Alles ist gut!
Don't get too excited - the title is a glimpse at the brief knowledge I've ascertained thus far in Germany. But this post is not to brag about how horrible my Deutsch vocabulary and pronunciation are after three weeks - and no, if you drink enough German beer, you do not become fluent. I tried. It is to talk about the pastries, ice cream, and fresh veggies I am consuming by the truckloads, and the sounds of horse hooves and church bells that fill the space between the silence of this little town of Bauschheim.
There is a small bakery about 200 steps from our front door, and as we discovered on Saturday morning, it is completely acceptable to show up in your pajamas and slippers, half asleep to get pastries during the 2 short hours of business. After you've demolished your crumb cake or chocolate croissant, you might consider putting on some pants.
The ice-cream shop is underneath someone's home - we can only assume that the same lovely lady that serves us is also the proprietor of the business and resident of the home. She speaks no English (at least to us), and she is kind enough to not fall into a fit of laughter as I try to oder in German. I actually think she might be impressed with my progress since the fist scoops I ordered... we have eaten a lot of ice-cream. Now if I could just figure out how to order another flavor...
The veggies. Oh the delicious veggies. They are all non-GMO because - well, ask a German farmer what a GMO is and they will likely scratch their heads. The produce is organic - most of the chemicals used in the US are illegal here or just plan do not exist. Those veggies and fruit are the product of a community effort - there are community gardens here. One of my favorite things about this town is on Sundays, the community gardens are filled with people having cook outs, surrounded by their beautiful efforts.
It seems as though everyone has a dog here. I love it. There is no worry about barks disrupting the neighbors because the dogs have even figured out that a few howls are good enough, and then move back into their sunny spots for napping. These dogs spend their afternoons tethered to their human's bicycles (or loose) and gallantly explore the countryside. Now for the people that do not have dogs to walk or ride their bicycles with, there are horses. Yes, people walk their horses down our street a few times a day. The clacking of the horse shoes on the cobble stone walk way informs Sienna (my dog) that it is time to jump up and look out the window at those huge, magnificent creatures.
The horses are sometimes the only indicator that I am not actually living in this town all alone. The only other sounds I can count on are the church bells every hour. At least I know what time it is as I traipse around the forest and garden paths, getting lost in the steadfast beauty of stillness and silence.
Alles ist gut! Or Everything is good!