Trip to Schloss Lichtenstein!

We had to be sure to fit in at least one trip to a “fairy tale” castle  (schloss) before Drayton returned Stateside… So we decided to take a short day-trip to Schloss Lichtenstein (whose self-descriptive name translates to “white-colored stone”) about an hour from Stuttgart…

Although the weather didn’t necessarily agree with us, the views were still amazing! Within minutes of getting there we running up the mountain, not solely out of excitement, but to escape the massive downpour… (I’m telling you what, I think touring castles could be some incredible exercise given they’re all atop giant mountains!) We managed to hide beneath the castle gates where we were nearly flooded out completely … Within a few minutes the weather lightened enough for us to risk it again… We toured the grounds and views before taking a tour of the castle. 

The castle itself was absolutely impressive; seated directly on an island of rocks… From inside the castle you could see, literally, directly down to the Echaz Valley and village below. The castle itself  dates back to the 1300’s and the history inside was just as impressive as the beautiful views and buildings outside the castle walls.

All in all it was a perfect little day-trip! So strange to think such amazing sites and history now lie practically in our backyard!

With Love from Germany… Mary

Tap That Keg!!!

As his first public appearance after taking Command, my Dad presided over a Dorf Fest (Town Festival) in a little village just outside Stuttgart… When we were picked up, I don’t think any of us were too excited given the rain… But the day turned out to be beautiful in the end and now we know something we didn’t know before… Germans know how to throw a party!

The town was, as always, very quaint and the people so gracious… The Mayor seemed very excited that we and the Garrison Command team were there (I’m still getting used to that whole, having an entourage and making an entrance thing that seems to follow my family around now)… Mostly Drayton, Carolyn, and I just tried to avoid the spotlight and hide in the back with the Command Sergeant-Major’s two kids… Although the town ddid end up embarassing Carolyn by singing her Happy Birthday! The big performance came, however, when Dad gave the command to fire  the honorary black-muskets and tapped the first keg of the festival!

The pressure was definitely on with the keg-tapping! (Germans can talk some smack when it comes to having an American hold the hammer)… I  swear the handle of the mallet was going to come straight off, but  he managed to get it in only two blows (I’m told anymore than three would be quite an embarrassment, but two was commendable for an American… Haha!)

Overall it was a great time… We drank and, as always, ate way too much… There was even a great little American band that played oldies and managed to get my Dad out of his seat and dancing with us (after a number of beers of course! Haha)… I was pleasantly surprised to find that Europeans dance much better than Americans when a local guy, Brendan, grabbed me for a Hustle and Cha-Cha to “Sweet Home Alabama”… Carolyn found a little crepe stand for her new favorite dessert, nutella-crepes… Drayton and Carolyn even made some friends! (imagine our shock  when we looked over an saw our quiet Drayton chatting it up and drinking a beer with a bunch of German teens! Haha)…

I’m definitely looking forward to a lot more German festivals while we’re here. They’re relatively common, whether it’s a town fest, beer fest, or fish fest, the local towns and villages seem to be all about a chance to get-together and have a good time!… I think we’ve already got a local volksmarch on the calendar for this next week… Should be lots more fun, food, and beer! Haha

With Love from Germany… Mary Beth

Happy Birthday to Carolyn!

Although Carolyn had already celebrated her birthday with her friends while she was in Ohio… She still managed to get exactly what Carolyn ALWAYS wants… Sweets! 

Our host family is the Garrison Chaplain’s family , the Dollingers… They’ve done a great job making us feel welcomed and helping us learn the ins and outs of travel around Stuttgart and Germany… But they  definitely won kudo points with Carolyn when Mrs. Dollinger took us to a local ice-cream parlor for her birthday… 

It seems ridiculous to blog about sweets, especially since a picture is worth a thousand words… But these were no ordinary Sundays… Mine was even made to look like Spaghetti! Haha

Needless to say Carolyn, now 15, was thrilled (at least until it was gone)… :-)

With Love from Germany… Mary Beth

Impromptu Trip to France Anyone??!

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We were all thrilled when Robert out of the blue declared he was taking us to France! And come to find out… Stuttgart is only an hour from the French-German border! Just think… In less than the time it used to take me to drive from Richmond to Lexington I can now be in an entirely different country! I could get used to this European travel thing… Haha

So we set off for a day-trip exploration of the Alsace-Lorraine region (eastern border of France)… We started with Strassburg, which was absolutely breath-taking… We couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful clear crisp day to walk around the city… Most of Strassburg was easy to manage on foot… We stopped for lunch at a little creperia in the city centre by the Cathedral de Notre Dame (not to be confused for the one in Paris). The Cathedral itself was one of the  oldest in France and the detail of architecture was enough to keep me busy investigating all day. Drayton and my favorite part was actually probably the astrological clock inside. Describing it as massive would be an understatement…

We wandered the streets of Strassburg for several hours sampling the delights of this incredibly quaint historical city… It had an  interesting feel given the back and forth influence of both French and German culture throughout it’s history…

After crepes, brie, french-baguettes, fresh chocolates, and of course gelato (And yes, given our family it is best to describe our time in  any location by the quality/quantity of food consumed!) we headed onward south from Strassburg. We drove down the Rue De Vin (Wine Road) which was unbelievably picturesque… Every couple of miles we would stumble across a little wine town that looked like i was directly off a post-card. For as far as the eye could see we beautiful rolling hills covered in grape orchards… And I swear we saw at least one castle on every hill-top in the distance…

We made an impromptu stop in a little walled city called Berghaim… Then moved onto Ribeauville where the primary site of interest was a stork in a nest atop the local village church (We made several u-turns at Drayton’s insistence that we HAD to have a picture)… Our next stop was Riquewihr, and then Aumerschwihr where we found an elderly man, Monsieur Mendes, who owned a local vineyard. He was welcoming enough to invite us into his wine cellar where we tasted several delicious wines before purchasing several bottles. We were lucky that both he and Robert spoke German, although he seemed rather reluctant given the past history of French/German relations in the area…

We ended our day long trek with a short stop in Soufflenheim at an amazing little French restaurant called Restaurant Au Boeuf… The food was probably the most delicious we had that day, although it also might have been that by this point we were starving and would have eaten anything (Note to self: Little villages in France/Germany essentially close down after 5pm… On our search for food it was like driving through a ghost town) All in all, it was an incredible, albeit exhausting day. We had only been in Germany for 4 days at this point so wearing ourselves out before fully recovering from jet-lag was probably not advisable… But it was worth it to have a personal tour-guide/translator in Robert…

I have to admit… Although I haven’t seen much of Europe I think the demure quaintness and picturesque quality of Alsace-Lorraine might make it one of my favorite regions in Europe… It was absolutely breath-taking to explore the wine-country in person…

So now I’m onto planning my next adventure!… I’m thinking a trip to Salzburg?! Suggestions are welcomed! :-)

With Love from Germany… Mary Beth

The New Oberbuergermeister of Stuttgart Army Garrison!

On Monday morning Stuttgart Army Garrison welcomed a new Oberbuergermeister (Lord Mayor)… my Dad! It was a fun event and we were overwhelmed with the incredible five-star treatment we received. Our cousin Robert even came into town from Hanover… He and the Social Protocol gal from my Dad’s office, Liz, (Who by the way is an absolute hoot to hang out with! So far I’m loving the Germans!) had tricked us by telling us Robert wasn’t going to be able to make it! So we were thrilled when he shocked us by walking in!

The Ceremony was absolutely beautiful and we couldn’t have had a more beautiful day… But after all the hand-shaking in the reception line Drayton, Carolyn and I thought our hands were going to fall off! (I’m telling you what, Germans sure do have a tight grip… So try shaking about 200 hands in a row!) After the ceremony/reception Dad went straight to work while we decided to venture into Stuttgart for the first time to find the local Ikea… Robert had been in our new home for no less than two minutes before declaring that “We need a toilette brush!” (Now keep in mind that we’ve been in our house for all of 3 days and none of our “things” will be arriving until later August)…. Although he also   added that  Ikea has the best Swedish meatballs a man could ask for… So off we were! But holy cow! The ensuing  4-5 hour escapade took us to the four corners of Stuttgart.

In total tally my mom managed to  get thrown onto the Autobahn for the first time, we got lost in the urban center of Stuttgart during rush hour (thanks to a combination of Robert’s not-so-brilliant “sixth sense” for directions and our malfunctioning German Audi navigation system)… We asked a total of 4 people for help, had one person actually get into the car to help us try to understand the “Garmin”, broke 2 laws (one illegal u-turn and one hasty cut across an intersection in front of a very angry looking German trucker), and drove past Ikea THREE times screaming “but it’s right there!!!” before we successfully managed to make it to the parking lot… All in all the never ending search for Ikea took us almost 4 hours and to the far corners of Stuttgart… But we laughed until we cried the ENTIRE way! It was more fun than I’ve ever had traveling in a car around a foreign city… And not understanding the language (or Robert for that matter) half the time made it even the more comical!

Upon finally arriving at Ikea we did in fact confirm that Ikea has AMAZING Swedish meatballs and ice-cream… And we finally managed to find the toilet brushes after walking through every-inch of the store… After much deliberation over the specific type of toilet brush to be chosen (and getting yelled at, in German of course!, for touching the toilet-brush display)… We eventually managed to acquire enough cleaning supplies for all the toilettes in Stuttgart.

In the end we were FINALLY on the way home before we realized, much to our dismay, that there is a second Ikea in Stuttgart, literally only 5 minutes from Patch Barracks… Such as life… Haha

We spent the evening celebrating at a local beer brewery… The Schounbrauhaus… It was great to be out; although this time we took Liz along to be our navigator/second translator/comic relief for the evening! It w as amazing food and even more incredible beer… I have now determined that my favorite beer is “Unfiltered”, closely followed by “Import” or a “Pillsner”… This will be rather important  information come the Keg Tapping my Dad’s performing at a local beer-fest this weekend with the Mayor… Should be fun!

Tomorrow we’re headed on an impromptu day-trip to France! It might be a little risky given our current track-record of navigating with Robert, but he assures us we won’t regret it! And I am increasingly becoming a fan of the unplanned, spontaneous, go-where-the-wind-takes-you kind of travel… So I’m looking forward to an adventure!

With Love from Germany, Mary

The Birds Move to Deutschland!

So here we are again… Yet another crazy military adventure begins!… We arrived at the airport in true Hinkle fashion with no less than 6 suitcases, 5 carry-ons, 3 computers, one dog, 3 excited kids, one very stressed out father, and one surprisingly calm mother… After a relatively uneventful red-eye flight to Frankfurt Germany, during which I and Carolyn (of course) slept not one wink, we finally arrived in Deutschland at 7am their time (approx. 1am US time)… Needless to say we were exhausted and ready to hit the bed…

We were greeted at the airport with overwhelming hospitality by my Dad’s new “entourage”… From the moment we arrived I think we managed to put everyone at ease with our definite sense of humor when his Deputy Garrison Commander ( a German Civilian) greeted me (the supposed Mrs. Bird) with flowers… Rather a funny beginning to our little adventure…

Since then we’ve received five-star treatment and tours to every corner of the Stuttgart base which is actually divided into four parts (we live on Patch Barracks)… Our house was already temporarily furnished with nearly everything we’ll need… The wives even came in to give it the little touches of home including a stocked refrigerator… Our shipment won’t arrive until late August, but for now I’m just happy to hang my clothes up in a closet and put the suitcase away at last (at least until I’m uprooted yet again for my move to Oxford)…

We ventured into Stuttgart yesterday with the Chaplain’s wife to get a introduction to the S-bahn (train) and bus system… It was gorgeous and we ran across the most amazing German Fish Festival in the process… I think Carolyn, Drayton, and I are going to fit right in here… Because Germans, much like the Bird kids, know their food! Haha On Tuesday we plan to venture to Heidelberg with our personal tour guide… Should be fun!

We’re still without internet or phone at home… So for now my only saving grace is the library which I think I’m going to eventually be living in once I get a little more free-time… We’ve been so busy with tours, visitors, and dinners that we’ve hardly had time to readjust to the time-change… Dad’s “Change of Command” is tomorrow morning and everywhere we go people seem to be in a buzz about it… It’s strange to be local-celebrities, but it’s such a small post that I guess having a new Garrison Commander is a really big deal… Everybody’s very excited for tomorrow, but I’m looking forward to it settling down so I can catch up on some writing and reading…

But for now I think that’s it… Hopefully we’ll have fun pictures of Heidelberg next time! :-)

With Love from Germany… Mary

In Retrospect…

One of my favorite parts of traveling abroad is always coming home and letting my thoughts unravel in retrospect… The greatest lessons and learning always seem to occur once I return to my normal routine in the States… And something tells me, much like my previous adventures in Africa and South America, that I’ll still be thinking and writing about my experience in Guatemala long after all my dirty clothes have finally been washed clean of sweat and dust, and I have recovered from this cold that I inevitably caught on the flight home…

So after only 3 days back in the States, I find it hard to pinpoint what will be the over-arching lesson that remains with me as I move forward… Although I am struck by two emerging themes that stayed with me throughout the trip…

The first was my own consciousness of how I was perceived by the women… I found that on this trip I was acutely aware of things as simple as my own body language. Almost as if, for the first time in my travels abroad, I was embarrassed to be rich or white. I swear I would have felt much more comfortable if I could have walked into the village wearing a traditional wrap and mud-drenched sandals… I think it made me uncomfortable because I’m beginning to resent the power-differential that I fear is always inevitably present when I travel to these communities. I want to know the women on a more personal level than visitor… And while I will never be one of them, I am beginning to resent what limits me (my mannerisms, language barriers, clothing, attitude, ect.). I stand out when all I really want to do is blend… I want to make them comfortable with me. I don’t want to be feared or thought of as different or befuddling… Yet I know that my ways as a foreigner can easily be intimidating without my realizing it, especially when there is the assumption that I came to bring/teach them something…

On this trip, for the first time in my experiences abroad, I brought only myself (and a few midwives kits put together by our team). I did not come to deliver medical care, or pass out stickers or clothing to the children. I only brought me and my thoughts… I came to learn. I came to be taught. I came to reverse the power-differential for once… I came because I acknowledge that I (as an American) do not know everything. I came because I believed (and absolutely believe now) that there was some wisdom that I could learn from their way of life… So any perceived difference in economic status or education seemed like a threat to that mission this time-around… I wanted them to know that I valued what they had to offer to the world… I wanted them to appreciate that wealth and privilege has not made me infallible    or all-knowing….

The second realization has been in acknowledging the incredible delicacy and complexity of these kinds of issues. I suppose I never thought that I would waltz into any culture I studied and miraculously save the day (as if I had some wisdom or knowledge, after enough degrees, that would allow me to devise some previously unseen solution to the debacle of women’s healthcare in developing nations)… I knew that these issues, in theory, were a complex mixture of the political, sociological, religious, and other… They far surpassed the thought process of most MDs, which was what has drawn me to the social sciences searching for some deeper explanation… But the reality of actually witnessing the push and pull of these problems, and their very real-life affects on the women who are trapped in the middle, has been startling to say the least.

Something as simple as a language barrier can seem to make or break access to healthcare for these women… In theory, a difference in spoken languages can be over-come… It’s as simple as getting a translator, right? Wrong. Watching the rural communities in Guatemala has taught me that the difference between Quiche and Spanish is greater than the words that separate them… It’s the cultural beliefs that those languages unwittingly convey. It’s the stereotypes and racism against Quiche-speaking (and other dialects of Mayan languages in the area, such as Mam) people that the use of those ancient languages illicit. Furthermore, translation does not necessarily equal understanding. How do you treat patients who lack the vocabulary to understand a world of medicine so different from their own ancient traditions? There simply is no vocabulary.

And language was only the beginning of understanding what prevents Quiche women from gaining proper access to healthcare. Obviously there are the anticipated problems with infrastructure (roads, access to transportation, ect.) and affordability, which are common issues in most rural areas of developing nations… There are government policies which indirectly discriminate against traditional Mayan midwifery practices, thus making Mayan women less likely to seek treatment at a public hospital… There is family hierarchy and structure that gives enormous weight and influence to mother-in-laws/mothers/husbands when it comes to determining where and how an expectant woman will deliver… There is a tradition of Mayan medicine and religion that is being threatened to near extinction…

And to think that I had days where I thought my tissue engineering research was difficult… Ha! The reality of actually witnessing the social complexities of healthcare in impoverished communities is completing over-whelming to be honest… I’m at a loss for where to begin. I don’t even know what I still need to know so that I can begin to help.

And at the same time part of me has begun to question my motive for wanting to help… I am beginning to abhor the attitude that these cultures need to be fixed (as if the wealthy well-educated white American woman knows better than centuries of ancient Mayan traditions)… So how do you balance desire to improve quality of life within a community with a desire to preserve their cultural beliefs? How do you make sure compassion is not mistaken for pity?

The Mayan women are strong and beautiful and wise… To pity them would be to do their long-lived traditions a dishonor. They do not need the minute wisdom of a American in her mere 20’s to teach them how to deliver babies… Yet, I know I can improve their lives… I know that my knowledge and experiences are very different yet not inconsequential to their desire to care for their own women. We have a common goal, the question is only… How can I contribute to helping them reaching it?