chroniques du potager: Boring post for Saturday

(this is Mary's blog)

It's Saturday. And I don't work. :)
This week end we are going to the German Fest. I learned German at school. I was doing actually fine, but I wasn't really fluent. I could read a text and talk about it. This was less than 10 years ago. Now I don't understand German! Well I do, but only written. As I'm (temporarily) unemployed, I want to get back to German. TV is a great way to learn a language. :) My grand father watches german TV, for futball and cooking. I'm not big on sports, so I could do decoration TV and cooking :)
I went to Germany twice. Once in Erfurt, Thuringe, when I was 13 or so. I spoke mostly French and English. It was my first year of German and I could not go beyond saying my name...
Then I went for the Youth World Day or World Youth Day a couple years ago, the year Benedikt XVI became pope. I was NOT thrilled about him. But the trip was awesome!! We didn't go straight to Koln, we went to Bayern first. I was in a parish called Baden something, close to Munchen. the people were amazing, friendly and a little old fashioned (wearing traditional clothes on week ends, drinking lots of beer and eating wonderful foods). I had such a great time!! I loved every minute of it.
Koln not so much, the crowd was just crazy. We saw the cathedral, where the Magi are honored. But it was just too overcrowded.
I'd love to become fluent in German, and go back there. We dream of a road trip in Europe, visit family in France, then take the road to Belgium, North Italy and South Germany, then back to France for more family, wine and fun :)

Yesterday I went to the library. I got a temporary card. I got out a book called "modern saints, their lives and faces" Modern as in 19th-20th century. They forgot Pier Girogio Frassati. But I found a cool one: St Gabriel Possenti. He kicked out about 20 armed soldiers invading his city. With a shotgun. I could totally make a pious image with the monk, holding the shotgun. ;) For a good cause! ah :)
Oh well it wa sjust funny to imagine. The soldiers were sacking the city, almost all inhabitant had left out of fear, and the few left were abused by those soldiers. He came out of the church, grab a gun from a dead body and told the guys to leave. Out numbered 20 to 1. Who cares? A lizard passing by stopped for a second, he shot him from so far that the soldiers got scared and ran away.