Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Surfin' M.U.C.

Every week I look at the ‘write Wahlmünchnerin post’ task on my calendar and think ‘What am I going to write about?’ And then I go for a walk.

I had to run an errand yesterday that took me down Prinzregentenstrasse past the surfing spot right before Haus der Kunst. In almost four (!) years of blogging about Minga how could I have neglected this place?!

I’ve noticed this scene becoming more and more of an iconic image representing Munich. It’s been in the New York Times, in Löwenbräu ads and was the opening sequence of a short Monocle film about why Munich regularly features in it's top 10 in their annual report on the best cities in the world.

A few years ago, heavily encouraged by my husband, I went to see a film on river surfing (who knew?) Keep Surfing, which premiered in Munich. The film revealed the entire history of how this spot got started, and even featured our neighbor (!), Dieter 'The Eater', who is a regular there along with his daughters. Here's a clip:

You’ll never catch me riding around like a nut on that wave, but no matter how many times I've seen it, I'm always compelled to stop and watch awhile whenever I pass by.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

I Heart Soccer

Before Wahlmünchnerin was even a twinkle in my eye, I kept a little blog to keep friends back home abreast of life in my adopted country.

I started this post with a deep sigh, thinking about how I would explain all my feelings about the World Cup.  Luckily I was able to dig up a post from waaay back in 2006, when the Weltmeisterschaft was in Germany and I caught my first ever case of Fussballfieber.

I'm re-posting  it here for your reading pleasure, Enjoy.

Well it's finally here.  The 2006 World Cup, in Germany. We knew for years, months that this was going to happen. I would see the progress of the new Allianz arena as I would make my weekly trek to Düsseldorf, It didn't really hit me though until right before the first game. Suddenly the entire WORLD is here - in a good way. I was riding my bike through Marienplatz when I heard someone yell 'Pinche Borachos!' Suddenly confused and feeling like I had been teleported back to L.A., I turned to see a large group of Mexicans, draped in full Mexican regalia and taking pictures with (of course) their massive Bier Glasses. 

Everywhere you turn, there are Croats, Australians, Brazilians, Hollanders, Ghanaians, Americans, Koreans, you name it, in a good natured national frenzy. 
After each game there is a street party - the size of which depends on the teams playing. The opening game in Munich between Germany and Costa Rica (Germany won) literally resulted in people pouring into the streets and stopping traffic and the city (and country - unlike the Olympics, the World Cup takes place all over the country in various cities) just didn't sleep at ALL that night.

For the first time since any of my Germans friends have lived, Germans are going nuts waving the German flag around (with no disturbing undertones), happy to play host to the world and determined to get it right this time - no disasters ala the 1972 Olympics. Proper Police are everywhere although the mood has been nothing but festive and friendly with everyone on GREAT behavior. Flags, German tri-color mohawk wigs, bracelets, T-shirts and all kinds of other WM (Weltmeisterschaft = World Championship=World Cup) paraphernalia are in evidence everywhere. I knew things were getting out oh hand when I bought a head of lettuce and the cellophane it was wrapped in was printed like a soccer ball.

Basically it's a party every day. You can't go anywhere without a flat screen TV or giant projection of some soccer game being shown. The weather immediately got it's act together on June 9 (day of the first game) and got warm and sunny, so everyone could rush to the Biergarten to while away the days watching the various games drinking Bier and eating their picnics (We are still trying to master the art of home office in the Biergarten – laptop battery life remains to be the main issue – many Biergartens have WLAN/WiFi). 

I know this is not even a blip on the radar screen at home, not even a sub-blip, however words aren't enough to explain how fun and exciting this is. It's a very universal event where everyone gets to identify with their tribe on the world stage, while at the same time feeling part of the global whole. I even made myself a USA/Flag tattoo so as not to be confused for a Brazilian during the blow out Brazil-Australian game and subsequent street party yesterday. Partly for identification purposes, and partly because I was bustin’ with pride by how the US played the night before.

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Resources for Fresh of the Boat English Speakers

People are starting to reach out to me now when they have Munich questions. A friend and colleague of my husbands had a few questions for a co-worker that's relocating to Munich. I figure my answers may help just more than one person, so here they are.

Internations is a great resource. Full disclosure: I don't really go to the events myself. I think it may be a little bit of singles scene - which can be great if your unattached. I would have been all over it ten years ago.  They also have a lot of group activities going on around lots of different interests, so there's something for everyone.

Best German course I ever took was the the Unikurs für Auslander. I think InLingua and the Goethe Institut are also supposed to be good (but don’t know for sure). Try Tandem to meet people and take turns chit chatting in your native language and then German.

There's a New in Munich Facebook Group and on the sidebar of this blog you'll  find links to other English language Munich blogs. There's also a ton of Meet-ups many of them English speaking.

Everybody knows about Toytown, but I'll include that link just in case.


Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Minga, I've Never Loved You More

This last week, before falling asleep, I've reveled in the quiet, the silence. As I walked through town my eyes drank up the green, the nature, the river. Sometimes I truly feel like I live in Paradise.

I can forget that sometimes. It's easy when you don't live in a super sexy place like Berlin, London, Paris or New York. Yes, New York. That's where I spent a week at the end of last month, and it left me shattered, just shattered. So big, so loud, such a constant assault on the senses. I know the big apple is the soul city of so many people on this planet, but it's not mine. I left feeling completely drained of life force rather than energized. I was not in an Empire State of Mind.

I wondered if it's because I'm getting, ahem, older. It's not. At 18 I fled to San Francisco from what always felt as the vast isolation of my home town, Los Angeles. Sometime in my mid-twenties I fled to the East Bay (sort of the Bay Area's version of Brooklyn) because it was just getting 'too crazy' in San Francisco. I think of Chicago as one of America's greatest big cities. I've always loved Portland, Oregon (way before Portlandia was a thing).

So I realized, that's what it is for me: I need to live in a city - and it does need to be a city - that is human scale. Much to my surprise (as someone whose never considered herself to be outdoorsy)  My soul needs to be surrounded with reminders that I'm living on an organic, living, breathing planet; rivers, mountains, ocean, lots of blue sky side by side with all the trappings of urbane life.

I always thought it was kind of a cosmic fluke that I was born and raised in L.A. Now it feels like kind of a happy cosmic accident that I ended up making my home in a city I'm so compatible with, knowing so little about it before moving to it.

Just had to get that down.