Momma Mia! Hey chap! Munich has a wide rage of cultures living in the city of about 1.3 million. Very interesting. 97% was destroyed by bombs but has been rebuilt to look of old. It looks like an old city with the gateways and old buildings. Lots of culture and tradition they tell us. They are of the Bavarian background (i.e. thinking they are richer and more important than other parts of Germany we have been told). Larry and I went on a tour of the city by bike. Bridget was our tour guide (i.e. from South Africa and also lived in the U.S for a couple years). We had lunch at a beer garden and I had a pretzel and a Rhathler (i.e. half beer and half lemonade). As we were sitting by the table eating, we found out that a Korean family’s father was a Presbyterian pastor in Korea and Larry and I are Christians and our tour guide was also (i.e. don’t know about the college girl Kim from Jersey. ANYWAY here we are drinking beer in Germany with different ideas and customs (i.e. Germans like their beer, traditions and habits all right) but we all believe in Jesus as our Lord and Savior. Huh, interesting. Bridget said that in Germany many are Lutheran and many are Catholic. More churches are becoming community churches (i.e. they seem to accept everyone and the Holy Spirit seems to be more active in these compared to the older main line traditional with stiff traditions and habits). The new world church (i.e. a little bit of this and a little bit of that—what every feels good) seems to present too but they don’t seem to make as serious commitment it seems. Bridget said a lot—life is choices (i.e. sorta kinda what I say a lot—decisions have consequences. That is what she said folks. She also said that Americans don’t know world history very well but Americans are very friendly compared to Germans. We had dinner of wierne schnitzel at an outside restaurant down town Munich. Then had some ice cream at McDonalds (i.e. ate on the third floor as it started to rain (i.e. yes the third level). Now that was different. Such is life.
Momma Mia! Have you ever talked to a Muslim? I had never so there was a family in the lobby (i.e. the guy had on a very nice Reebok jugging outfit on and his wife had on her black garb from head to toe and had on a burke covering her face plus real expensive sun glasses on her head and a very expensive watch—they had three children under the age of 10 maybe). I said to the man that I’m not real familiar with the customs of your culture—may I speak to your wife—sure you can—can I look her in her eyes—sure you can—you and your wife come over and talk with us—we did—he was a businessman and she was a family physician for both men and women. I asked them where they were from—Kquat—they asked where we were from—U.S.—We like Americans as they made our life much better with the Gulf War. I told them that our son-in-law James fought in that war. He said I should say thank you to him. We talked some and then we had to leave. I wanted to shake their hands—no way—that was something I could not do.
I have been working on keeping my mouth shut and I think I’m getting better at it (i.e. now that all depends on who you talk to). Momma Mia that’s hard at times. When you travel with 5 other family members, we all can’t be chiefs so I try to be an Indian. We have enough chiefs that are very good (i.e. we don’t need another). It reminds me of my favorite chief and Indian story with our family traveling. Our kids were sorta kinda young and I was asking Arlene if I should take this exit—I got a little excited and said—Tell me where to go! She said—I like to tell you where to go! We all laughed!
Mamma Mia that’s a good Danish! We were waiting in line to see St. Marks Church in Venice. It’s a very elaborate church and built at a huge cost—soooooo what does that say?! I bet it says different things to different folks. What to you think? The family just behind us were from Denmark (i.e. maybe in their 40s with two teen age children). They were very nice folks. So does the Danish really come from Denmark? Ya but we call in a Vienas! They just can’t understand why America doesn’t just go to socialized medicine like Obama wants (i.e. cut the insurance companies out—middle man out). They pay 50% tax but do pay for dentist. Denmark, according to them, is social liberal. I asked if they believe in God—I think so; Danish folks need to have everything proven; they believe in some of the Bible but not all—what does that mean—we believe there is a God sorta—do you believe in Jesus—ya as a person but not as the Son of God (i.e. not in the virgin birth)—do you go to church—ya sorta; we go at birth, to be blessed as a teenager, when we get married and at death and of course Christmas—why Christmas if you don’t believe in Jesus as your Savior—It just what we do. Do all Danes think like you—ya pretty much? They were the nicest folks Arlene said as we were sitting in St. Mark mediating—yabut Arlene, according to our believe as Christians, they will not go to heaven as the Christian faith believes that you must accept Jesus Christ as you Lord and Savior to be saved and they don’t. Most of Europe is not very Christian. Huh, interesting.
What a hoot! Momma Mia! Our hotel arranged for us to take a water taxi to Signoretti Murano Venetian Glass Co. They showed us how they made all the glass products (i.e. a very quality upper end glass trinkets for over 1,000 years). ANYWAY our tour guide and salesman was Daniele. He told us that Venezia has a current population of about 60,000 but during a typical day there will be 500,000 folks there (i.e. some employees and of course tourists). There use to be a population of 300,000 but many of the homes have been converted to business such as hotels and shops and restaurants. Now it’s too expensive for most folks to live there (i.e. it’s all about money folks). We told them that we were siblings and he said his brother and him are like black and white when thinking about stuff; I love him but don’t get along with him and could never travel with him. He said—You can change your wife but not your relatives! I said I have a hard time changing my wife, give me some help—Your English not good; you need to listen better—He kicked his foot; I kick her in butt (i.e. meaning I kicked her out)—change wife, get new one! He has traveled extensively and has found out from his travel and selling fine glass to rich folks that most rich folks are not happy but poorer folks are happier. The rich folks’ biggest nightmare is that they might become poor he said! They might spend big bucks buying the finest and most expensive glass piece but are not still happy. Money does not make people happy—it has to be from inside (i.e. yabut no one wants to be poor and everyone wants to be rich—what goes). We had the nicest conversation—in fact I asked him what he said to some of his help—he said—nice folks but don’t buy anything—we both laughed! Momma Mia!
Italians seem to have their lips constantly moving but I really don’t know if they are saying much. They seem to talk a lot but it seems like no one is listening, they are all talking at the same time. Have you ever just tuned some folks out? I mean don’t pay much attention to them ‘cause what they say amounts to nutten? When I talk to myself internally, it seems to work (i.e. others really care what I think, am saying or what my opinion). Momma Mia!
We went to Luzern where I think of Swiss watches, knives, chocalate, banks and the Alps. The folks were really nice to Laryy & Doris and Jack & Myrt (i.e. a lot nicer than me). I asked a Swiss guy what the deal was. He said—they have a lot of money in our banks and you don’t. Oh ya, now it makes sense! I didn’t get to the peak above Luzern as I wanted to (i.e. it rained). Such is life.
Have a FUN day my friends unless you have other plans. (-:
erv
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TheProfessor’sPithySaying—My neighbor is my brother/sister in Christ.
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Thanks for the updates....loved the 'Chiefs and the Indians' story.....You just made me rich :-)
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