ZLajIOnXU-nTNz6Y8jkbEon_r6taBDmk4QF_YIZ5CXzLnTZHlTO4mHUtK4roApvcCAWEMJTiubrQYQ7e9Ycd/s400/Picture+9+048.jpg" border="0" /></div><p>Then from here, we set out for our final adventure of the day. And boy oh boy do I mean adventure. Manfred drove us through these VERY windy roads to the base of a castle. The sign claimed it was a 1 Km hike. It felt more like 100 Km straight up. Through he mud. Not little bits of mud, more like a bog. Manfred had appropriate walking shoes and had no trouble. I was wearing a little dress with shoes that are not really good for hiking. Heidi had on flip flops. We were quite the sight, I am sure, and about half way up the sugar from the ice cream set in. I began singing funny Lutheran songs as we hiked up. There were a few close calls where I almost fell, but somehow I made it. Once at the top we learned it was all for nothing…. The castle had just closed. I was not about to let all that hard work go to waste, so I perched my camera on the side of the castle, set the automatic timer, and snapped a group picture. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479913684020668466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLbwOMKjIGUOKd4YDo7UiS6XPUIkGdPVcOXuy-OGixdXBPCPYVVhQ6HQ8NnFq6FZVKutPudBsSYl5MdDoOA-GUkacuph9-GkU1V1_p-Du9ZbYbRP2N-tQn9-xINiN3xtPwNcv8esSXf3Y-/s400/Picture+9+050.jpg" border="0" />All in all, what started as a skeptical climb through the deep bog of Germany, in the end I was thankful. Thankful that we didn’t meet the only bear in Germany. Really, though, it was a lot of fun and probably one of my favorite memories of the trip thus far. After this we headed back to Magdeburg and ordered in pizza. </p>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-20797067096062203532010-06-02T13:58:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.603-07:00A Day of BlissWell, it should be awfully obvious to anyone who knows me that the blog title “A day of bliss” translates to “organ day”. Yes, at long last today I got to lay fingers on historic keys and my ears were able to savor the delicious sound of mean tone. I spent the whole day on cloud 9. While I do not get to see as many organs this trip as when on tour, I did discover that it is rather nice not to have many other organists fighting for bench time and I selfishly savored 1-2 hours at each organ all to myself! <div><br /><div><br />The first place we visited was the small village of Loburg. Right now we are staying with Manfred, who graciously took the day off work in order to accompany us on this organ adventure. I am so glad he could come, because I don’t know that I would have found all these little towns without his help. He commented on the drive there that this was not the typical tourist town. I love how most Germans are just awe struck that I would travel all this way just to play the organs here. I was quite pleased that Manfred was so anxious to see what the fuss was all about and as the day progressed, I think my excitement was rubbing off on him because he seemed to really enjoy himself as well. Once we arrived in Loburg, we waited to be let in. The key to this church was over 12 inches long and quite thick. It was about as old fashioned as a key could get. I really wanted a picture but felt a little foolish to ask. The church was just beautiful, as you can see.<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXOTm_ps4H9ARqlpm1fKoShbxGqcvggYUbT9a99M-1-VGX4rou0fzfVYjUW39_kEXVWQNS1TRHcKnY9AkltTjqf2J3TDaR2QuKyYwUftbZV0KIVOAkIWRd3tBA2xhYjE_QgQKrrWm6UMz/s1600/Picture+9+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479399199051930498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVXOTm_ps4H9ARqlpm1fKoShbxGqcvggYUbT9a99M-1-VGX4rou0fzfVYjUW39_kEXVWQNS1TRHcKnY9AkltTjqf2J3TDaR2QuKyYwUftbZV0KIVOAkIWRd3tBA2xhYjE_QgQKrrWm6UMz/s400/Picture+9+034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We were then led into this beautiful old church and my nose was greeted with the familiar old church smell. My heart just soared with joy and excitement to be back in an old church again. Then, my eyes immediately darted up to the organ loft and when I saw that old organ my heart just started to POUND with excitement. I thought I might squeal right there in the church. We were given a short demonstration and tour of the organ. This is the other part of organs I love: the climbing up narrow creaking stairs to the balcony and climbing in and around the pipes to see every square inch of these magnificent organs. After the tour, I FINALLY got to play. After a long year of waiting, I found myself sitting on the bench and as I drew the old heavy stops, I knew my waiting was coming to an end and I would soon have a little slice of pure heaven. I chose to play Buxtehude and it felt so good. I can not even being to describe it. I felt whole. Complete. My feet danced on the pedals and my fingers became one with the keys. I can not even begin to describe how good this felt. I played for well over an hour, savoring the feel and sound and testing different combinations to really hear what this organ could do.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479400770558816354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKzvOGiyQk6nwbTQIyNCFSoppv5_zgWOUzSf39oNjWtK5t8IpkTd9EQEavihCLzUL14d4RhZ3EE-VMm8SsoK4oj1V1HR3OSWl9zdo6d5umh5NrAnXSAjvjDgBng2S1wzXrncjYsoI0NZkO/s400/Picture+9+033.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>Finally, we had to move on, and I was sad to go, but had another organ to visit, so I wasn’t too sad…. We then visited a stork farm just down the road. It was interesting, though I must confess my brain was still back in the church and I was still a little in the clouds from having played that organ!<br /><br />After this, we drove nearly an hour to Tangermuende. This village was amazing and totally typical German style. This church was much larger than the last and I immediately got excited. This was one of the ones I wanted to see the most. We entered this enormous church (and I mean enormous) and I was more or less oblivious to the huge church because I was too busy running down the center isle to get a look at the organ. When my eyes saw that thing I did a little happy dance. I mean look at this. It makes you drool a little. </p></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479407291651989490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzGt5fcPKucUi0UmYUoVg_-hYtvUsZ0JsLnJH-sRBJa3woYBap7a_38Ax48_4dVHR7WExahJLePsfVFnQGzXyt7SQ1976ctn3p8qB3suVImyuEqo-AZWzG3zt0Qo_rp5GD17e6bYZl5L8/s400/Picture+9.jpg" border="0" />Then we when up these very old and narrow stairs. it’s a very good thing I do not have a queasy stomach because holy bananas, that was an interesting climb. The organist didn’t speak much English, so Manfred translated. It was so cold up there in the loft that they even had a heating pad on the organ bench! This organ was mean tone with short octave. I was in HEAVEN. The organist told me you can’t play anything with more than 3 sharps or 2 flats, and that it had short octave. I busted out the Buxtehude and the minute I heard that mean tone I could have cried with joy. OH MY GOSH. One of the most beautiful sounds ever. I can not even describe it. Stunning. I only had an hour to play here, but it was a real treat. I could have stayed all day. I have not been this happy in a very, very long time. Ecstatically happy. Words can not even begin to describe it.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479403236255827506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgosQyvN3bdhz20A59xtQZPzVrYoBxeBvX7IgjPGQR3WfkyCh6cmjERXk2tzkg9byo88Ms5PHO-GhZggxMBVtP_laSuR-QdmxN2TsdiO561yJgjhr41HJbC2wyXuN8Qb8YbSAWvPb54w1yg/s400/Picture+9+036.jpg" border="0" /><br />I was VERY sad and reluctant to leave this beautiful organ behind, but we had to move on. Next stop was the little town of Niederndodeleben. This is a very fun name to try to say. You sort of have to get a running start. This little church also had a very sweet key to the front door. I got to climb up the ladder to go inside the organ and this organ had a cage built around the console to protect the organist from the crowding peasants. It felt very fun to be locked in by the organ. This organ I played for an hour, and then continued for a second hour playing around with hymns. Man alive, I could have stayed the whole day.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479405511223545234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV-Ccn2aslufPkf8VFX_JqLVyfYbNHB10r1OuPcV06KMUeGwulqoRcxqp-ATa_ITGFsz8keO6RblUZ4F1mU31YT3VA5yR45J8Rm6sBcZmH_e4ByCMBr5O1RzIs4awDWZ0CmQn88bdoMWxD/s400/Picture+9+038.jpg" border="0" /><br />It was a very cute little organ. I wish I could have heard the reeds, but they were just horribly out of tune. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479409369818546434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAu9tel6I-Mi0V-bB3KN2xf_zR_4dN62umJj8c4l9qyeeuby0B070IUiryOAR3Ypo9JM2yytYW6VrJo6AKORo5CnrvsDSZX7lGsfUdQ8Sc9fVBK4RVz2CkzynXBDP_ctNODW2g37cjBfTx/s400/Picture+9+040.jpg" border="0" /><br />What better way to end a day of organ playing then an organ recital? I mean really. So we trekked over to the Dom and enjoyed a lovely organ recital there. My little organ loving being was happy as a clam with all of this, and I was grateful that Heidi allowed me this day of bliss and that Manfred got so excited by these organs. </div><div><br />After the recital, we went out to eat, which was nice. Worry not, we topped the meal with ice cream so as not to break my 1 ice cream a day rule. I was just so excited from the organs I forgot to photograph this, but rest assured I did consume a delicious scoop of vanilla goodness.<br /><br /><p></p></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-88957269700577283642010-06-01T15:27:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.603-07:00At long last, WittenbergSo yesterday there was not much to post... we did some shopping then spent the afternoon traveling to our next destination: Magdeburg. Consequently, we were ready for more sightseeing fun today. <div><div><div><br />Today was a very, very special day. You see, today we went to Wittenberg. I have long dreamed of visiting here and recall even as a young child wondering what it looked like and wanting to be in the very places that Luther was. We got our tickets, got breakfast at Crobag, and I could hardly contain my excitement as we boarded the train. It was almost a 2 hour journey from where we were staying, but so very worth it. As we walked into town, I was nearly bursting with excitement and my heart was just pounding. The center of town looks quite modern, with new buildings obviously not from Luther's time. After a quick stop in the visitor center, we headed to the Castle Church. We saw the very place where Luther hung the 95 thesis. I can't even describe what it felt like to stand there. To sit there and be so close to history, so close to where this happened was incredible. I took some video, but unfortunately this computer won't let me post it, so for now pictures will have to suffice.<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477942703099590674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsrxVzwyoZKpUA80hiAOd74OTidQP-KrTpOTqCFyaz2w_NZQeNHjhVzK-smEIC7HGzDkadtwDD30PewR1jDPfkR48AAvkafZ067WjSmuTfE5z605S-ywrkvZF0rYuhEHHsTItMUSgFmhJ/s400/Picture+9+026.jpg" border="0" /><br />It felt rather surreal to walk around where Luther himself walked. My mind went wild imagining what it must have been like and how God worked through Luther in so many ways to get the Gospel out to people and deliver the wonderful message of grace. I wish so badly to just see how it all was, but to have this little peek into the past was truly a wonderful gift. After marveling at the outside, we went inside. WOW WOW WOW. It was more beautiful than I imagined and bigger than I had pictured it to be.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477950730910400834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8mdcLFNXs21gjPeGF3RSGnEpFTZEgWWH0OHElNGU6iUlH09Y9B3pMQKZbdo12Ho6agn5OR55xIJZboFbrhwaj8odsK-iiVLTvS14vUF66ZToFPeMV6ovQxCo43-rAyZFRffEdeqgxb03/s400/Picture+9+029.jpg" border="0" /><br />I could just see Luther as a monk running around this place. I would love to be able to sit down and talk to Luther in real life. We spent quite a bit of time in the church, slowing walking around and trying to soak it all in. I was quite overwhelmed by the whole experience. Once up at the front, we saw Luther's grave. I got chills. Literally. I realize there beneath the church floor is only the remains of Luther since his soul is in heaven, but it was a very powerful moment for me and I felt so unbelievably connected and in tune to my Lutheran heritage that words can not even begin to describe it. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477947263336062018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_7PLNvYk8O1-mf8kWuwitsRRgrgCW7OXdkjlsqtIwiBZPioVX88_XTSrWTB60D9HOOSzSJ5wj0Z7kDC6_Sn5fSRk9GEaPfXefVm-40Mhb269znj4dVC8jy9mfP32SjZMMrzOXg2CbF8dr/s400/Picture+9+030.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>After this, we spent some time in the city church, and I saw a pretty sweet Sauer organ there. They wouldn't let me play it and no one would play it for me, so I bought a CD. Oh well. We visited the gift store where I promptly supported the German economy by buying about half of Wittenberg to talk back to the US with me, and then we just wandered around the town. It was quite cold and rainy, we had our daily dose of gelato. Because even with all this excitement from organs and Luther, I was totally able to think about gelato. I even got to share it with my guy Marty himself. (OK, OK, it was a cut out...)</div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477937033591869186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYLNpcZM_iGU8bsRKkVIPvRew8UcUR9PCY2NvfniV7hfrjYLY1Y0jSHcBAH94ko7VSeTH7zJKxPChYoLT4-Ec08luoLLgMP1bWA5BTkrMEb_Hdo-FvpDJ5E5dtanAC2yfTiqsvjjQqbuW/s400/Picture+9+031.jpg" border="0" /><br />After this delicious treat, we climbed the tower in Castle church and it was AMAZING. VERY high but pretty sweet. I just love old churches. For serious. Then we heard an organ recital. Yes, you heard me correctly I heard an organ recital in Luther's church. It was a organ of course was not around during his time, but it was pretty sweet to sit there listening to organ music while taking in this beautiful church and just having time to digest things. I think God wanted me to hear the organ there... because they only have recitals on Tuesdays, and we just happened to pick Tuesday as the Wittenberg day. We did not know prior to coming about the organ recital bit. Further, for the mere price of 2 euros, you could get a tour of the organ after. I did this, of course. The organist spoke first to the German group, then to the English group. The English group from Wheaton college had a million questions.... most of which were silly and made me embarrassed. The organist had inquired where I was from, and when I said Notre Dame, he of course knew Craig. When the Americans FINALLY stopped asking questions, he pulled the stops loud and played A Mighty Fortress. I did a little squeal of happy. Then he hopped off the bench and said to me "Would you like to play something?" I thought he would never ask! I had not arranged to play here, but had brought my organ shoes and music, hoping for a miracle. It wasn't Luther's organ, but to play in the Castle Church was an amazing opportunity and I eagerly accepted the invitation. I hopped on the bench and busted out my Buxtehude book and played. I was in heaven, and I mean HEAVEN. It wasn't a Schnitger organ, but it was Luther's church so it ran a close 2nd. I was on cloud 9 million the whole way home. It was a mountain top experience in so many ways. </p><p><br />When we got back to Magdeburg we all (Heidi, Manfred and I) took a walk along the river to a nice little restaurant and enjoyed dinner together. Tomorrows agenda: organs!</p></div></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-92088170712900982952010-05-30T15:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.603-07:00Church and some observations...We woke up earlier today because it was Sunday. We had an identical breakfast to yesterdays, and then headed off to church. It was a new building, but very nice.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477409929150137858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPCeZCt7-LMknhKeG9EeO9LjE5ZtALyLCe-dL3KuqcQovI3o1nLgryGsyIDq4vV0SAPczQWayjNQ1o0GkoABDyfWSRfvPOmX9tFfF5tW2225R_bXc7Y5PwS9_Bf2gS9yrAmBTrxhzU92R6/s400/Picture+9+020.jpg" border="0" /> Prior to the service there was a service of confession and absolution. Then, we celebrated the divine service. This of course, was in German, and my Lutheran pride loved it and swelled up a bit. I felt more Lutheran than usual, hearing the service in the mother tongue. Cool thing is, even though I didn’t understand everything, I understood large parts because the rhythm and pattern of liturgy is the same no matter what language. Here, they do not shorten hymns as many US Lutherans do. Here, they don’t skimp out on the number of hymns. Here, there is no Marty Haugen. Here, the propers are not just spoken. Here, the children’s choir does not sing in unison, and they do not sing sing songy childrens music. Here there are no “Twinkie Tunes with Ding Dong Theology” to quote the great Dr. Carl Schalk. Here, the pews are not empty. Here the pews are not padded with sound sucking material. (They are solid wood). Here, the bell doesn’t ring for just a few seconds before church starts. Here, people don’t show up dressed the way they look during the week. Here, there were no thick packets called bulletins. No way. This was high church and today we did Liturgy the way Liturgy was meant to be done. We sang a total of 10 hymns, some with 11 verses (and yes, we sang all 11). The pastor chanted EVERYTHING. The hymns all were from the 1500-1700s and were all sturdy and sing-able. The people were all dressed in their Sunday best. The people fully participated and truly were reverent and it was obvious they take their faith very seriously. The childrens choir sang sturdy chorals in parts, and unaccompanied. The cross, Word, and Elements were all brought in during the procession while we sang an entrance hymn. Here, communion was without a doubt the high point of the service. There was no rushing to get out in an hour, and no corners were cut. Even though the church building was new, only about 30 years old, they invested in a real organ. No speakers. No electro pneumatic junk here. And of course, the pedal board was perfectly straight, because here in Germany, there is no such thing as AGO. THANK GOD FOR THAT. Here, they know how do to do things right. They know how to do things well. As I sat on that hard pew listening to the service and taking in the sights and sounds and smells and tastes and feelings (total sensory… love it!!) the liturgical nerd in me was just in pure blissful happiness. Why can’t more American Lutheran churches get it right? For serious. Drives me nuts. The service here was amazing. Spectacular. Unforgettable. Worshipful. Mountain top experience. I have never felt so connected to my heritage as I did experiencing this service. Experiencing a Lutheran service is something I did not get to do the last time I was here. I am pretty sure I was on cloud 9 million. It couldn’t have gotten any better unless good old Marty himself would have been sitting next to me. OK, OK, OK, OK. I will make a confession. Being the Liturgical nut that I am, I did notice a thing or two about this service that were not so great. But then, I suppose even though Germany FEELS like heaven, it is NOT heaven, and there is NO perfect Liturgy in any church on Earth. To have the ultimate perfect liturgy, I’d have to die and go to heaven. No church on earth run by sinful humans could ever do everything right. The Liturgical mishap/error/unfortunate choice at this service took place immediately after the communion hymn. It was at this point that the organist burst out in an organ improvisation on the communion hymn. Why is this bad, you ask? Was it not common for even Bach to improvise on hymns? Of course. But in this unfortunate circumstance, the organist took this wonderful cantus firums and turned into a jazz circus. Seriously. I’m not kidding. He took this hymn and played it jazz style, overkilled the poor I-IV-V7-I chord progression, and made it sound a little like circus music. I’m certain both Bach and Luther would be rolling in their graves. This was a young organist and maybe he just was getting ansty or maybe he forgot to bring along his Orgelbuchlein this morning. I’m not sure. In any case, Heidi and I sat there red faced from trying to contain our laughter. We didn’t dare look at each other. I suppose looking back there could have been far worse things, and it wasn’t necessarily bad or sinful, but it was just very out of context for this service. After the service, I talked to the pastor who introduced me to the organist and then I got to play the organ. I was soooooo happy. True, this was not a historical organ, but none the less, Germans just don’t build bad organs. They build them REAL with tracker action and straight pedal boards.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477411025999812258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1L3ch01GMv6CUO1SX4LduQ_Znmv0jfhzX77uJE-3zGTZWAwULjjRHKhqf4GKId_HwMSxPlYWj_yvRmsr_tR1NYN1cohksV3lzohtOCJuOgY1e62jcJSyvX0II19IHYPO-n7xm84d4hM_U/s400/Picture+9+021.jpg" border="0" /> The keys felt like velvet under my fingers. I could actually feel what I was doing and had a ton of control over the sound. It was a little organ (pedal with 3 stops and 2 manuals, each with 5 stops plus coupler, tremulant, and pedal pulldown) but so much fun to play. In fact, the pastor had to come drag me out of there 30 minutes later when the congregation was ready to eat the meal and I was still playing away with a goofy smile plastered on my face. After the meal, we got a quick picture with Rose Marie, our host, since there was someone there to take our picture.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477415265346485986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwZuWt-CLfmarI8EW_aMT1eTPhLLCesCap0RoTXzrJsxbkpSgUay_QugGVKw49uoyOajRll5gE7fipQ-524xCcYgqI__pvzKExTVHmTBCG1w3kOIZo3de7JyQn6D8HI2lMPMODrJKfGrme/s400/Picture+9+022.jpg" border="0" />Then, we went home to change, then took the train and went to a museum. This museum contained lots of exhibits on ancient Babylonia, Egypt, Greece, and Rome. It was pretty sweet. After this, you guessed it… it was time for gelato. YES, this was Sunday, a day of rest. But I don’t think the good Lord meant it as a rest from Gelato. It was delicious, and I got very happy. Maybe a little too happy. I think Heidi was embrassed to be seen with me. Just see for yourself how happy gelato makes me...<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477412831384627650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVS7KCfMMlQOgbLDCRiNyoYH7S2EwRrQdw9OoRHYhVa8BA_kFyFhlI6MgL_y4fphJTDNAZiJPaOthmGI4HPRXGCLJkNENfTmSjm2sHrTN1RKxkj7_0yGd5r_Iij3C2md9c8bJz2JDQWc-Q/s400/Picture+9+025.jpg" border="0" />We people watched while we ate the stuff, then walked around an open air market, walked along the river, then found a café with internet access where I could update the blog over a deliciously bubbly apfelschorle.<br /><br />Other than the Liturgy, there are other things in Germany that Americans could take a lesson from. For one, this is a very dog friendly place .More so even than the yuppy puppy trendy places in the US. Dogs are allowed on the busses, trains, in stores, and even in the restaurants. That being said, I will also have to make the disclaimer that in general, German dogs are much better behaved than American dogs are. And I can’t forget the concept of carbonated water. Why don’t we do this in America? It’s genius. On the trains, we have been frequently entertained by classically trained musicians who go from car to car singing or playing. It is a far more pleasant experience than being on an American train next to some teenager with headphones so loud you could hear the music all the way from China. It goes with out saying my thoughts about ice cream. Americans just can’t make good gelato. Also… you may recall the bike lane incident from last year? One would think I would remember this. But alas, I once again was walking in the bike lane this year. I am somehow subconsciously attracted to it, I think. I am happy to report and I am still alive and well despite this. If America adopted such a practice of bike lanes, I wouldn’t be so out of practice when I came to Germany to visit, and America would be a greener place .<br /><br /><br />While the majority of things done in Europe could be a great lesson and model for America to strive towards, some practices are probably best left in Germany. One example would be the Ukrainian woman at church who enjoyed her pizza covered with chocolate chip yogurt. Another example is the high smoking rate. Also, the next time you find yourself walking into a McDonalds or gas station to use the bathroom, count your blessings. Here in Germany, bathrooms are VERY hard to come by and when you are so fortunate as to find one, you have to have pay. It's the pay-per-flush system here. I don’t particularly enjoy flushing my souvenir money down the drain just because nature calls.<br /><br />I’m telling you, Germany is an experience. And even for the bad things, it’s just all part of the experience. I’m pretty happy about being here. And I’m already thinking about where in Germany I will go next summer.Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-23801318329312201652010-05-29T12:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.603-07:00Berlin!After sleeping in a bit, we went downstairs for breakfast. No <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">scarffing</span> Cheerios here. No sir. We had the traditional German breakfast of hard rolls and cheeses (even Brie!) and jams and spreads. The table was FULL of choices and it was hard to decide what to eat. We took quite a bit of time to eat and talked a lot while we ate. After this, we headed into the city where we took a boat tour of the city as well as a on-off buss tour where you could hop out and take time at the various sites. From the bus we saw part of what is left of the wall, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bradedburg</span> Gate, museum island, various embassy buildings, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Deutche</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bahn</span> (the largest train station in Europe), and lots of other things, including the Berlin Dom. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477099418292241330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE8sgfl9qfBGGseY_P8bOy-JlnaEFR8dKVRIIMjJlEdE18P5NSdd39slHzKqk9AX7DRasIfr9kh6rIkA0mXIUpXDsMZaMOmg9y-h9I7NFqFdm0_IzdeF6IG_KKI_Hz5VZgTalWC85WshMF/s400/Picture+9+017.jpg" border="0" />We got off the bus to get a better look at the Berlin Dom and decided it would be worth the money to pay to go inside. I’m so glad we did, especially since it is Lutheran and my guy Marty was perched high in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dom</span>. :) When we walked in the door, we heard the organ. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hadn</span>’t expected to hear it, but someone was practicing. This <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Sauer</span> organ was beautiful, and I was rather jealous of whoever it was practicing it.<br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477100574545043858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRiBFRA0u_JXKIHbx4_BXmiZj-ZCrmi06dWFAj2z-k6EiOAlcj-aOFDhB1RehHwJHPFey-T0aXlAmJ7_AEuoMH2IhJgj-tSnfB1Xw8KtntPNoNI4Pd8XWtP_QCWQGV_P6bCgzUgSxLfpKm/s400/Picture+9+014.jpg" border="0" /> We looked around the main sanctuary. The chancel was amazing. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477097427287089778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHHNy5SYyMy8il2yV1emQDcMcPaXG3kGh99GeW5w5NKcCxS31ZHt9MPe20vVlSKaj0y3ZUrTwE0b3nH-vAidw8MiGnUqVqJ5bzLTIjclm4vZWtdGUXZNSz4cRLrXr09But6XqxRYZJB5d/s400/Picture+9+015.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div><div>Then we went to look at the small chapel and then down to the crypt, which was massive and of course full of coffins of all shapes and sizes. It was super cool, but I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">didn</span>’t take any pictures since that would be disrespectful, even though I REALLY wanted to take pictures. There were tiny coffins of babies and children of kings and queens as well as different German royalty from history. Some of the graves dated from the 1500s and the tops of the coffins were sagging in the middle because they were so old. I just love old graves. It is so cool to be so close to history. After several hours of doing the tourist thing, we found a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">gelato</span> stand. I was pretty happy with this. We got home about 8, had dinner (a vegetable and potato dish) and went to bed. I must confess, I’m getting rather anxious to get to an organ that I can actually play….<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477096508006829554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5vT1RfDSHFx4bVphJOdfmCJvduciawFbh1QVuRYTCOvn9ZRaCO33ZL1zq-b1ovHQlfJ-R4bUJ25uSNcGDCfJW5QIAqPXzsqLzwtiO87rMS6lntmdqwWXRj6pL03PKxWbUvU2-naH57QyW/s400/Picture+9+018.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><p>And, Jayme and Megan, feel free to yell at me and tell me what to do different with all those buttons on my camera. . I know you're dying to. :)</p></div></div>Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7793628957592248516.post-25241582917144787802010-05-28T20:00:00.000-07:002011-07-22T09:37:27.604-07:00Travel back to the happy place.As I write this, I’m sitting in the waiting area of the Heathrow airport. British Airways is on strike, so we got bumped to the next flight on standby. If we don’t get on the flight, we get to spend the night in London. I very much want to get to Germany, but a night in London wouldn’t be a bad deal. Our flight from Chicago to here was fine. We had to sit at the gate for 30 minutes due to 6 late people, but once they arrived, things went perfectly smoothly. No turbulence, thank God. The trip felt much faster than last year; perhaps it is because I knew better what to expect this time. I even slept for about 5 hours on the plane. It is currently 8:50AM Indiana time, but 1:50PM here where we’re at. I’m not nearly as exhausted this time as I was last year…. I recall feeling like a total zombie when we arrived and was in a daze as we trained to our hotel. For now anyway, it’s like I’ve been in this time zone forever. Perhaps I am just living in the wrong country. :)<br /><br /><br /><br />Now, I finish the entry several hours later.....<br /><br />After several long hours in the airport, they were able to get us on a flight. That was the good news. The other good news was that these kind Brits served us tea and “savoury snack”. Which ended up to be pretzels and dehydrated celery, yum yum. The bad news is that we didn’t get to Berlin until 7PM, so we were starting to get pretty tired. The woman who is hosting us met us at the gate holding a sign that said “Heidi and Emmy”. I must confess, I’d seen people in airports with signs before and always thought that was cool, and I nerdily enjoyed being the one on the sign this time. Rosemarie introduced herself to us and greeted us warmly and we took 2 bus rides back to her place. She is probably in her 60s and very kind and gracious and so easy to talk to. The German people are so unbelievably friendly and we were quite surprised when she showed us her apartment, then told us ours was upstairs. Yes, she has a little apartment upstairs for guests, so Heidi and I have a mini kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom area… AND it has a super sweet balcony. Not gonna lie. When I saw the European light switches and toilet I got pretty excited. The stuff here is just so cool. I got even more excited when I felt the slightly crunchy line dried fresh towels because of course hardly anyone has a clothes dryer here. After we got settled, we went down to her apartment for some dinner. She served us some traditional potato soup and also some sort of sausage, which of course I didn’t eat. Her eclectic decorations made me feel like I was in a world museum, and we learned over dinner that she has done quite a bit of traveling…. To India and Israel and Africa and the US just to name some., so the things in her house are souvenirs from all of her world travels. Also, she hosts travelers pretty frequently. After dinner, she asked us if we had gotten enough to eat. When we told her we had, she said “Good, then it’s time for the ice cream.” Well we certainly did not argue that one and soon the dinner conversation continued over bowls of cherry amoretto ice cream. After this it was about 10PM here and we were exhausted so we went up to bed. I then wrote this blog entry (Which I will post as soon as I can find a hot spot) in the bed which has no top sheet (These Germans are so smart… what’s the point of top sheets anyway?” and big fluffy duvets. Yay Germany. Yay for being back. Yay for good food. Yay for the organs that will son come. Yay for it staying light until crazy hours of the night. Yay for being ecstatically happy and in the most wonderful place in the whole world. I’m on cloud 9 million. And the minute my fingers touch some old keys and my feet get to dance on a short octave pedal board and my ears hear that glorious meantone I’m pretty sure I will plain drop dead of sheer happiness.Emmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16989155907659071282noreply@blogger.com0