Rain on your wedding day

On my way to work today I saw Chapel Dulcinea, the wedding chapel, where Kevin and I got married almost six years ago. On a Tuesday morning at 10, because my fiancée visa required us to get married quickly and there were no weekend spots left at chapel Dulcinea. But my husband, lone organizer of our wedding since I was too far away, had his mind set on the chapel – and I’m glad he did. It’s a beautiful place. It’s located on top of a hill overlooking the Texas countryside, which in my memory was kind of gray and dry that day, but still an awesome view. But when I look at the pictures, it looks quite green. And while I’m typing this, I am wondering if it is always “dry” looking in June and I just don’t notice it anymore after living in Texas for almost six years or if it just seemed dry since I had just arrived from lush and green Germany. I don’t know… Either way, the grass would see some rain later that day. Rain on your wedding day would be a nightmare in Germany. In Texas, it means good luck and I strongly believe this. It was pouring rain on our wedding afternoon. Fortunately not during our outdoor ceremony and I am very thankful for that.

But Chapel Dulcinea prepares your for that. I really like how they advertise on their website (and this is not supposed to be an advertising blog post. I just really like their words):

The Free Wedding Chapel

Chapel Dulcinea sits daringly on the edge of an ancient walking trail on the Wizard Academy campus, approximately 20 minutes southwest of downtown Austin.

Yes, it’s an outdoor chapel and the weather isn’t always perfect.  But life is like that, isn’t it?  Anything can happen.

Walk into your marriage with open eyes, ready for whatever might come your way, even on your wedding day.

So while looking at our wedding chapel I was thinking about the storms that have come our way. There were only a few and in spite of language barriers and cultural differences we survived them quite well. And they were not as big as the true Texas thunderstorms. I also thought about those storms, Texas weather and life in Texas in general.

People often ask me if I miss Germany. Yes, I do. There are certain things about Germany I miss. It is home. In German, we have two expressions for home ”Heimat” and “Zuhause”. “Zuhause” is the physical home, the house or place where you live. “Heimat” is the home, the area, the country where you grow up. Texas is home now too. But Germany will always be home. Just in a different way. Do I want to move back? Can I imagine moving back? I don’t know. I often joke that once I see my first big rattlesnake or tarantula I’ll pack our family’s suitcases and we’ll be gone. And I’m pretty sure I would have done exactly that during my first years here. Now? Probably not. I love the friendly Texans. The bluebonnets in the Spring. Texas wildflowers. The longhorns (the real ones as well as the University of Texas Longhorns). Countless hours at the pool. The breezy days. Tex Mex food. Margaritas. Pick up trucks. (I used to joke that almost every true Texan family needs to have a pick up truck, just to have one. But they are so practical!)….

But I do miss German bread, German hot dogs (even though Mr.Pfranks in Pflugerville has awesome hot dogs), Fleischsalat, Erdbeersahnetorte (I don’t even know the translation, something like strawberry cream cake), Schwarzwälderkirschtorte (Black forest cake), snow, being able to leave the windows open all year and have a breeze (I hate AC), real heaters in the winter (I hate AC heat as well as the cold blowing at you). And if I could combine family and friends all in one spot, wouldn’t that be awesome?!


I love the Texas spirit an the Texas pride – it’s contagious. But still, if friends are moving, I’m getting the itch to pack my family and go out in the world and explore. In German, we have a saying, which translates to “having ants in your pants.” And I’m regularly getting ants in my pants. Even though just the imagination with Texas fireants as pretty terrible. All it needed today was to read “Discover Germany” with my boys, and I was ready to pack and move to Lake Constance. But the ants have calmed down now.

So what am I trying to say with this post? I’m not sure. I guess, even though a piece of my heart is still in Germany, the bigger part is in Texas. Howdy!


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