Day 6 Uetze and Celle

A leisurely breakfast and then we loaded up the kids and made our way to Celle.

We strolled around the town. The castle was undergoing a renovation on the outside. Thomas said it wasn’t really a fancy castle compared to some throughout the country. . It looked pretty fancy to me!

This day was a perfect example of why I love Europe. We walked through this medieval town and looked at building that were built around the time Columbus discovered America. That is just mind boggling to me. Cobblestone streets that were built for horses and carriages. Town squares that still have market booths selling food. Want some cheese? There is a booth. Fresh meat, fish? A booth. And of course vegetables and lots of flowers.

Bells started ringing…PLAY THE VIDEO!

We heard what sounded like a marching band. It was a one man band, without the marching. Play the video!

Both Thomas and Rike had lived in Celle when they were younger. Hearing the stories made the town seem like a real town rather than a tourist attraction.

They were sympathetic to my craving for a steak, so we went to the Steak Indiana restaurant. The decor had feathers and murals of Native Americans in scenes that could have come from Colorado or New Mexico. A little bit of irony there. As we were discussing it Rike said jokingly ” they don’t decorate steakhouses like this in America?”

“No, they would have the head of a steer with big horns on it all over the walls! ” I said.

Big laugh.

Steve and I always make a point to sit facing doors and windows. It is engrained in me from my martial arts and self defense training. We both watch the people as they come in and scan outside as well. It gets interesting when we go somewhere with my sister Tracey and her fiancĂ© Scott, who are both police officers and do the same scan. Since they are armed and we aren’t, we are “gracious” about letting them have the choice seats, but I always feel very uncomfortable with my back to the door.

I know Thomas through a martial arts/self defense group and we had quite the discussion about this. We talked about gun control and gun ownership, threats of violence and the reality of it in America vs Germany. Bottom line, guns are much less of a threat than knives. In order to own a gun in Germany you must go through a process of background checks and extensive training. If you want to shoot competitively you must demonstrate that you are serious about it by going to a club and documenting your time shooting. And of course a lot of instruction and tests. Then you get a license. If you don’t shoot a sufficient amount of time during an annual period they will take your license away. Use it or lose it.

Hunting licenses are similar but allow you to own hunting rifles and up to two handguns. Again, extensive background checks, evaluations and training are required.

Sad to say I feel much safer in Germany than I do in current day America.

You should have seen the look of horror on Rike’s face as I told her our school kids are now going through active shooter drills at school. As I was holding Sweet Little Girl I described the recent Denver shooting from just a few weeks ago where Kendrick Castillo was killed charging the gunman in an effort to protect his friends. It’s heartbreaking that I couldn’t even remember how many killings of children we have had in the last few years.

They have had school shooting here, but they are not talking about arming the teachers. They are not telling the kids what to do and how to protect themselves if a gunman comes into a room.

I don’t know that I have ever been around a more sweet and placid baby as Sweet Little Girl. It has been glorious just holding and loving on her. Sweet Little Boy is so well behaved. He is frustrated because he wants to talk to us, but we have no German. I do know how to say “ya” and smile so we get by. And apparently “peek a boo” is universal.

A stop at the grocery grocery store for some cheese was interesting. The lady at the cheese counter did not speak English. I did a lot of pointing, we both did a lot of smiling.

You would think Gouda would be pronounced the same. Nope. Gorgonzola was close enough. I didn’t even try with the others as they were French and I couldn’t pronounce them.

A quite evening at home with homemade bread and cheese, sitting around the table. Thomas cooked a head of cauliflower and brought it to the table. We took sections and put it in our plate, added butter and dug in. I’ll have to try that at home.

Some sciences from the village.

Note how the lines are not straight


No photos today but I had two boiled eggs for breakfast, steak with herb butter and salad for lunch. Assortment of cheese for dinner with some of the cauliflower mentioned above. With butter. A feast day!

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