The first couple days we were there we hung out with, among others, Benny and Giovanni (two of Braden’s best friends in Heidelberg). Benny is German, hates fascists, likes weed, and is awesome. Giovanni (called Gio, pronounced Joe) is Italian (but often pretends he’s French), speaks four languages quite well (Italian, German, French and English), plays both basketball and the drums amazingly (apparently), loves Blink 182, and is hilarious. He spends most of his time going on the German version of Facebook and hitting on girls. He’s pretty successful in getting them. We all had a great time in Braden’s room one night having singalongs to Blink 182 and Bob Dylan songs played by another guy named Nick on the guitar. Gio says a lot of ridiculous things, but one of my favorite expressions of his is, “Hey: go take a look in the mirror,” which he seems to say for no reason whatsoever.
On Thursday morning, Ruby, Braden, Benny and I went to a magical place called Mandy’s. Mandy’s is a “typical American diner,” which I shouldn’t even put in quotes, because, it is. Aside from the fact that they overdo it a bit on the tin plate 50s advertising on the walls, it’s essentially your average Mel’s Diner. Evidently, there is an American army base in Heidelberg, and so there’s a lot of American stuff. Because there is absolutely nothing like this in Lyon, I went all out: bacon cheeseburger (it was enormous), fries, iced tea and a raspberry milkshake. I ate it all (not surprising, as those of you who know me well know that if I can do anything, I can eat), and it was all delicious. Here was the craziest part about Mandy’s, though: you could either pay in euros, OR AMERICAN DOLLARS. I’m telling you, I might as well have been in the US for a day, that’s how convincing this place was.
On Friday, Benny and Gio left town for home near Stuttgart and Berlin, respectively, so from Friday to Sunday, Ruby, Braden and I spent a lot of time on our own. We tooled around Heidelberg, did a tiny bit of shopping (they had an American Apparel, COME ON LYON, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER), and admired the very impressive street art. We also walked around the castle in Heidelberg at night, which was incredible. The castle, which I’m sure has a name but I simply do not know what it is, was beautiful, and the view from it was even more so.
As usual, these pictures don't do it justice. The first one is taken from inside the castle grounds, and the second is taken of the castle and some of the view from a different part of the castle.
All in all, it was a nice trip.
So, now, this Sunday night, I am in London: my favorite city in the world. I’ve only been here since Friday, but it’s been such an eventful weekend that it feels like much longer (which is great; usually the time goes by far too quickly). Also, I am here with my parents, whom I haven’t seen in four months! As I flew from Lyon to Stansted on Friday afternoon, and then took a 45-minute train ride from Stansted to Liverpool Street, and then took the Underground from Liverpool Street to Paddington Station… it never really hit me that I was about to see my parents. It was such a huge build up, it seemed like it was taking forever to get to them, and that was once I was already in London! But it never really hit me until I saw them, which is, I think, because this Winter Break really doesn’t feel like Winter Break at all. I’m not going home by any means, I’m not seeing anyone in my family besides my parents, there were no menorahs or dreidels and there are no Christmas tree, stockings, or presents (the older I get, the less I care about presents, and my parents meeting me in London was present enough). It’s just so completely different from every other Winter Break I’ve ever had, that it’s all a bit surreal.
But I digress. So after meeting up with my parents, I assumed we’d be going back to our flat to chat and relax-maybe play a board game or two (boy oh boy do the Barankins play board games). I was very wrong. We stopped by the flat for about 5 minutes to drop off my luggage and then we were off to Goldie’s house for Shabbat dinner.
Goldie is a good friend of my Mom’s from way back when. She is an amazing woman. She’s basically about half my height (definitely at least a foot shorter), has a voice/accent that should narrate for books on tape, and you’d want to hug her just looking at her, even if you’d never met her before. My parents and I stayed at Goldie’s the last two times we were in London. She lives with her husband, Alan, in a beautiful house in Golders Green (a largely Jewish community in North London). She is truly one of my favorite people, and I wish I could see her more often. Anyway, Goldie and Alan are Orthodox Jews and Shabbat is a much more extravagant evening in their house than it’s ever been in ours. After schmoozing for a bit, we did the prayers for Shabbat, the wine, and the bread (we ate the best challah I have ever had in my life, seriously. I don’t know why, but it was ridiculously good) and dinner was underway. Another thing to add to the list of amazing things about Goldie is that she is an incredible cook. But not only is the food delectable, it’s always presented very artistically and beautifully. I don’t even want to try to do the meal justice by describing everything we ate, so I won’t, but there were basically 4 to 5 courses and it was all amazing, and pretty, and it may be the fullest I’ve ever been. Okay, I don’t know if that’s true, but I couldn’t finish my food (I took it home, because it was too good to not eat), and I truly felt like I was going to explode. The only downside to the entire evening was that I was literally falling asleep at the table by the end of the main course. I don’t really know why, because I wasn’t jetlagged, and I’d gotten plenty of sleep the night before, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I think there’s just something about traveling in general, no matter where or how far you go, that makes you tired. I actually had to leave the table and go to the couch (I told my dad to wake me up when it was time for desert). By the time we’d finished eating everything it was nearly midnight (at which point all the lights in the house turn off automatically, for Shabbat).
That was Friday, and much happened on both Saturday and today, but I think I’ll have to save it for another post. Which will most likely be up tomorrow. (I am really taking advantage of this internet thing… still none at the apartment in Lyon).
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fuck no internet.
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