Me and Isabelle are on our own for a few months and I can't just sit at home doing nothing, even though I'm not just sitting at home and I am not doing nothing and I am crazy-want-to-pull-my-hair-out busy and really didn't have time for a day trip. But that's the thing with my OCD, if I'm not doing a million things at once, I'm bored. If I'm only doing a hundred thousand things at once, it's not enough, I will panic and add more to an already crazy day. Plus, time with my daughter is precious, and it's important to me to show her as much of the world as I can! So even though we didn't have our most favorite guy with us, we set out to have fun at a wine festival without the messy or obnoxious!
Okay, so it turns out that wine festivals aren't that much fun if you're sober. And the rides would have been a blast... if you were 4 years old. We rode the Ferris Wheel twice and Isabelle played a couple of games, but that was pretty much it. We explored Neustadt (a super cute little village) and Isabelle used the time we were exploring to go over her Christmas list with me and made sure I understood and heard every item she listed. And then told me her entire list another three times just to be very sure I had heard her. Graphic tee's and skinny jeans.... got it, kiddo!
We had great girl talk and then decided to watch the parade...
They handed out cheese, too! I noticed an awful lot of lederhosen and drindles for a wine festival that wasn't in Bavaria, but hey, I'm not going to pretend like I know all of Germany's customs, I just know that if an American wears lederhosen outside of Bavaria we get called "idiots."
Isabelle and I were not wearing our dirndle's to save us from being called "idiots" but that didn't save us from all of the other rudeness we encountered, and sadly, are getting accustomed to. Isabelle had a difficult time at the parade because no one wanted her to be able to catch any of the candy, one lady even took a small bag of chips she had caught right out of her hands! I love Germany, but we have encountered some of the rudest people here, and it hurts my daughter's sensitive heart very much. I told that lady not to touch her again, but it was in English and I'm not sure she understood what I said, I just hope my tone and dirty look gave her a clear message.
Neustadt is a pretty village with pretty buildings, but unfortunately the people aren't. I'm thinking you need to be drunk to have fun there, and for it to be easier to ignore the rudeness when it's not deserved. I get that Americans are seen as obnoxious and loud, but that's not all of us, and it certainly isn't how I, or my 11 year old daughter, act. We didn't appreciate how we were treated and were ready to leave.
You know, not all of our experiences here are going to be amazing, and that's what I told Isabelle. Even the not so amazing experiences will be stories she can tell when we get back to the States. And we know that not all Germans are hurtful and rude. Eric and I are raising her to be tolerant and accepting of everyone, and this was a giant real-life lesson in being tolerant. But neither one of us plan to go back to Neustadt... ever again!