Recycling in Germany

This post is a little off topic - as in, it's not about our recent travels.  But we have lived here for almost four years and the recycling program here has always impressed yet baffled us.

So Todd and I decided to head down to the Wertstoffhof recently and do a photo tour of the madness that is RECYCLING!

Each Saturday morning (or Friday back before I was working), we load up the car and take the recycling down to the Wertstoffhof.

The first few times we did this, it was a hot mess.  There are SO many different places you can take the recycling.  The Pringles can goes in a different place than the Doritos bag, which goes in a different place from the yogurt cup, which goes in a different place from the milk carton, which goes in a different place from the water bottle.

But eventually we figured it out.  Or mostly.  Because if you don't know where something goes, you can just ask one of the people who work there.  They literally speak ZERO English.  So you need to be prepared.  And they will pretty much know by your accent that German isn't your first language, so they will likely point in the direction you need to go.

Folien (behind the fella in yella) is stretchy plastic.  That means plastic bags from the grocery store. And pretty much anything you can stick your thumb through.  If you mess up, the guy in yellow will move it to "misch" (mixed) plastics, and glare at you while yelling German obscenities.  You can also see the milk carton plastics on the right.  German's don't do plastic milk jugs... they put everything in paper cartons (and I support this fully!)

But this Coke can doesn't go here!  Oh yes, I know it's an aluminum can and that's where you think it goes, but nope.  It goes over in the Dosen dumpster.  THIS is where you put little cat food tins and aluminum foil that you've used to cook.  See that Papierverbunde on the left?  That's for Pringles cans.  You know: things that are made with paper but lined with aluminum.  Cause that deserves it's own spot for recycling.

I promise you, four years in, I'm not confused by much anymore!  Here I am separating butter/yogurt cups from plastic water bottles and milk (almond milk) cartons.

Wait. You thought you could just throw away those corks from all of the wine you drank? Nope.

Even glass is absurd.  You have to separate it in colors.  Brown, green and white.  And you have to fight the wasps to toss it in these little recycling holes.

After you tossed your aluminum foil in the "plastics" area... you have to walk across the entire Wertstoffhof and dump your aluminum cans.

I don't have pictures of the large appliances, small appliances, metal, mixed metal, batteries, regular light bulbs, LED light bulbs, cardboard, random large plastics, leftover food (yes, that's a thing,) CDs and computer gear, and concrete.  You have to separate EVERYTHING.  Then let's not forget about the yard waste.  This has a place, too (see above.)  They don't come by on yard waste day and pick that up curbside like they do in the States.  The only thing they do curbside is trash and paper.  And paper only gets picked up once every four weeks. Trash is every other week and gets picked up in the smallest bin ever. They mean business over here: Recycling is no joke.  That single stream recycling stuff we did in Massachusetts is for the birds.  This is like the Olympics of recycling!

Until next week, Wertstoffhof!  You're completely ridiculous, and I weirdly love you!

Split, Croatia

I honestly never thought this would be a city I would visit, despite hearing good things about it!  We didn't have much time here as we didn't arrive into the city until just before lunchtime on our last day of our vacation.  But you know us... let's try to get it all done anyway!  It wasn't AS hot as it was in Bosnia and Herzegovina, but it was more humid.  So the feels like temperature felt sort of similar to the days we spent in Medjugorje and Mostar.

Once again, we took a van between the two countries.  Here I am sitting RIGHT on the border!

This is what sitting on the border looks like, in map form.

I totally laughed when I saw this at the border.  Why is an old Antenne truck here in Bosnia and Herzegovina?  Antenne is a radio station chain in Germany (kind of like "I Heart Radio" or something equivalent to that.) 

It's a little hard to see, but our drive to Split gave us a nice view of Klis Fortress.  It's on the right side... not on the highest ridge, but just a bit below it on a medium sized ridge.  Much of the Oathkeeper episode (Season 4) of Game of Thrones was filmed here (and at Diocletian's Palace in the city of Split.)  When Daenarys comes out to speak to the people of Meereen, it was filmed here at this fortress. It's also where she had the masters crucified as repayment for when they had crucified the slave children.  In real life, there has been a fortification here since around 300 BC.

Once we arrived, we checked into our apartment (or rather, we just dropped our bags off as they were still cleaning it) and headed into the city.  Right outside of the walls to Diocletian's Palace stands the statue of Gregory of Nin who was a medieval bishop that pushed the Catholic church to say Mass in the native language rather than in Latin (which most people didn't understand.)

One of the most important sights to see in Split is Diocletian's Palace. Split is the second largest city in all of Croatia behind Zagreb (the capital.)  The Roman emperor's palace was built in the 4th century.  He was born about 5 miles away from this location in the city of Salona (now Solin), which was the capital of Dalmatia at the time.

Awww, red roses are so pretty!

Just outside of the Peoples Square sits the Church of Our Lady of the Bell Tower.  It was built around 1100 and it's the oldest Roman bell tower in the Dalmatia section of Croatia.

There's something homey and quaint about laundry drying on the line.

This is the Ciprianis Benedetti Palace was built in 1394 for a nobleman whose family owned it until the Benedetti family purchased it in 1860.  Here, St. Anthony sits outside of the palace.

The tower at the Cathedral of St. Domnius looks like it belongs in Venice.  Although it was built in the 12th century, the church itself is the oldest Catholic cathedral in the world that hasn't been almost completely renovated.  It was built in the 4th century!  This tower was actually renovated in 1908.

If you go downstairs (follow the crowds) you'll find Diocletian's Cellars.  Over the years, they were used as a wine/food cellar for the Emperor Diocletian, a home for refugees in the Middle Ages and at one point, was even used for refuse.  In our favorite show, Game of Thrones, it was used as the place where Daenerys kept two of her dragons chained up in Meereen.  I loved the scene where Tyrion came down and spoke to the dragons in season 6 (episode 2.) It's hard to imagine it based on the above photo, but try to... without other humans or stalls where merchants are selling things.

The Vestibule (or Rotunda) was the official entrance of the Emperor.  Originally, it was meant to impress the visitors to the palace.  While still impressive, it's long lost it's dome and other walled frescoes.

The little harbor area of Split is lined with palm trees and (to the right) Diocletian's Palace.  Back in the day of Diocletian around 305 AD, the water came right up to the palace. Now the harbor has been extended and there are shops and restaurants behind where I took this picture.

 Today, Riva Harbor in Split has a walkable promenade that mimics what the area looked like 200 years ago under Napoleon's rule.

Large and small boats come and go in Riva Harbor.

We decided to head back to the apartment because we were SO hot.  Everyone wanted to get their bathing suits on and jump into the Adriatic.  On our way back, we ran across our old buddy, Gregory. If you rub the big toe of Gregory of Nin, your wish will be granted!



I hope they wished for something good!  Those kids behind Grant are wishing that the Bailey family would hurry up with their wish!

After changing and walking the long distance back to Split's Bačvice Beach, we finally landed a spot on the crowded but surprisingly soft sand. (What? No rocks like in Zadar?)

But that person jumping into the water on the right!  Todd, the kids, Madison, KK and Lynne were swimming behind those guys playing a poor game of volleyball.



This is after the person on the right finished their jump into the Adriatic. Splash!

After I spent some time in the water, I sent Madison into the water to cool off and took over on "watching everyone's stuff" duty.  So naturally, Todd decided to join me on the beach for a delicious cold Croatian beverage!

Then, being the awesome daddy he is, he went out to dig moats, build castles, and make dribble castles with the babies!

They couldn't really do this in Zadar because of all of the rocks, and we didn't go to Florida this summer, so this was their only chance to make a killer sand castle!

Natalie concentrating on the tallest dribble castle in Croatia while Grant digs deep into the castle moat.

Meanwhile, back on the beach....

Natalie, giving me a sense of scale of how long Grant's moat was.

Look how cute they are!  The babies think their dad is the coolest for building a castle and moat with them.  Mommy just documented the whole thing. I know someday soon, they won't want to build dribble castles anymore.  So this really makes me happy.

We had some dinner reservations, but had to get back to clean up, so after a few hours, we left the beach.  On the way back, we saw this ... display?  Corn on a wheel (with a horseshoe!), and other random stuff (like a basket of herbs and perhaps a radio?)

Dinner was at the Bakra Steak and Pizza bar (ie; fun for everyone!)  This is really Todd's idea of fun these days. Lynne is totally supportive of this.

Our waiter snapped this picture of all of us on our final dinner of the trip.  It was really a great dinner and we had so much fun!

Though not fun was waking up in the morning and having to go to the airport.  Then you get there and there was this:  we couldn't figure out why none of the sockets worked here at the Split airport.  Then we realized this:  none of them were plugged in and we had zero place to plug them in anyway!

To make matters worse... we got home and Todd and Kathleen decided to go to mass at Rose Barracks.  The rest of us were tired and decided to go home.  There was some confusion on Google Maps, which told us to take the A6 home.  But all I could think was that we weren't going to Rose Barracks like Todd and Kathleen, so I ignored it and took the A9 home.  It was allegedly only a few minutes longer to go the A9, and that is the usual way I take home. About halfway home on the A9 near Schnaittach, there was a super long line on one of the exits and just as we approached it, it told me to take the exit.  But of course, there wasn't time for that once it alerted me.  So I stayed on the A9.  And that was bad.  Because there was a fatal accident in which sadly a young girl died.  It took us 3.5 hours to go home - a ride that normally takes 45 minutes.  But we made the best of it (along with some fun inside jokes... that's WAK, mega Bailey's!) And we were sad for the family who lost their baby girl. It's hard to get upset about traffic knowing something like that happened.

Until next time, Split!  We loved your beaches and can't wait to go back!

Mostar, Bosnia & Herzegovina

Wait, maybe I should bring up ONE MORE TIME the story about how I was supposed to go to Croatia and Bosnia and Herzegovina for my 40th birthday a few years ago.  And my dad had to do chemo and then my mom (rightfully) couldn't come watch my kids and then my birthday trip with my hubby was cancelled.  Well... Mostar was one of the stops on that alleged trip!

As we were told several times in both Medjugorje and Mostar, we were quite strongly in Herzegovina... NOT Bosnia. When referencing this country, you cannot just call it Bosnia.  In these parts, they will quickly correct you and let you know that you are in Herzegovina. The country is made up of two political entities - the first being The Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina (which is central and to the west) and the other is the Republika Srpska (which surrounds the Federation of BiH on the north, south and east and is composed of mostly Bosnian Serbs.)  Overlapping that, the country is divided between Bosnia and Herzegovina.  Within the country, there are three predominant ethnicities (corresponding to three religions): the Muslim Bosniaks, the Orthodox Serbs, and the Catholic Croats.

Sorry folks, this is gonna be one of my longer posts because history dictates that it should be so.

The highlight of Mostar is the Stari Most, or the Old Bridge. So naturally that was our first stop of the morning as we made our way to the Turkish Hammam to catch the Free Walking Tour Mostar.  The Old Bridge only took 9 years to build between 1557-1566 and I think it's one of the most all around photogenic spots I've ever seen!

In the Old Bazaar on the east side of the river, you could easily miss this Don't Forget sign which reminds you of the 2,000 killed in the 1993 Siege of Mostar.

One more reason why I needed to have better shoes on this trip.  The Old Bridge was really slippery.  They have the steps to assist you up, but if you miss one, you might bust your butt, which we saw happen a few times.  More about the Old Bridge when we come back to it later.  In fact, you'll probably be annoyed by the number of pictures of this bridge that I'm including in this post.  Notice the pup on the left.  We'll come back to him, too!

The first real stop on our free walking tour of Mostar took us to the Crooked Bridge.  From 1463 to 1878, BiH was under Ottoman rule.  During this time, about 20 stone bridges were built.  The Crooked Bridge was first mentioned in 1558 and was originally built as a test bridge for the Old Bridge. Since it crosses over the more narrow Rabobolja River, and since it's construction was successful, they went on to build the more architecturally difficult Old Bridge over the wider Neretva River. At one point, this bridge was the only crossing between the trading area of town and the roads that led into what is now Croatia.

Although the Crooked Bridge was still standing after the Bosnian War (from 1992-1995), it did sustain damage.  It finally collapsed in a serious flood in December of 1999.  It was rebuilt in 2002 using as much of the original stone as they possibly could.  Funny thing about this... the official UNESCO sign that sits near this bridge says it collapsed in the flood of 1999, but I have seen other conflicting reports of when it actually collapsed. The UNESCO website says "the great flood of 2000!"  It's possible that it's called this due to the flooding occurring around the new year.  Also interestingly - the Grand Duchy of Luxembourg helped fund the latest reconstruction. Weird!

Our next stop was the opposite side of the Neretva to see the Old Bridge from the other side of the river.  When in Mostar, you will periodically come across the shells of buildings that are still (partially) standing from the war nearly 30 years ago.

The Old Bridge was literally a link between the Bosniak Muslims in the eastern part of the city (and country) and the Croat Catholics in the western part of the city.  So when the bridge came down during the war in 1993, it was a literal divide or cut made between these peoples and cultures.  This city is still made up predominantly of these two religions.

Todd looking all cute and sweaty as he appears to actually fit under the Old Bridge of Mostar.

The tour continued as we walked across a makeshift bridge that led us to the stairs up to the Old Bridge.

This cute pup escorted us!  He must have been so hot, poor baby.  There are two "guard dogs" of the bridge - one that generally sit on each side of it.

This is the view of what our guide called Sniper Mountain. Mostar sits in a river valley surrounded by mountains, where the Croat snipers would sit, waiting to pick off innocent people.

Panorama of the Old Bridge and the Neretva River.

Guard doggie number two trying to beat the heat with a nap in the shade.

Copperware is very big in Mostar and much of it is handmade and very detailed.

I think this was everyone's favorite stop on the tour.  Outside of every mosque is a place where worshipers can wash their face, hands and feet.  The water is also potable, so everyone got to fill up their water bottles, too.  Natalie just kept pouring water on her head at the Nesuh-Aga Vucjakovic Mosque.  She is always SO hot - she's definitely a Bailey!

The Nesuh-Aga Vucjakovic Mosque was built in the mid 1560s.  It's minaret sustained damage in 1993 but remained standing.  This mosque is better known by it's more simple name:  The mosque under the lime tree.

This cemetery wasn't here before the war.  In fact, a building had been here, but when it was destroyed in 1993, they started to bury the dead here.

The poet Osman Đikić's grave in this cemetery is the only one not from the early 1990s (or later.)

Osman Đikić's patriotic poetry inspired the Bosniaks at a time when they were ruled by Austria-Hungary who was trying to promote a "one country" sort of feel to Bosnia and Herzegovina, rather than recognizing the three different ethnic groups that resided there.  It could be said that this was a stepping stone to the war in the early 1990's.  

Behind the Hadze Tere Jahja Mosque, we stopped for a bit in the shade (thank you!) near the Bunur Bridge.  Here we learned about how the Communist ruler Josip Broz Tito held Yugoslavia together when he was President from 1953 until his death in 1980. Although a Communist country, Yugoslavia enjoyed many more freedoms than other countries behind the Iron Curtain, such as the ability to travel.  They also enjoyed more religious freedoms (although it was encouraged to keep it behind closed doors.)  Tito was benevolent and all three ethnicities lived somewhat harmoniously under him.

Alina, our Argentinian guide (who loves Mostar so much, she decided to live here!) took a selfie of our tour group while we were in the shade.  Look at my babies way at the top of this picture!

We walked across the Bunar bridge back to the west bank of the Neretva River.

As soon as you walk across the river, you approach the front lines of the 1993 war.  And the evidence surrounds you in the form of pock marked buildings full of bullet holes.  After Tito died in 1980, the six ethnic groups of Yugoslavia (the three previously mentioned plus ethnic Albanians who were living in Kosovo, as well as the Slovenes and the Macedonians) started to spread more nationalist feelings among their groups, which Tito had suppressed.  By 1990, there was very little leadership at the federal level and all hell pretty much broke loose.  Slovenia was the first to secede from Yugoslavia, resulting in the 10 day war in late June of 1991.  The overlapping Croatian War of Independence and the Bosnian War occurred in the early 1990's.

The hollowed out shell of this building still stands bearing the scars of this war.  The Bosnian war started in early 1992 with Bosnia and Herzegovina declaring independence from what was left of Yugoslavia.  The war itself stemmed from the fact that the Bosnian Serbs,with the help of the Croats, wanted to physically divide the county - giving themselves most of the land, and leaving only a tiny bit for the Bosniaks.  War finally broke out in June of 1992, and this resulted in the Serbs wanted to eliminate the Bosniaks through "ethnic cleansing."  To make matters worse, the former alliance of the Croats and the Bosniaks broke down for a time being with the Croats wanting to form their own region in Bosnia (particularly here in Mostar) or at the very least, a Bosniak/Croat state.  So now the Bosniaks are not only trying to fight off the Serbian army, but are also clashing with their former allies, the Croats in the Croat-Bosniak War. It wasn't until their re-alliance in 1994 under the Washington Agreement that they were finally able to push back on the Serbs.  The CIA has said in the past that 90% of the genocide occurred as a result of the Serbs killing the Bosniaks.

This road in front of us, known as the Bulevar was the literal front line of the early 1990's war, particularly during the Bosnian War that killed around 2,000 people between 1992-1994.  The hollowed out building you see was the former "Glass Bank" that eventually became known as "Sniper Tower."  It's obviously the tallest structure around, making it just right for snipers during the war.  It's been closed up for years but people still sneak in to graffiti or take pictures.

About 3/4 of the city fled during this war... and of course, when they eventually returned, they either found their buildings looking like this, or they found other people living in their homes. Displaced people had to find a new place to live, in a place that had been formerly occupied by another family, and that family had to find another place formerly occupied by another family. And so on and so forth.

There's so much going on here.  I love it.  The street art in Mostar is insanely good.  Is it me, or is this mushroom saying, "Come at me, bro" with his Popeye arms?

This building is newer, built after the war.  It was set up across the Bulevar from the above mentioned hollowed out building.  This is a high school!  In Mostar, Croats and Bosniaks don't go to school together.  Or maybe they do, as in the case of this school, but they go to school on different floors of the same building.  Despite their former alliance and despite the fact that things are improving, the two groups are still very segregated.  Today's children don't understand the war of 30 years ago that still scars their parents, who were their age when the war broke out.  Current students just want to hang out and see their friends, but due to religious/ethnic differences, are unable to do so during the school day.

It was so hot on this day.  And you can see the concern on my family members faces about the little ones.  Because heat is all we had to worry about.  We didn't have to worry about bullets.

We didn't worry about rocket propelled grenades being fired off at us because of our ethnicity or our religion.

One of our last stops on the tour was under a shady tree at an apartment complex.  My little rebel didn't sit with the rest of the group.  Someone thankfully asked about that "Red Army 1981" sign.  If you've learned anything about the Balkans, it's that they love their football teams.  The Red Army is the nickname for the fans of the FK Velež Mostar football club, which was founded in 1981.  Today fans of the club are mostly Bosniaks.

Among the still standing ruins of buildings is a very new Marriott.  Although I love me some Marriott's... it seems really out of place here!

As we wrapped back around to the south side of the old town near the Old Bridge, you get a nice view of the city.  You can see the skyline is shared by both Muslim minarets and Catholic churches.

At this point we were HOT.  And we were hungry.  (My brother is laughing at this right now... inside joke!)  We needed an extended lunch and a siesta at this point.

The folks of BiH understand my need for many drinks at the table, although none of these are bourbon.  I ordered a cold beer and a Coke Zero (so... three glasses) and then they brought us some rakia.  It was night night termite after this.

Todd took a pic of his amazing looking meal.  Balkan food will always be my favorite on the European continent!

We walked back to the apartment and passed this street art of Radovan Karadzic, the Bosnian Serb who ruled the Republica Srbska portion of Bosnia during the war.  His desire to unite his land with Serbia led him to participate in the genocide against the Bosniaks.  If you're old enough, you might remember him as the "Butcher of Bosnia."



I don't think I have to tell you that this was the reason we needed a siesta back in the air conditioned apartment.

After a nice little siesta, we headed back out for some dinner in the city.  The Old Bridge was still crowded with tourists, even in the heat.

Well, she hadn't melted by this point!

Mostar really is a beautiful little city.  It currently has a little over 100,000 residents and is the 5th largest city in BiH.  In late 1995, the Dayton Accords officially ended the Bosnian War, and the lands were divided into the Serb dominated Republika Srpska and the Bosniak-Croat dominated Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina. Both are under the umbrella of one autonomous state... Bosnia and Herzegovina.

As we were heading to dinner on the opposite bank of the Neretva, we got to see a jumper!



I couldn't capture any pictures but Todd took a video and grabbed a screen capture from it.  Some of these guys are professional, and others have taken the rigorous training it takes to be able to jump the almost 79 feet down to the river.

Family selfie on the Old Bridge of Mostar.

We went over to the restaurants that have the best views of the Old Bridge, and managed to get a table at the Konoba Mlinica Neretva restaurant where we got to watch several guys jump off the bridge!

Gah.  Sorry for the four thousand pictures of this bridge, but it's just so pretty!

The best part of this dinner was that it wasn't rushed and we just enjoyed ourselves and the company.  The kiddos loved hanging out with their cousin Madison!

When having dinner near the Old Bridge of Mostar, one must take a dinner selfie.

Meanwhile, there was this thunderstorm popping up behind the mountain!

To think of all that this city and it's people have seen.

Tell me if you can see the guy jumping off the bridge here.  This happened a few times when we were eating dinner!

Family pre-dinner selfie! 

My word, these girls are beautiful!!!!  I decided they both have the same face shape and profile!

The sun was setting as we ate dinner, leaving the prettiest glow on the buildings on the east bank.

And then the sun set and everything was STILL beautiful!

The post sun set view of the Old Bridge in Mostar.

Madison goofing around with Grant's new hat on.  From our dinner spot, we had nice views of both the Koski Mehmed Pasha Mosque and the Nesuh-Aga Vucjakovic Mosque.

Lights were starting to come on in Mostar as we finished dinner.

Lights on the Old Bridge at dusk.

Madison looking all beautiful under the lights of the Old Bridge.  I warned you we would be taking a lot of pictures of this bridge!

On the way back to the apartment, we passed this creepy looking Doner Kepab mannequin.  It looks like a giant poop!  I promise, Doner is better than that!

Like mother....

... Like daughter!

Good night, Old Bridge!



In case you were wondering about how the people of Mostar felt (feel) about Tito...  he was spray painted on the wall near our apartment.

This is our new friend Miran and his mama.  When we came back from our long day out, he greeted us with some fresh plums from a nearby tree. He and his mama were just sitting outside in the hot evening, drinking a beer and eating plums.  He had told us the story of how his family lived here during the war, and how his grandfather had been killed, shot in the heart by a sniper.  It was a heartbreaking story.

One of the most amusing things that happened on our trip was the crazy way people from the different ethnicities/countries were strangely cautious about the others.  For example, when we were in Medjugorje, the lady at the hotel told us to be VERY careful in Mostar (because there were lots of pickpockets!)  Then when we were in Mostar and we told Miran that we were off to Split in the morning, he told us to be VERY careful because Split was dangerous.  We never felt unsafe in any of these cities!  People from all ethnicities and religions were nothing but nice to us.

I really enjoyed our day here! Such history!  Until next time, Mostar!