Foul Play

Pew!!  It was YOU!!

I think it was a Sunday evening when the kids were outside playing to run off some energy just before bed.  Luckily we had just eaten.  You’ll know why I say luckily in a moment.  Maciek and I were enjoying some rare adult-conversation-without-constant-interruption time, when an unpleasant smell wafted into our presence.  My first reaction was to throw Maciek a disgusted look when it very quickly became apparent that this smell did not come from a human being, or just one at least, even though we are talking about my husband!  It descended on us in a matter of seconds, this choke worthy stench that had us coughing and gagging and covering our noses and mouths with our jumpers, and after running into the bathroom to check the plumbing, we realized it was coming from outside.  So my second reaction was to run out and get the kids in.  They’d gone around the back, which meant I had to hold my breath, as it was impossible to breathe without feeling suffocated, but unfortunately I had to take a breath in to call to them.  God only knows how they were playing tag, laughing and shouting, oblivious to the magnificent smell of tonnes of cow poo hanging in the air.  Even after closing all the doors and windows it still stunk inside the house.  I text my friend who lives a couple of houses down “What’s that terrible stench?!!  We can’t breathe!!”.  “Nothing to do with us,” she replied, “It’s the farmers spraying their fields before the rain tomorrow!”.  This I had heard of, so it all gets soaked into the ground good and proper!  And I’ve also been told about the smell.  And of course we’ve had the pleasure of screwing our noses up and saying “Phew” to each other every now and then, but nothing in the world could have prepared us for this.  It was as if a whole herd of cows had saved up all their poo for a week, meandered into our living room and let it all go!  It stunk in the house for hours.  Gratefully by bed time, it had disappeared.  Or perhaps we just got used to it!

On a totally different note, I came to realize that none of the cleaning products, including bleach, or medicines, come with child proof caps.  I discovered this when I left a bottle of fabric softener on the floor whilst putting away the shopping, and then caught Noah just before he took a sip!

And I’ve not experienced it, but apparently when the doctor prescribes paracetamol for your child it comes to you in the form of a suppository.  And heaven help you if you need your temperature checked, they use the same line of enquiry.  Now that’s foul!

The Dalai Lama and Dora the Explorer

I Bin a Princess

I left a question dangling at the end of the last post.  And now I have the answer:



What the....?



Yes. Unless you have loads of money.  Because then when your children need snow gear and warm clothes you can just go and buy it.  And you wouldn’t have to ride to work getting soaked to the bone because you probably wouldn’t need to go to work, or else you’d buy a second car!  And you wouldn’t care about paying over the average for a comfortable apartment that actually had a freezer in the kitchen and not next door in the shed!

Anyway, before we left Australia a good friend of mine sent us a card, which I’m carrying with me, that said:  “Life is like a box of chocolates….”  No it didn’t.  It said:  Life’s journey is not to arrive safely at the grave in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘holy crap, what a ride!’

And while we’re sharing inspirational quotes, another friend recently emailed this to me:  When the Dalai Lama was asked what surprised him most about humanity, he replied “Man sacrifices his health in order to make money, then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.  Then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present.  The result being he does not live in the present or the future, he lives as if he is never going to die, and then he dies never having really lived.”

Tap 3 times Dorothy!

I got Dora on!!

And on a lighter note.  I recently saw a picture of my gorgeous nephew wearing high heeled shoes with Aunty Jo asking ‘Should I be worried?’ Well here are some of our own ‘Should we be worried?’ pics!  In his defence, he doesn’t have many toys, and the ones available to him seem to all be pink and frilly!! 

It should be noted that we don't dress him up in these outfits for a laugh, he actually picks them out and dresses himself with Amelia's help.  He then proundly strutts out of the bedroom with a big smile on his face!  He insisted on wearing this Dora vest, over the top of his clothes, out in public, for about 5 days in a row.  Before i managed to sneak it away and finally put it in the wash!

Reality Bites

Our house for now

Every morning I wake up with a sick feeling.  So does Maciek, but he talks himself out of it better than I do.  The butterflies are always there (not talking about the abundance of pretty ones fluttering about that have Milly convinced they are fairies because they are so colourful!  Or the kind that would have my friend in a fit of hysterics – you know who you are!!). 

It’s still a mad rush to get to school, never enough time for a cup of tea or proper breakfast for me.  We have to be out by 7.45 latest, it takes us five minutes to walk to and get into the car, and that’s without the snow and frost.  Even worse is the layers of clothing needed, and worse still when I have Noah all dressed boots and all, and then he decides to do a poo. (It’s okay, he says, I’ve got Winnie on (Winnie the Pooh patterned nappies)).

Around the village

The quality of meat here is not great, weird considering the number of cows, you can’t get a decent steak.  I still haven’t plucked up the courage to order from the deli counter as even though I can rehearse my question, the babble that comes back to me from the butcher leaves me completely stumped, and with a queue of people waiting to order, I’m just too embarrassed.  I know this is silly, but I’m using my avoidance strategy to cope with this one!

The house still needs cleaning, but all I’ve got is an ancient vacuum cleaner that doesn’t pick up and a broom from the shed that looks like it’s been lived in by a number of different residents over the years.  I’m without my Eco spray n wipe, good bathroom cleaners, and steam mop.  Trying to cook good meals with a very-stick frying pan, and without the most basic kitchen utensils is a challenge, and I want to make Babcia’s soup for the kids but where do we get good chicken pieces from?  It takes two hours to do food shopping as we do it at two different supermarkets for the best prices and selection.  And you’re doomed if you forget your 50cents for the trolley or your shopping bags!

When Milly was sick last week with a 40 degree temperature and a cough like her lungs were collapsing I had no idea where the doctor was.  Thankfully my friend’s Austrian father-in-law agreed to see her and she met me in town to take me to his practice.  Being a friend of his DIL he wasn’t concerned with insurance or payment from me (as we hadn’t received Maciek’s insurance from his employer yet) and I was very grateful for that.  She was fine after a couple of days, but it’s always a worry, also not knowing if the doctors will be able to speak English.

We attended our first 5^th birthday party yesterday, a friend’s little boy.  I managed to find him a present but do you think I could find him a card?  It seems they don’t do cards here, so don’t expect any Christmas ones!  I will have to work out how to send e-cards.  My friend says she buys hers from England and sends them back from here!   Milly enjoyed the party until she suddenly threw up, and threw up again on the way home in the car, which went everywhere, and with the lack of cleaning stuff we might be in for an unpleasant scent accompanying our drive to school!  Plus the dryer decided not to work.  So I washed all her clothes, and they’ll probably take days to dry.

The weather turned on Friday.  After a glorious few weeks of mid 20’s, the temperature dropped to 9, and it was pelting with rain all night and most of the day.  Maciek has been riding to work, and without rainproof pants he arrived at work with a soaking wet bum, and had to work like that for hours, thankfully finishing at midday! 

Batty the Snowman

Yesterday there was snow on the mountains.  This morning I woke with the kids at 6.30am to an eerie silence, strange after the pelting of yesterday.  I had an inkling, so we checked through the curtains and were blinded by the white!  Beautiful, until I realized that Amelia still doesn’t have a snow jacket, the kids have no thermals or proper hats, her warmest jacket is still wet after being thrown up on in the car, I have no warm jacket or jumpers whatsoever, or a hat.  And our winter tyres are at Aunty Sue’s house in Germany.

I’ve heard that to feel secure and content we need an equal balance of certainty and uncertainty in our lives.  For us at the moment the only things that are certain are that we have a roof over our heads until 22^nd December, and the kids have school to go to every day at 8am.  Everything else is completely up in the air.  I also know that things could be much worse.  I’m grateful that we do have a comfortable place to stay even if it’s temporary, food on the table, some new friends, and most importantly our health (most of the time!).  But it still doesn’t stop the worry about the future.

The Rockclimber

Sometimes I wish we were happy to just look at our dreams up there in our imaginations from a secure and comfortable place, without feeling the desire to actually reach them.  Things would be much easier, if our dreams remained dreams.  And now that we’re trying to reach ours, I’m wondering if it’s true that if you’re lucky enough for your dreams to become reality, that that’s all they turn out to be?

 

Ellmi’s and the Magical Wood

The train up

 On the weekend we joined some friends at the top of a mountain in Ellmau, about 10 minutes drive away.  We caught the mountain train just in time after battling with traffic and tourist coaches and closed roads all due to a concert by the much daggier, Eurovision-ised Austrian version of Tom Jones!  Apparently all the women over 50 go mad for him but even more disturbingly was that they seemed to have been joined by their husbands, all sporting the badge to let everyone know ‘I’ve been to the Helmut Hinterseer concert’ or whatever his name is!  He’s got blonde flowing hair and snow white teeth, a bit like a skinny Warwick Capper in pink fluffy boots!

The Giants' Chairs

Anyway, at the top of the mountain, 1500m up is a fantastic adventure land for kids, playgrounds and trampolines, all sorts of streams and paddling pools.  Part of the walking trail is called the magical wood.  A little way into it is a tunnel of overhanging branches that drizzle water over you as you walk through, like a rainforest, and creepy witches voices start cackling and talking from the trees.  Amelia wasn’t so keen on that bit!  There’s an owl carved out of wood who talks when you tap him with a stick, a big boat to climb aboard and pretend to be a pirate, fortresses hidden in the trees, an area covered in wooden mushrooms and toadstools the kids can play on, so many things that we didn’t even get around half of it.  The kids can also collect stamps from different areas on a map as they go around. 

But don’t worry, it’s not all for the kids.  There’s also a lovely restaurant and bar, and we ended the afternoon with a beer and an ice-cream with spectacular views.

The Lovely Land of Austria





Going to school



To paint a picture of the environment we are living in I’ll start this post off with the comment Maciek made when he returned from a ride on his new mountain bike.  “That was awesome, I could’ve slapped a cow on the arse!”



Yodel Man



I took the kids for a walk yesterday afternoon to the village and back.  There are lovely streams running through it, and a river, all crystal clear.  So many walking trails, mountains of cows (pardon the pun!).  Acres of fields.  Nobody has a fence around their house, and if they do it’s just a little picket one because it looks pretty! It’s weird wandering around a ‘suburb’ where all the houses are open, you could just wander through someone’s back yard.  It’s hard to tell which land is private and which bit you can run around on!  We’re less than a 5 minute drive from the school which is in town.  No traffic lights, no traffic jams.  September has been a beautiful month weather wise, pretty cold in the morning, mostly foggy or misty, but by lunch time we’re in shorts and t-shirts as it’s close to 30 degrees. Except for the day it snowed! Hard to know what to dress the kids in for school, as they often go out for walks (no parental permission required?!) (I refer back to the “Health and Safety: Was ist Das?” post!)  Too bad if there’s an emergency and I need to collect them from school unexpectedly only to find them not there, but up the mountain with the class learning about which mushrooms are delicious and which ones are deadly!

Maciek has been working now for a week and a half.  His boss speaks good English, and they guy he was working with for the first few days has a brother living in Oz and has travelled around it himself for 6 months, his English is good and he even knows some Aussie slang!  They do things quite differently though, and use different tools.  He leaves the house at 6.45am and doesn’t get home until 5pm, so it’s a long day after not working for over 3 months, so needless to say he’s pretty knackered!  And we miss him every afternoon, especially me, I count down the hours!



The Austrians speak with a dialect very different to high German.  And every town has a different one.  Someone told us that their son can’t understand the kids from a village 15 minutes drive away when they meet for sports games.  I am only starting to be able to hear the difference, slightly.  Two weeks ago I went to a parents evening at the school, thankfully the office manager sat next to me to translate.  The teacher taking the meeting began speaking, and then asked if I understood any German at all.  I said I could understand only bits and pieces, so then she asked me if I minded if she spoke in dialect rather than German.  I said, “Go ahead, it makes absolutely no difference to me whatsoever!”  But most people speak at least a little English, and all learn high German in school, so we can fumble through.



Sneaky Poppy Moss



The longest table

It was the annual Knodelfest on the weekend where everyone dresses in traditional Austrian dress and Lederhosen, drinks loads of beer and eat all sorts of sweet and savoury dumplings.  There are live bands playing traditional yodelly type music and the longest table you’ve ever seen set up through the town.  All the shops are still open, not really sure why as I can’t see how anyone would be interested in shopping with all that knee slapping going on, and it looked impossible to even get into the shops anyway, with the crowds blocking the entrances.  For an entrance fee of E3.00 you get a Knodelfest Badge, which I thought was quite a nice souvineer until I noticed it was from 2008!  Much like a mini Oktoberfest, fun to look at and take photos of funny old men (see pic), but not really something we could experience properly with the little ones.  We did spot a pic of Poppy Moss in the local paper the next day though, and he told us he wasn’t interested in coming to Europe!  Fibber!  Love the hat Albe!