The last couple of weeks have been quiet, enjoyable ones. The Mr. has been resting up before returning to work, and I’ve been gearing up to begin my intensive language course. We had some lovely, long walks around the city and yesterday enjoyed walking up to Käppele, a church that survived the 1945 bombing is now in the care of the Order of the Friars Minor Capuchin. It sits on a hill overlooking the city and is one of Würzburg’s most recognizable landmarks.
We also attempted (sort of) to go sledding one day while the snow was still covering the ground (temperatures only *just* warmed up yesterday melting all the snow. It’s been on the ground since Thanksgiving, I think!) I say “attempted” as we had no proper sled. The Mr. thought perhaps we could fabricate one using an Ikea bag and a yoga block. A nice idea, but sadly it was a colossal fail. If only we had had a lunchroom tray like we used to use back at DePauw….
We also watched (and are still watching) several documentaries. The Mr. picked out “The Story of India” last year as a Christmas gift, and it was a highly enjoyable and enlightening exploration of a fascinating country. I’ve only been to New Delhi (briefly) and Dharamsala (for a month), all the while focussing on Tibetan culture, but I’d enjoy returning at some point to see more of and learn more about India. The documentary also tied in nicely with two novels I’ve been reading, Midnight’s Children by Salman Rushdie, and Brick Lane by Monica Ali. The other documentary series I’m currently in love with is Simon Reeve’s Tropic of Cancer. Reeve is journeying around the world along the Tropic of Cancer, uncovering “environmental, political and human stories from some of the most remote places on the planet.” It’s fascinating, beautiful and at times heart wrenching. Going about our daily lives, it’s so easy to forget how privileged and lucky we are compared to most, and how we are but a small part of a much larger world.
Apart from the long walks and documentaries, we did make a bit of progress on the flat over the holidays. The Mr. went through some boxes in the office/guest room so we were able to clear a few more of those out, and we’ve ordered a new dishwasher and vacuum cleaner. The cabinets and cooker/oven will have to wait a bit longer, but apart from lacking storage space, it’s not too much of an annoyance. We’ve borrowed a small, portable cooker which makes a world of difference (i.e. I can make pasta again – hurray!)
And this evening I’ve taken the ornaments off the tree, and the Mr. will carry it outside soon where it will be picked up by the city tomorrow morning for composting. Somehow, I never feel quite ready for Christmas to end. I wish there was another big holiday in January after New Year’s Eve (which is so close to Christmas it really can’t count) to make this winter month a little more enjoyable. (January birthday people: your moms were genius for having you in January – it’s never a boring month for you!) But the lack of anything exciting to look forward to in my own life in January has me thinking: what if I were to invent my own holiday? I mean, why not? Who’s to say I can’t, right? It would definitely include good food, family & friends. But what else? What would you add if you “invented” your own holiday?