Four hours later we arrived in Munich, and loaded a taxi. Our new home was waiting, and, now, the glass cathedral has a new place to glow and spin.
But this is my first Winter in Europe, and soon to be my first Christmas in France, growing to a list of “firsts” for all of us.
My colleagues at WDR3 asked me to compare the cities of Cologne and Phoenix in terms of classical appreciation. It is not an easy task, but this report attempts to make the comparison fair and accurately. In short, Europeans are much more willing to pay for cultural activities through taxes, whereas American organizations hope the locals will pick up the tab.
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When the clock hits 11:11 on the 11 of November, Cologne becomes a party city, and costumed party-goers lose nearly all inhibitions until they drop. I ventured into the crowds and produced a short report with observations and musings from the belly of the beast. One thing was clear…there was much I had never seen nor experienced before. The report was spontaneous and impromptu, though still hopefully understandable.
**Translation provided by Katie Ganzer.Continue reading “An American at Karneval”
But this tangible inebriation came not without a price, and the Altmarkt (Old market) stood as a beer-soaked ruin.
But our troupe doesn’t fit into those categories. We are European veterans, having taken our time to see the on- and off-the-beaten-trail sites. And with a baby, and no car, the list of “Crazy things we have done in life” has just gotten longer.