Borken Easter Market / Farmer's Market

Yes, yes, I know - it's been a long time since I last posted anything here and I'm not doing my duty of keeping all 2 of our readers informed on what's going on. Relax. Until about 10 days ago, it was still cold and rainy and we avoided doing anything at all because it was just too terrible to go outside. Then finally, the sun made its first appearance since last fall and started to thaw us out and we can finally go outside again. I think me, Dylan and Oscar all have had major cabin fever. Lucky for us, the past 10 days have been pretty consistently sunny and about 60-65 degrees (15-17 Celcius).

This past weekend was Borken's annual Easter Market / Farmer's Market. It's one of the 3 Sunday's a year where the retail shops are allowed to be open, so the open market plus the nice weather made for a pretty packed town square. Here are some pics:

Dylan's really into wearing his sunglasses these days.  He probably didn't understand the point of them until recently when the sun finally came out from hibernating behind thick clouds all winter.

There were more flowers for sale at the Easter market than anything else. 

One whole street was full of play houses, slides and cool things for kid to do.  

You could watch a blacksmith demonstration, although the only thing he would make were little "Good Luck Horseshoes."  It seems like he goes through a lot of work to sell little €3 trinkets.

Other things for sale were monstrous handmade benches, wooden shoes and handmade wicker baskets of all sizes.

An of course, where else could you buy your sheepskin-lined children's booties,  animal pelts and rugs?

No German market is complete without a massive bratwurst grill.

The highlight of Dylan's day was getting to drive the Santa Fe Express choo-choo-train.  When he got off he said "Wow, Mommy - that was fuuuuuuun!"

My (Not-So) Emergency Room Experience in Germany

Last Tuesday night immediately after basketball practice, we were in the locker room getting ready to take a shower and go home.  I found the towel in my sport bag and was rooting around the bottom of my bag for some shower gel.  After a few seconds of digging around, I felt a sharp prick in my right hand’s pointer and middle finger.  When I pulled my hand out of the bag, it took me a little while to realize what I had just done:  I had caught my two fingers on my razor lying in the bottom of my bag.  At first, I figured that the cut couldn’t be that deep.  After all, it was a shaving razor, not a chainsaw.  Then my fingers started to bleed… a lot.

Unfortunately, after 15 minutes, the bleeding was not letting up.  I took a one handed shower while my other hand bled into the public shower drain.  The blood trail looked like a shower scene from a horror movie.  If my teammates were not wearing flip flops in the shower before last week, they certainly are now.  After the shower, I put my clothes on and wrapped the injured fingers in Kleenex.  My teammates suggested that I go to the Emergency room to see if I needed stitches.  I initially refused this offer.  Every trip I had ever taken to the emergency room resulted in a minimum 5 hour stay and at least a $200 bill (this is with insurance.)  I really did not want to stay in the Borken Hospital until 4:00 am.  Based on my previous experience, my finger would have to be completely cut off in order to go to the emergency room at 10:30 pm.  

One of my teammates offered to go with me to the emergency room, which told me that a. maybe my finger really was hurt, b. maybe the trip wasn’t going to take as long as I feared and c. I would have someone to explain to the doctor, in German, how I managed to slice my fingers.  I agreed to go. 

We walked in the Hospital at 10:20 pm, checked in and waited for the nurse for 5 minutes.  When the nurse came, my teammate Dennis explained the story to the nurse while I sat there feeling totally embarrassed and stupid.  The nurse took me in to the examination room, laughed at me, cleaned my fingers, laughed at me, said that I wouldn’t need stitches, and laughed at me again (in that order.)  Soon after, the doctor briefly appeared and offered a tetanus shot.  After declining the tetanus shot, he was quickly out of the room. 

Before I knew it, I was at the checkout desk paying my quarterly co-pay of a whopping €10.   That was all I needed to pay.  At 10:40 pm, we were back in the car on the way home.  

The wounds on my fingers quickly healed and I was able to play basketball without any major disruptions. 

Next time, when I have an actual emergency, I will feel much more comfortable going to the Emergency room in Germany. 

House Hunters International: Foltice Edition Part 1

In case you missed our last post, we have news - we're moving again! This time we're only going 60 kilometers (aka: 37 miles) from Borken to Münster. It is bittersweet leaving Borken because it really is a special town and we've loved living here, but if you've read Bryan's recent "Year of the Schedule" blog post, then you know Bryan isn't home very much and we think quitting basketball and moving closer to Bryan's job will overall be better for our family.

Since we've started searching for a place in Münster, we've learned that there are some MAJOR differences between finding an apartment in America to finding one in Germany. In fact, other than the end result of moving into a new place, every other aspect of searching for an apartment is different.

Let's start with the basics...

Step 1: The Online / Newspaper Search

In America you'd pull up the handy website Apartments.com and type in your city and a massive list of just about every available apartment complex within 100 miles shows up with photos and all the details you'd ever want. Searching for an apartment in the newspaper isn't so hard either, because at least I can read and understand English. See below for what a newspaper ad for an apartment in Germany looks like and tell me if you understand what this says:

MS-Gievenbeck ruhige 3 ZKBB, mit EBK, Grg., NR Whg. 77 m2, ab 1.5., 520 Eur KM + NK Zuschriften unter, WN 6784129 ZGM 48135 Münster

Germany also has it's own version of Apartments.com, but you won't find any apartment complex listings because those don't exist here. Every single apartment unit is individually owned (like a condo), so the results in searches end up being specific flats available in buildings or the top/bottom floors of people houses that have been converted to apartments. They may or may not have photos and important details (like when it's available, do they accept pets, etc), and they are most likely listed by a rental real estate agent whose going to charge you (yes, YOU the renter, not the person who hired them to list their apartment) 2 1/2 times the monthly rent as a fee if you get selected as the renter for this apartment.

How I wish the German equivalents were as informative and organized as this website. 

Step 2: Viewing the Apartment

In America, not only is there a TON of information online, but you can just show up at that apartment complex, walk into the office and someone is there to show you a model and answer all you questions - so easy!

In Germany, you have to make an appointment with the landlord or, more likely, the real estate agent that the landlord has hired to find a tenant. This sounds easy, but as we've mentioned before, we're terrible phone talkers in German. We're so bad that Bryan has asked one of the research assistants at the University to make all the initial phone calls for us on apartments we want to look at because if I did the calling no one would call us back. Think about it - if you were trying to find a renter and someone called and left you a message that sounded like this in a heavily accented broken language, would you call them back?

"Hello. I interesting in apartment you. Have I appointment for seeing can? Please back call mine at 1-234-5678. Thank you."

I'm pretty sure that this is how I sound to a German person when I try to speak German. You probably wouldn't call me back either.

If we're lucky enough to get an appointment, we have no say in when that appointment it. The real estate agent simply says "Saturday at 5:30 pm. Be there." And if you can't be there, then you lose out on the apartment because it's such a sellers/renters market in Münster that real estate agents aren't going to bend over backwards to show one person (nonetheless a foreigner) an apartment at a special time when there are 20 more people willing to do whatever it takes to get there on Saturday at 5:30. For whatever reason (maybe it's a law, I'm not sure), apartments are only shown on Saturdays, which sucks for us because Bryan is in Münster every weekday and can easily slip out to check out a place, but Saturday's are really hard for us. He has basketball games, so if we're going to look at an apartment I have to go by myself (or with Dylan, which would be extra stressful). There are limited busses on Saturdays, so if the appointment is too late in the day (like at 5:30) then I'll miss the last bus home and will either have to take an expensive 2.5 hour train ride with multiple legs or just stay in a hotel an come home on Sunday when even fewer busses run between Borken and Münster. That's a super expensive day to just look at 1 apartment. Trying to explain this to a German real estate agent conjures up zero sympathy. They seem to just shrug their shoulders and say "best of luck."

Step 3: So, What's Included?

Ok, this will blow your mind, Americans. Not every apartment here comes equipped with a kitchen. For real. All those years I spent in advertising and marketing homes and condos means that I know that the kitchen is pretty much the most important room in the house. And about 90% of the apartments on the market here require that you BYOK (bring your own kitchen). When touring a typical apartment, here is what the kitchen looks like:

That's right, it's a big empty room with holes in the wall for appliances and zero cabinets.  So, if we moved into one of these apartments we'd have to scrounge up an extra 4,000-5,000 Euros (or more) to buy and install a fitted kitchen into this space.  Some apartments (about 10%) come with kitchens, but you have to read the fine print because some times it will say "New tenant can purchase this kitchen from current tenants for 2,000 Euros" or "New tenant can rent this kitchen for 200 Euros."  Occasionally the kitchen is just part of the apartment, but there's usually some catch.

Another thing that you have to ask about is lighting.  When someone moves out of an apartment they take all of their lighting fixtures (as in, those affixed to the ceiling) with them, leaving either no lighting at all or a bare bulb hanging down from the ceiling on a cord.  Sometimes all they leave is just a cord with no bulb at all.  It's just another expense to moving here that is easy to forget and can be quite costly in the end, unless you're OK living in a dark home.

Step 4: Getting The Apartment
So if somehow we manage to find an apartment in our budget, with a kitchen, that is available starting June 1, our next step is filling out the paperwork and hoping we get selected.  This doesn't sound too different than an American experience, but just wait.  Unless you're acting as landlord, you have an agency handling all the details (like more places here).  The difference is that in America the agency vets the applicants, makes a selection and gets it all set up and the owner doesn't have to deal with it (because that's what the owner is paying for).  But here, the agency brings the applications to the owner and lets them decide.  This is bad news for us because the agent is surely going to tell the owner that we're the Americans and we've been warned that we'll be prejudiced against as future tenants because people don't want foreigners renting their homes.  We've experienced this a little bit so far and expect more of it.  There is apparently no such thing as "Equal Housing Opportunity" here.

I've never had so much respect for this little logo found in every real estate ad and marketing piece in America.

So, wish us luck and send us prayers in findings the right place in Münster over the next few months.  We'll keep you updated on how the search goes and will hopefully have some photos of the actual apartment candidates a'la House Hunters International.

2012: The Year of the Schedule

The news is official: I will not be playing basketball in Borken next season and we will be moving to Münster on the 1st of June.  Dana and I are both sad and excited.  Sad because we will miss the people here in Borken and because basketball will be over.  Excited because, well, it's Münster. Also excited because we will (hopefully) get our schedules/priorities back in order.

Over our Christmas break, I had to reassess my overly hectic and unsustainable schedule.  The last 4 months had been brutal.  A 70-80 hour week (counting work, basketball, and commute time) is ok if done once in a while.  I get this adrenaline rush from the stress and nonstop running around.  I actually like it and feel that I do some of my best work on this schedule.  Doing this type of demanding schedule, however, for 14 weeks in a row without a break leading up to Christmas is a recipe for disaster. A lesson that I have learned first hand.

Remarkably, the adrenaline thing worked for about 11-12 weeks throughout the months of September, October, and November.  The 'take it one day at a time until you get to Christmas' mentality worked quite well.  Sure, there were good days and bad.  But overall I was somehow making it work.

That is until I hit the wall.  I understand now that the term 'hitting the wall' is extremely accurate, as it felt in the somewhere in the first week of December that I had literally ran into a wall, both mentally and physically.  I remember a Thursday night basketball practice that week, where I literally felt that I my body might shut down and I would collapse to the ground.

For the next two weeks, I would often get dizzy and light headed while sitting at my desk at work or while playing basketball.  I was so ill one night that I couldn't play in a game.   The week leading up to Christmas, it took all of the energy I had to do even the simplest task.  I was totally overwhelmed and totally out of gas.  Not a feeling I ever want to have again.

I am failing to mention Dana and Dylan up to this point.  As much I as I have tried to do date nights and spend Saturday and Sunday's (at least the time before my games) with Dylan, family time was clearly lacking and Dana needed a break at Christmas just as much as I did.

Christmas break could not have come fast enough.  A couple weeks of rest was precisely what I needed.  The light headed/dizziness is gone. I have as much energy as a 31 year old could possibly have.

To avoid 'hitting the wall' in 2012, I am bound and determined to keep my schedule under control.  I track my hours every week in an attempt to keep everything (work+commute+basketball) under 60 hours per week.  Up to this point, I have been successful about 50% of the time this year.

Eliminating basketball from the schedule will free up 15-20 hours per week.  Additionally, moving anywhere remotely close to Münster will cut down immensely on travel time.  I am currently averaging 13.5 hours per week of travel time alone.  Combine the two and I will have nearly an entire additional work week of newly found free time in June.

Münster, here we come!

Interview for ExpatInfoDesk.com

A few weeks ago I was able to take part in an interview with an Expat website, ExpatInfoDesk.com, a really useful website for people living abroad. I love going to the website and reading the other interviews with expats to learn about life in their chosen countries, so it was a cool honor to be selected as well!

Click on this link here to read the whole interview.