A love letter to my home “The Pfalz”

This week’s post is a little more personal than the others. It is about missing “the Pfalz”, (engl.: Palatinate) the area in Germany where I am from. When I leave my house in Charleston, SC, I see Palm Trees. Most of the time it is between 70 and 80 degrees. The beach is 20 minutes away by car. Nevertheless, I miss my friends and the Pfalz. I miss the fresh air, nature, and traditions. It is strange that I never felt so German and so Pfaelzisch since I have moved to America. We have a few Schoppeglaeser (half liter glasses of wine spritzers) in our kitchen cabinet next to a cooking book of pfaelzisch recipes. Josh first sentence in German was: “Ich mag Rieslingschorle.” No questions asked. He married a girl from Rheinland Pfalz.


It seems like I love my home more now I am so far away from it. Maybe it is the distance. Like when you look at art in a museum. Sometimes you see it better from a few steps away than up close. The Pfalz is an area where others spend their holidays and now I am living in Charleston, the top Holiday destination in the United States. The world has some beautiful places but no place is beautiful like home. My new home is Charleston. But the most time of my Life I spend in Rheinland Pfalz. I remember how special I felt when I walked to the bakery on Sunday mornings. I would get a Schneckenudel (It’s a Role with Hazelnut crème filling. Don’t call it Cinnabon!) and a cat-magazine.


Wrapped in a special paper it felt like something very exclusive. Sometimes my best friend of my childhood Mr. Schnuck would walk with me. He was a very special cat. Because of his brown and orange stripes, he looked like a little tiger. Thanks to my Grandma I can cook and bake traditional German food. Because America has no bakeries like we know them I bake my own pastries. Josh is very happy about that. 😉

When I was a teenager I always thought the Pfalz is boring and I need to get as far away from it as possible. I wanted to see the world. And I am happy I did.  I don’t think it is boring anymore. Maybe my opinion shifted because I am getting older. You can say pfaelzisch is a different culture even in Germany. In German, I have a strong accent and other Germans can hear it clearly that my home is not Hannover (people there are known for speaking the purest German). When Josh and I met other Germans in a club downtown Charleston someone said to my husband “You got a real farm girl!” Good thing is that I got a real farm boy. Josh is from Kentucky and it’s a little comparable to Rheinland Pfalz. It works out well we both don’t notice each other accent. Although I have to admit that after watching all seasons of Heart of Dixie I can hear his southern accent sometimes…

I feel arrived in Charleston but I miss the wine festivals and how casual you can drink wine in public. The Pfalz is one of the greatest wine-producing regions in Germany. Also, it is not fancy at all to drink wine and have cheese….. Charleston calm down, I am a German farm girl and where I am from wine and cheese it is usually like biscuits and gravy. The funniest thing is Mimosas (Sekt orange!!!). Another example of something very usual in Germany which is the fanciest thing on earth in Charleston. I laughed really hard when I heard the song “Empire Mimosa” when they sing about drinking Mimosas on a yacht in France. We mix sparkling wine with orange juice for one these reasons: 1) It’s a cheap not tasty sparkling wine 2) we have to drive 3) Birthday comes together in the office….

Never in a million years, I thought my path would lead me to the United States. This country seemed so far away from my little village. But I am not the first person of my village who moved to America. In the center is a place called Cullman Platz named by a resident who left Frankweiler 1873. He founded a City in Alabama. Read more here. One very famous person was born in Cullman, Alabama. It is the hometown of Channing Tatum!

I know that I want to spend the rest of my life in the United States at the same time I am very grateful that I grew up in Rheinland Pfalz, surrounded by beautiful nature and traditions. It built my character. I fell and I got up, I got hurt and I had happy moments. A rollercoaster of emotions. Just like Life is. I will never forget this time, it is an important part of my life. I will move forward and once a while I will look back and be thankful for all the experiences that I have made. In my opinion, it is important never to forget your home and where you are from. Not like caring a heavy suitcase, more like viewing a Photo album full of memories that give you a warm feeling of belonging. I will always love and miss “the Pfalz”  ❤


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  1. Hallo Christin,
    ich bin zufällig gerade auf deinen Blog gestoßen, eigentlich wollte ich mich online nur noch mal (zum 1000. Mal…) über die nächsten Schritte des Verlobtenvisums informieren, da ich gerade mittendrin bin. Und nun lese ich auch noch, dass du genau wie ich aus der schönen Pfalz kommst! Unglaublich! Ich komme aus Kaiserslautern, also gar nicht weit weg von Dir, und das Abenteuer USA wird mir (falls hoffentlich alles gut geht mit dem Visum) nächstes Jahr bevorstehen. Ich habe schon einige deiner Beiträge hier gelesen und musste bei den meisten schmunzeln, da ich ganz ähnliche Erfahrungen gemacht habe (z.B. das mit dem Small-Talk oder die Begeisterung der Amerikaner, wenn sie einen “real german” treffen). Ich bin nun schon seit über einer Stunde wie gefangen von deinen Beiträgen und freue mich sehr darüber, ein “echtes Pfälzer Mädche” mit ganz ähnlichen Vorhaben gefunden zu haben! Ich hoffe, du wirst uns allen mit deinen Einträgen auf dem Laufenden halten und würde mich besonders freuen, wenn ich bei der ein oder anderen Frage auf Dich zukommen dürfte, das alles ist ja schon ein wahnsinnig aufregender Lebenswandel und ich bin wirklich dankbar über jeden einzelnen Ratschlag.
    Danke für deine Beiträge, weiter so! Alles Gute weiterhin für dich und deinen Ehemann und ganz viele liebe Grüße aus deiner Heimat Pfalz 🙂

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