Barcelona … small pics of a big city

My wife and I went to Barcelona last week. We did a lot of walking and looked around. The sunnier and warmer than home weather was nice. And the coffee … I miss that already.

Check out what I saw.

In my next blog post I’m going to try and capture my new found like for that famously tasty and just a bit addicting Spanish ‘jamon’. You may have heard about it 😉

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Entrepreneurial spirit, too little too late & spilled beer

I just returned from the village store. I took a few cold beers from their fridge, the coldest beers around. I like that. It’s summer. Three beers. Having a store in the village rocks. It is convenient for me, only a … Continue reading

When it Rained

this summer, it filled silver metal buckets and drenched the ground.

Happy Cadaver Day

It’s a holiday today. It is also a Thursday. That means that some of my work colleagues are using a bridge day (Bruecken Tag) to build a longish weekend. I forgot to plan ahead and  hence I  work tomorrow.

Frohnleichnam – Corpus Christi (it’s a feastday I hear, but unsure what to eat) 

It is only a holiday in the Bundeslaender of Baden-Wuerttemberg, Bavaria, Hesse, Northrhine-Westphalia, Rhineland Palatinate und Saarland.

Corpus Christi (feast)

Celebrated 60 days after Easter Sunday.

Not too sure what the feast consists of. But am pretty sure that most Germans I’ve spoken to and I presume many others as well do not have the faintest notion as to what this holiday actually means or represents. Now I belong to that select group of ‘don’t know’ people. I will try to enlighten you and myself.

It seems that Juliana de Cornillon, living in a convent style arrangement in Liege, Belgium kind of wished for another holiday after lent, one especially dedicated to the ‘Blessed Sacrament‘ for which she had a particular groove on.

Perhaps she did or did not have repeating ‘visions’ of Christ for 20 or so years; which she kept secret, in which she allegedly had been instructed to plead  establishment of the feast of Corpus Christi. She managed to convince those with some special clout and there you have it, Bishop Robert instituted the new holy day in 1246.

I leave it to you dear reader to delve deeper into the who what where and why of this feast dayhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blessed_Sacramenthttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blessed_Sacrament.

Note: Not to be confused with the city of same name in the US state of Texas.

 

 

 

Random Saturday

these images are a few of the things that grabbed my attention yesterday

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Small Village, Big Parade

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Snow is colder

It’s carnival season German style. Colorful garb, musical cacophonies, flying candy and fist fulls of confetti tossed not only prettily into the air above the heads of parade viewers, nay … sometimes this vile paper pretty is tossed directly, deliberately  into the faces of the public, sometimes even savagely massaged into the hair and down the necks of the now hapless parade visitors. Some of these are even dragged from the relative obscurity of the side of the route into the middle of the action where they are ganged upon by members of the carnival cliques and suffer unspeakable carnival mayhem.

This being Rose Montag (Rose Monday), revelers take to the carnivalized streets celebrating something I understand little about. Here in Baden Wuertemberg is it also known as Fastnacht.

This little village I live in posted signage last week announcing road/street closures for today and when I asksed I was told about the carnival parade. The day is also taken off by many of the celebrants. I too had it off.

Warm up music blasted through and between the buildings of this downtown village style neighborhood and that made any sane calm thought to naught. So I decided to join the curious and hangers on. And now I have a badge as proof of my admission payment of 2Euros. I paid to be entertainingly molested by noise, color and bands of wild celebrants, most comfortably anonymous behind carved wooden masks or cheaper yet convincing synthetic copies of these cultural works of art and ancient master pieces of the season.

Below is a selection of todays ribald and raucous celebrations played out by seasoned characters, long versed and immersed in the local customs of the various cliques, groups of celebrants.

 

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Apologies and Feline Feelings

I take it all back (previous rant blog about making a bad choice). I do, well I would like to but feelings were felt, things were said, pee was peed and the cat was a jerk.

Luna, we are sorry. Luna you were right. Luna, even though you are a bit the crazy kitty, we love thee and are glad you didn’t throw in the towel and decide to leave our happy home. We are now so very happy because said once upon a time ‘jerk cat’ is a happy kitty; as it is supposed to be and always shall be hence forth in this household.

Now it turns out that we, my kind wife and I were the jerks. We clearly were not in tune with blatant in-your-face cat speak.

Admittedly we supplied all necessities of a happy cat life for both our young catlings. Foods both soft and hard, water and sometimes cat milk, comfortable floor cushions just for them, much new furniture to make their own, a few large beds to cavort upon and multiple litter boxes in which to do their businesses. Alas nothing seemed amiss nor absent from any wish list any cat could imagine … yet something was off. Well, after painful and frustrating soul searching and only one bad-mouth blog about said feline culprit we the humans decided to change the type of litter in all of the litter boxes. Well, my kind wife decided to do that and stumbled upon the solution to our troubled catlings existence; poor thing was haunted by guilt and stress not least the fear of the knowledge that she would  have to pee in unsuitable places which would result in much chiding and some shunning.

I’ve made it up to kitty by treating her with the sweetness of raisins, the tangy flavor of smoked pig and the joys of chasing hazelnuts across smooth wooden floors and her own couch … when I’m not using it.