Yesterday was the 4th of July. How did I celebrate American independence? I started by waking up on a gym mat, tangled in a sheet, attempting to hide from the early-rising kids across the hall. It was the International School Hannover Region summer camp, which is a week of crafts and swimming and sports that all builds up to the big Thursday night sleepover at school. While the kids either slept in the gym or in tents outside, I curled up in a ball in the drama room, which has the advantage of thick, dark curtains. By noon the kids - one without shoes, a few still in pajamas, several nursing sunburns - finally grabbed their art projects, rolled up their sleeping bags and went home. I went home to a shower and a nap and my lovely husband. And to celebrate the 4th of July in the evening, we watched German soccer, of course.
One of the silliest questions I've ever gotten about living here is whether Germans celebrate the 4th of July. The Germans were celebrating last night but it had nothing to do with 1776. It had to do with 1-0 win over France in the World Cup quarterfinals. Our neighbors were having a barbecue and watching the game in the garden below us. Straight Norbert (there are 2 Norberts who live next door to each other on the 2nd floor. Brian and I tell them apart because one is gay Norbert and one is straight Norbert) invited us to join them. Even though they've been setting up for 3 days, straight Norbert saw us in the doorway and invited us 2 hours before the event. We already had plans.
Later that night there were even fireworks, which looked great from our top floor balcony. But they were for the first night of Hannover's Schützenfest carnival, not for the 4th of July. Gay Norbert told us he'd be heading there after watching the game at home.
With a barbecue and fireworks and parties, were Germans celebrating Independence Day without even knowing it?
I did enjoy this article that Brian found in the Guardian about how expats around the world celebrate the 4th, or what they think about it. One quote that stood out from the article is this: "Before leaving the US, I was certainly convinced that every country
had an Independence Day that they, too, celebrated with such ferocity. But it wasn't until I left that I realised this isn't the norm everywhere else."
I think I feel the same way every October 3rd, when Germans celebrate the unification of their country by sleeping in and watching TV. There's no parade, no fanfare, no firecracker injuries.
I've spent my last 3 years of July 4ths working the summer camp, so I haven't done much celebrating. Even if I didn't do much for the 4th, at least I got up early, served about 300 pancakes and then watched TV. I even hung out with two other Americans and wore a red shirt. Maybe that means I was celebrating too, German style, without even knowing it.
In August 2011, Brian and I made our move from Saint Paul, Minnesota USA to Hannover, Germany. This blog is a way to share the minor daily adventures, adjustments, and observations that come from moving to a new country.
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- Thanks for coming to my blog. It started as a way to keep in touch with family and friends, and now has become an ongoing project. I'm an American living in Germany and trying to travel whenever I can. I write about my experiences as an expatriate (the interesting ones and the embarrassing ones), and about my travels. There are some recurring characters in this blog, particularly my husband Brian and several of our friends. The title comes from the idea that living in a foreign country means making a lot of mistakes. So the things you used to do easily you now have to try over and over again. Hopefully, like me, you can laugh at how idiotic it feels. If you have happened upon my blog, then welcome. Knowing that people are reading what I write makes me keep going. Feel free to write comments or suggestions for future posts.
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