Germans spend around 200 million Euros on fireworks that they shoot off on New Year's Eve. All of Frankfurt was blasting off with what sounded like gun shots for a couple of days before the holiday. On New Year's Eve, we headed over to the Dearing's apartment where we played Pictionary and How's Yours with several Senior Couples. We managed to stay up until midnight to watch the fireworks from their veranda that overlooks the city. But the fog had rolled in, and we were stuck with only a view of the neighborhood displays that were pretty spectacular, we must say. We watched rockets of colorful explosives (seriously) blasting off in the air and then they trailed down upon roof tops. We were glad that it was a damp night, so nothing in our area caught on fire. About 2:00 a.m. the fireworks came to sort of a halt, and we went to sleep. The next day the streets were covered with burned out fireworks. No one cleans up their own, probably because they can't find them. They just wait for the city to do it. It took a couple of weeks, but now things are pretty much back to normal with just minimal trash strewn around.
Of course with the New Year always comes our ill-fated resolutions to lose weight and to exercise to get in better shape. That lasted about a week, and then we're back to our German Indulgences--marzipan chocolates and baked apples with ice cream. We had a nice devotional, and the speaker said, "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." Philippians 4:13 Believe! Believe! Believe!
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