Time is such a weird phenomenon. Halfway into our four weeks in Lisbon, Micah and I were already sad our time was coming to an end. Lisbon was all we had hoped for in a city for the kids and ourselves. The older I get, the more I think 30 or 40 years is nothing, so two weeks begins to feel like it has already passed because before you know it, it is gone.
As Micah already wrote about, we left Lisbon for Munich via Paris. I had a lot of mixed feelings about Germany. For a long time I had no interest in visiting because, as a Jew, I thought I would struggle with letting the history be part of the fabric but not the whole story.
The first day was a day full of questions going on in my head. Was that a building where Jews lived and were forced out? Did they walk this square or own shops near the Glockenspiel? Did they ever come back after the war and feel comfortable?
The worst seemed to be when we went to a biergarten to watch the World Cup and the sportscaster was yelling in German. I realized in most of America, the only German we hear spoken has been yelled in a WWII documentary or movie. The irony is, Jamie is in a German Immersion program at his elementary school. We love it and he loves it, as any language learned is a bonus, but we also have Jewish friends who felt uncomfortable sending their kids through the program and I totally sympathize with that.
That being said, I had the most amazing time in Munich – once I accepted why I felt conflicted and allowed it the space it deserved while recognizing that the present Germany has a lot to offer. We had four full days in the city and we really didn’t waste a minute, because if there was a minute to spare we were drinking in a biergarten of course!
The first day we met up at the Viktualienmarkt with new friends from the World Schoolers group who had two boys Jamie and Emmett’s age. The open market in Munich is a mix of a typical produce market and a biergarten. It ended up being a daily ritual to go pick out fruit and get a beer. We then moved on to a playground and eventually to the Augustiner Keller Biergarten.
This place is the absolute best – not only because it was playing the World Cup but it also had an awesome playground for the kids. Micah is obsessed with why we don’t have biergartens in America*. It quickly became part of our daily routine, to meet up with our new friends and go there.
*Hey, quick Micah editorial here: Seriously, how are biergartens not widely available in the States? It SUCKS being a parent and not having easy places to go to drink socially with friends without having to get a babysitter. A few small places have started to pop up in Atlanta, but nothing on the scale of a place like Augustiner Keller. The kids played at their playground for hours, and we were completely free to drink and engage in adult conversation. It was heaven, and seems like it’d be a financial windfall. I demand answers!
The next morning I went solo to visit Dachau, the first concentration camp established by the Nazis, about 20 minutes outside of Munich. I won’t bore you with the details – if you’ve read enough about WWII the camp is exactly what you can conjure in your mind.
I found being there to be more of a philosophical reckoning. For most of my friends, our grandparents were of this generation. My grandmother fled Poland around WWI and Micah’s grandfathers both served the US in WWII. It’s only 70+ years ago that evil spread and became so commonplace across Europe, with a mixture of fear and propaganda keeping the general population in line.
We say “never again,” but genocide still happens. Dictators still rule. People are still fleeing for a better life. Populaces still vote based on fear or the hope for a better financial future, which often leads to enigmatic leadership.
With that said, a large majority of people are good people. If we will take anything away from this trip, it is how amazing strangers have been to us and our kids. We have met the nicest old people, who have given our kids large chocolate bars for no reason. We have made friends with strangers on trains, families at parks and coffee shop owners. It can be hard to reconcile the seemingly cyclical nature of evil in history with the innate good nature of people. Visiting Dachau was hard, but it felt important to see, reflect and pay respect to all the lives lost.
Outside of that, the last two days in Germany played out much like our first – market, park, biergarten. We couldn’t have been happier. Micah will tell you that ironically, given our history, Germany is the one country that seems to have its stuff together, while the US seems to be in a bit of a free fall. If we were to move abroad, it’d be near the top of his list.
As we left, I realized that paying homage to what was and being grateful for what is makes life not only easier but more enjoyable. It’s something I will try to take with me as we continue our travels and, eventually, come home.