The Legend of…St. George, the dragon slayer


St. George, a top a fountain, slaying the dragon.

St. George, a top a fountain, slaying the dragon. Ettlingen, Germany

St. George, doing his slaying, Karlsruhe, Germany

St. George, doing his slaying, Karlsruhe, Germany

According to the Golden Legend, the narrative episode of Saint George and the Dragon took place somewhere he called “Silene”, in Libya; the Golden Legend is the first to place this story in Libya as a sufficiently exotic locale, where a dragon might be found. In the tenth-century Georgian narrative, the place is the fictional city of Lasia, and the idolatrous emperor who rules the city is called Selinus.[7]

The town had a small lake with a plague-bearing dragon living in it and poisoning the countryside. To appease the dragon, the people of Silene fed it two sheep every day. When they ran out of sheep they started feeding it their children, chosen by lottery. One time the lot fell on the king’s daughter.[8] The king, in his grief, told the people they could have all his gold and silver and half of his kingdom if his daughter were spared; the people refused. The daughter was sent out to the lake, dressed as a bride, to be fed to the dragon.[7]

Saint George by chance rode past the lake. The princess tried to send him away, but he vowed to remain. The dragon emerged from the lake while they were conversing. Saint George made the Sign of the Cross and charged it on horseback, seriously wounding it with his lance. He then called to the princess to throw him her girdle, and he put it around the dragon’s neck. When she did so, the dragon followed the girl like a meek beast on a leash. The princess and Saint George led the dragon back to the city of Silene, where it terrified the populace. Saint George offered to kill the dragon if they consented to become Christians and be baptised. Fifteen thousand men including the king of Silene converted to Christianity. George then killed the dragon, and the body was carted out of the city on four ox-carts. The king built a church to the Blessed Virgin Mary and Saint George on the site where the dragon died and a spring flowed from its altar with water that cured all disease

(text is from Wikipedia)

Schloss Bruchsal, Bruschal, Germany


The German word ‘Schloss’ has many meanings in English, it can mean ‘castle’ ‘Manor’ ‘Estate’ and so many more things!!! This particular ‘Schloss’ was residence of some nobility and a politcal statement of the noblemans success. The upper floor also hosts an amazing array of musical playing devices from the late 19th century and early 20th century. Well worth a visit and the self guided tour (audio head set is an option) is well worth it.

Thomas and I so enjoyed our day. Our schloss card is really paying off–what a way to adventure on a dime–mutiple venues for one flat price

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A day in Ruins, Waldkirch, Germany


Waldkirch, Germany

Marktplatz, the town center square where a lot of hubbub occurs, a great place to drink coffee and people watch

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The country road view of Waldkirch, a quaint small town

Waldkirch Church

A lovely church with lyrical bells chiming

Fortress--noble ruins Waldkirch, Germany

Fortress Ruins on the hillside above Waldkirch. Closed today but still beautiful. Just everyday life in Germany.

 

A day ‘ruined’ when taking an alternate route back to my abode. Absolutely Stunning!!!  I never found this place on a map for tourists or anything but with some digging, some history was learned and stumbling upon some ruins is a treasure—life off the beaten path sure has some old perks.

The people in this small town are also very friendly, it seems the further away from big cities, the better the atmosphere.

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Creativity and Coffee


Anna Potthoff ---trying Turkish Coffee for the first time, Strasbourg, France

Anna Potthoff —trying Turkish Coffee for the first time, Strasbourg, France

I admit it, I am a coffee and postcard addict. I crave to sample and savor beans and caffeine wherever my feet go, taking a moment to send a postcard to a friend or family member.

  I also collect ‘smashed’ pennies, kind where you insert a coin and a payment, turn the crank, and out comes a small souvenir. They provide great souvenirs and I hope to collect enough to create a charm bracelet-

I am, in short,  an adventurer with with a yearning to expereince all. Alas, adventures are not free, so I am getting creative.

I go to local Flea Markets–held rather frequently and find goodies–putting them on eBay to fund my adventures.  A portion of every sale also benefits a charity–the treasures are forever changing, so please, check back frequently.

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Writing a postcard and realizing I am out of coffee

Writing a postcard and realizing I am out of coffee

Penny Souvenir Crank, Strasbourg, France

Penny Souvenir Crank, Strasbourg, France

I purchase postcards to help me discover venues in new areas and to send notes to loved ones--one postcard always goes into my journal as a keepsake souvenir

Postcards Addict

Learning the Language


My fellow students in my First German Course

My fellow students in my First German Course

Last Day of Second German Course

Last Day of Second German Course

 

 

 

 

Learning a new language is part of my bucket list (which also includes adventures.)  German is not an easy language to learn and pick up but there are plenty of opprotunities to practice here…and boy, do I practice!!!

Taking classes at a local venue-school has proven to be super helpful in building basic vocabularly and grammer–and I have made some really nice friends along the way–and what is life without human interaction?

I am often a little shy in using my German my language level is defintily not at a very high standard yet–but I can now order food, ask and give directions, and reading signs and packaging is much easier now. Woohoo!! The essentials are in practice as I continue to expand my language skill…and that the vocabulary grows.

 

Over the River–and into Lauterbourg, France


 
A new friend’s invitation drove me to the edge, over the river, and thru the woods to a local French Restaurant—Au Bord Du Rhin

Changing countries in this part of Europe is easy, by American standards. Planes, trains, automobiles, trams and so much more make it convienent and super accesible to cross borders.

The menu was divided into three langues–French (of course), German (which I am in the prelimary classes of learning) and a very unique version of English.  When the ingredients or key words of a dish are still foreign, guessing (or asking) is best when ordering and finding yourself lucky and on the receiving end is always a pleasant surprise.

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French Desserts–Caramel Flan with a vanilla sauce and fresh fruit–including St. Johns Berries

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The Restaurant’s Logo placed artistically on a plate

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French Mouse (chocolate) with cream sauce adn fresh seasonal fruit

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Monika, a local German friend, showing me the ropes of French Cuisine–from lochs to Chevre and so much more

 

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St. Martins Church, Ettlingen, Baden-Wartümberg, Germany


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One lovely, very sunny (and thus hot day), I leisurely went into St. Martins to enjoy the shade and for prayers.  The church was silent, in reverence of peace and quiet–the church being void of other humans.

I bolted upright from a very bizarre sound, not from the ding dang dong of the musical bells, for it was only 10:12 in the morning. Thinking something amiss, I searched for the source of the disturbance and was but awoken by the reverberations of my own rumbling snores echoing off the walls.

 

St. Annas Potthoffs 2780Martins Church, located in downtown Ettlingen (Kirchplatz) is a lovely place to visit–the church has different periods of construction (having been destroyed at points during previous wars.) The Spire is original and is easily seen from about anywhere in town.  Annas Potthoffs 2777

Upon looking up (once inside) the painting on the ceiling will fascinate as it is not rendered in the traditional sense.

The wooden, standardized pews are a lovely way to sit, relax and enjoy the divine presense of our Lord Saviour.

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Hobbled by Cobbles, Freiberg, Germany


Once upon a time…a long, long time ago, I dreamt of excitment, not tripping over uneven cobble stones, which is how I literally stumbled across some amazing things on the streets of Freiburg–I think, therefore I am not sure, that these were once markers of cities, trades or something that were once welcome into the markets of Freiburg, and there they remain.

Thomas and I stopped and had a ice-cream Sundaes and my cobbled legs got a rest….

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City Trade markers

City Trade markers

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Strausbourg–German or French??


The city of Strasbourg has been both french and German over the centuries but officially, as of now, Strausbourg is….

French

A classmate (from Columbia), turned friend, invited me to go to Strasbourg on an adventure and off we went.  She traveled via one bus and I booked a fare for a bus 2 hours later with available seating–but we made sure we had the same return bus fare back into Karlsruhe, Germany.

Our adventures began by meeting at the Strasbourg-Muenster cathedral, easily located and seen from just about anywhere in the city–a great meeting point for us.

My friend had found online a free walking tour (with tips optional at the end, which is natural to do, of course!! Here is the link to find out more–it is legitimate as I did the tour.)

Our tour guide, speaking in English (the international language, of course) was a hoot but also very well informed–we saw and experienced a lot–and his favorite line was ‘Thank you, Germany’–why??

Well, as I said, Strasbourg over time has been swapped back and forth between being German and French, so naturally,  a heavy German influence can be seen in the different phases and history of the city, from the architecture to some of the cusine–and many (not all) of the signs or items bear German names or wording–and anytime the tour guide showed up something historical or cool that isn’t ‘native’ french, he would exclaim ‘Thank you, Germany’, which leads into something a little more ironic…..

Many years ago, while a student at High Point University (High Point, North Carolina), an assignment led me to write an essay about Gutenburg, his press, and the influences it had on the literary influence of the world…skipping ahead to this week, I have been reading the book ‘The Book of Secrets’ by Tom Harper, a historical novel following the process in which Gutenburg started ‘toying’ with moveable type and the various places Gutenburg lived…which just happened to be in Strausbaurg (at the time it was part of Germany)…and as I stood on Gutenburg plaza, with the book in hand, printed by machines–by a German inovator in a once German city, having history come to life through the written word–and it came full circle today for me—

As my friend and were winding down, we were ravenous (despite  snacking on stuffed crepes, goodies, fruit, etc)  and took the advice of our tour guide and ate Flammkuchen at La Beire Academia Cathedral….and headed back to the bus depot afterwards to catch our bus…which was running 80 minutes late, accordingly to the digital status on the bus website…so we went back to our churh (yes, we claimed the church as our very own) and found a a comfortable spot to drink some warm tea and coffeee–and by doing so for 45 minutes, our very late bus came early…and requiring me to make a ‘please, come get us’ call to my German boyfriend…who came galloping over the Rhein from Germany to France to our rescue and only the words of our tour guide suffice—Thank you, Germany.