Is this some form of Kringle that I’m not familiar with? When I walked by, the kid was reaching into his burlap sack, so it seemed like a Klaus variant.
Tag: Regensburg
I have an apartment!
As of Friday the 2nd of December, I have moved out of the hotel and into my own apartment. I was in the hotel for three weeks, and the only thing I really miss about it so far is the Internet connection- I don’t have one yet in the new apartment. I’m still waiting for Kabel Deutschland to come install my blazingly fast Internet.
Finding an apartment here in Regensburg has been extremely, extremely tricky. I started looking online before I even travelled to Germany for the first time, but apartment-hunting online is always a challenge.
Here are some things that are different about apartments between the US and Germany:
- In America, apartments are big managed affairs with a single leasing office- you walk in and choose a cookie cutter floor plan and just get the next available unit. Here, most apartments have a single owner and you’re renting from them.
- An unfurnished apartment here typically has no appliances- not even a refrigerator or stove. If you want those items, you have to look for a unit with a built-in kitchen.
- Apartments here do not have closets. This is why those big wardrobey things from Ikea with the sliding doors are so popular. And yes, I’ll wind up buying one.
I started to view apartments in person as soon as I could during my first week here. I had several problems right from the start. For one thing, I don’t speak German yet. This made a lot of things very confusing to me. There’s a line on the apartment search website I was using which translates roughly as “Rent without Bail.” This didn’t make any sense until a co-worker looked at it and explained that was a poor translation for a deposit.
My co-workers were an immense help to me during this process. They helped me figure out where things were. Several of them showed me listings and sent possible apartment info my way. One of them made phone calls for me and translated paperwork for me. Two of them actually went with me to look at apartments. I would never have been able to navigate this without them.
Every time I viewed an apartment, with only one exception, there were always two or three other people viewing the apartment at the same time. Apparently, the University changed their enrollment rules this year, so there are twice as many students enrolled as there normally are. They all started in September, about two months before I got here. And they all wanted one bedroom apartments.
This relegated me to using the services of an Immobilien, the rough equivalent of a leasing agent who takes a substantial cut. It nearly doubled the cost of getting an apartment, but that extra bump in price is the only reason the apartment I finally got wasn’t taken by a student.
The only apartment I saw that didn’t have several other people looking at the same time was a place a few kilometers from the city center, too far to walk to much of anything. It had all the appliances, inluding a pretty great cooktop and a washer, and it was huge. However, it had grey carpets and as soon as I walked in, I felt depressed. I’m pretty sure that’s why it was still available, to be honest. Which brings us to the apartment I finally rented.
The place I got is close to the city center, it’s convenient to bus and train stations, and it’s pretty much exactly where I want to be and the rent is very reasonable, now that I’m done with the Immobilien’s fees. It’s got a living room, pictured above, a separate bedroom, a bathroom with a stand up shower rather than a tub (which is my preference any way,) and a place for me to install a clothing washer. The floors are brand new in that light wood you see above. There is a small built in kitchen, open to the living room. It provides a stove and a half-height fridge, pictured below.
The apartment is mostly empty at this point- I moved in on Friday and it’s only Sunday. And Sundays are impossible days for getting anything done, because nothing is open here for shopping on Sundays. The one thing I did manage to get into the place before I moved in was a bed, an Ikea Malm:
I spent Friday night assembling it before I finally went to sleep. I may have to post my thoughts on Ikea another time. Maybe after I get one of those wardrobe things I mentioned earlier so I can actually store my clothing in some place other than my suitcases.
As an aside, posting here will be pretty light until I get the Internet connection hooked up in the apartment- even now, I’m sitting in front of the San Francisco Coffee Company in the Arcade in order to use the Internet connection. And have some nice peppermint tea.
Beats sitting on the floor in my completely empty living room, I guess.
Man, I need some chairs.
Bells! (and hot mulled wine.)
This is up in the upper levels of the Regensburg Arcade, which is basically a shopping mall:
The outside of the building is draped with the dangling blue-white strings of lights also. I have no idea if this is a year round decoration, or if this is a holiday thing, but it looks beautiful. I doubt most of the people who go to the Arcade even bother to look up, but the decorations are quite lovely..
As I walk around Regensburg, its hard to miss that all the Christkindlmarkt, or Christmas Markets, have opened up. We walked past a rather large one in the old city the other night on the way to other food and drink establishments. There were large crowds, a carousel, and a whole lot of tents.
Last night, I went with some people from my office to a Christkindlmarkt that was held at an actual castle, Thurn and Taxis. A castle! There are quite a lot of castles in Germany, including the one that the traditional Disney castle was based on, from what I’ve been told.
At the Christkindlmarkt, I had a chance to try Glühwein, a hot mulled wine. I had been warned about its potency and it’s deliciousness in advance, so I deliberately went slowly. Still, there were many different varieties and flavors, and when it’s that cold outside, a hot mulled beverage is very easy to consume rapidly. I stuck with the apfel (apple) flavored variety, but I may need to go back to try the blueberry sometime soon.
After the hangover from the first round is done, that is. (Kidding!)
I’m feeling a little foggy…
The weather report (well, one of the weather reports; they don’t all agree) says it’s going to be unseasonably warm tomorrow, and I don’t think I should believe it. The weather has been hovering pretty close to 0C, sometimes just above it and sometimes just below it. It’s been cold and wet and foggy and just generally not sunny for most of the time I’ve been here.
Here, to illustrate my point, is an Ikea. No, really, there’s an entire Ikea store in this picture! A giant enormous Ikea! Just up the hill there:
That picture was taken on my first Monday here. I have since seen the building a little bit more clearly, but never with the sun shining on it. The sun shone a little bit my first Saturday, and a lot on my first Sunday, and then only once since then. It’s just been misty and foggy and generally gloomy.
When I’m taking the bus into work in the morning, I rarely have a good distance view of the countryside. The basketball hoop pictured to the right? I’m not entirely certain that there’s not an entire high school basketball team back there, hidden just out of view in the fog.
The days here are incredibly short right now, and I find myself looking forward to a month from now, when the planet turns just slightly and the days start to get just a little bit longer, day by day.
But first, and more importantly, I badly need to find an apartment. I’ve been looking since I got here, but it’s been difficult. For one thing, I don’t speak enough German (yet) to navigate this without help. I’ve been relying pretty heavily on the people in my office to help me make sense of everything. They’ve been helping me by finding listings, making phone calls for me, and even going with me to look at flats when I can arrange to meet the Immobilien (basically a realtor for those of you back home.) I’m approaching the end of my second week in the hotel, and I’m starting to get a little stir crazy. Eating out every night is only fun when it’s a choice and not a necessity. I want my pasta boat, damn it.
Fur-many

Back in October, Jan from This German Texan posted about Germans and their dogs. I read it, filed it away mentally, and then forgot about it until I got here- and started to see the same thing. Germans take their dogs **everywhere!** The picture to the left is from my daily bus ride- that little fellow was just snoozing away the ride.
Last week, Michael from the office took me to a traditional Bavarian restaurant. At one point someone walked into the restaurant with a little yappy dog, and there was a round of solid loud barking between that dog and the one four inches from my feet- the gentleman to my left had brought his very large, very relaxed dog with him and the larger dog was so quiet and well behaved that I didn’t even realize there was a dog there until the interaction with the newer smaller dog. And this was the kind of dog you could put a saddle on.
Yeah, Jan was right. Germans take their pups everywhere.




