✦ Hello and welcome back to the Many Faced God newsletter. This issue is part two of my mindful soul-reflection of my first visit to Germany and builds on the last one. I spent a LOT of time on the audio, and if it suits you, listen along while you read this issue. If you missed the first instalment of Germany, you can read it here and come back later. Each week I present a soul-offering that centres one of the following, rotating angles: mind, body, spirit, community and personal experiences (which I call ‘field notes'). To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Rothenburg ob de Tauber My intimate contemplation of God's face reflecting in Germany began in Rothenburg ob de Tauber. And if you ever get the chance to go, I believe you will know why. It is hard not to get inspired there. A medieval town stopped in time, perched on the side of a mountain overlooking green plains, shop windows filled with classic toys, teddies, candies and gelato. We got there at dusk, the sun casting an eerie light over the stone walls. Church bells, and birds filling my ears. It is here that I started to think of Grandma Emmeline, and what kind of world she may have lived in before finding herself on my island. A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain Softly blows o'er Lullaby Bay Many of my German mental references came alive here in Rothenburg ob de Tauber: the love for sweets, meats and chocolates, the cute overalls, and jolly dispositions. The criss-cross wood panels on the buildings, and the flowers in the windows. The positive stuff, but also some more unnerving mental images of Hansel & Gretel's cannibalistic witch and the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. In fact, I felt this association so strongly in my bones that I decided to look it up, and Rothenburg ob de Tauber was indeed the filming location for the Child Catcher scenes in that film. I was intrigued by my body's incredible awareness and by the nature of said awareness. How funny is it that while Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is one of my most beloved childhood films, giddy wasn't the thing that led me to the discovery, but instead, an unshakable spook in my veins. It fills the sails of boats that are waiting Waiting to sail your worries away This may sound weird to you, but I often feel most connected to ancestors when I have intuitive blurts of my mind to unpleasant, sometimes unsavoury things. I think about how the fears and discomforts of my ancestors sit alive and well in my genes and that their fears and traumas drive my evolution. So when I feel unnerved, especially out of context, I listen to that feeling, allow it to surface and nuance my experience. I thought about how Vulgaria, the imaginary version of Rothenburg o.d.T. that banned children in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, was quite literally a dystopia. Yet I was drawn to it as a little girl come up to adulthood. I thought about its setting and how of all places I ended up here on a random business trip with my fiancé when I had many other choices of places to stop. I wondered about, if once upon a time, Grandma Emmeline feared for the future of her children in Germany? So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain Wave goodbye to cares of the day Rothenburg ob de Tauber, or Red Castle Above the River Tauber erected in 1070, may be one of the most breathtaking places I have ever visited. It is one of three of the only fully preserved medieval old towns with full walls in Germany. But I have to warn you, it is extremely touristy. The town was much fuller than Göttingen, but 99% of the people there are tourists. I saw people from China, the US, Korea, Japan, Spain, Italy. This place is more of an attraction than a destination. As my Reddit tour guide explained in his recommendation, "It is super touristy-- but there is a reason for that!" Certainly, there was, and I am über glad I came. And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain Sail far away from Lullaby Bay Each week I present a soul-offering that centres one of the following, rotating angles: mind, body, spirit, community and personal experiences (which I call ‘field notes'). To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Stuttgart Based on the logistical needs of the trip, I spent most of my time in Stuttgart. It was a bustling time for the city, as they were hosting the football Eurocup 2024 at their stadium. When I was looking for hotels the week before in a rush, I couldn't find a single thing within budget. The rooms were few, the quality looked s**t, and the prices sky-high. It wasn't until we were already in Germany that I realised it was because of the games AND the convention coinciding for the same week that the prices must have been so ghastly. I ended up going for a shared Airbnb to the south of city centre that looked like a warm nook, properly lived in and decorated with love. It was my first time doing a hosted airbnb with my partner, and I was a bit nervous he wouldn't like the experience. Personally, hosted airbnbs have always been one of my favourite ways to increase my CQ on trips and feel like I have made a genuine connection with the place. I have done it a handful of times in South Korea, and Japan-- each time feeling like I have gained family and real insight into the real lives of ordinary people in the city. Of course, it can be a gamble though. Sometimes, the people are not so kind, and the place is not so great, which is why I was a bit nervous to gamble with not only my satisfaction, but Kai's. Exiting the A7 after a bout of sun showers, we emerged out of a tunnel and onto the hills of Stuttgart, the elevation higher than I was expecting. We drove in some circles through the cramped streets and got a glimpse of the city before arriving at our Airbnb. Already, I was feeling quite at home, which was saying something because that was the first time I felt that way since arriving in Germany. It was the hills you see. As a Jamaican, I was born and raised surrounded by mountains. There are barely any places in my hometown that you can be where you can't see the large and protecting stature of a mountain. It seems in my DNA to feel safe at elevation, and unnaturally exposed on wide open plains. Our airbnb host, lets call him Kalle, was super sweet. The place was everything I had hoped for and even less 'produced' than I expected. Many people doing this hosting thing have lots of systems in place, and a home or set up that reflected their traveller’s mind more than their home-bodied mind. Kalle informed me though, that he and his wife rarely hosted and they only really opened up this time because they knew the games were on and figured someone may need a bed to crash. He mentioned being a bit worried about who would book, and was hoping for someone youthful and chill-- as I said it's always a gamble with these hosting gigs. I chucked to myself, knowing we were both worried about the same thing. The choice ended up working out great. We got lovely recommendations for places to eat and to enjoy the palpable energy from the games pulsing through the city. Sports isn't even really our thing, but it is hard not to enjoy when everyone is so hyped. We also had great conversations with Kalle, over his own travels, book collection and marriage experience, exactly the kind of tantalising post-small-talk engagement I was hoping for. If Kalle is to speak for Germans in any capacity (which he does and also, doesn't if you know what I mean), then I learnt Germans are direct, chill, but detailed, and internally busy, buzzing about unbothered. At some point I asked him if he was stressed, as I saw him buzzing about the apartment getting ready to leave. He assured me he wasn't in the slightest bit stressed, he just loved to utilise his time well. ✦ What are your impressions of Germans? I’d love to hear in the comments! As an added bonus, … Get full access to Many Faced God by Rae Chuck at raestea.substack.com/subscribe
