Being a bonafided city kid (Yes, I just called myself a “kid”) I have/had a hard time relating to people who know so much about animals. It’s just not for me. Not to mention, each time I encounter a Zoo (or Arizona Diamondbacks game…that is a story for another time), I expect something bad to happen. In my life, I have only visited the Zoo a handful of times. In the first grade, my class was selected to go on an educational field trip to a petting zoo. My first horrifying experience occurred during our lunch time. I was enjoying my applesauce when suddenly I was stung by what felt like 1,000 bees. In reality it was two mosquito bites, but who’s really counting? My grandmother, bless her heart, had to take my pants off in front of the rest of my classmates. (Thank goodness, she chaperoned this trip!) This event, of course, was definitely not one of my finer moments and I can’t help but think “Gosh, if only I would have worn my Rainbow Bright undies instead of my Care Bear ones” (it just would have given me more edge and I had a rep to protect). On my second zoo visit, my family and I were so excited to visit that we lost track of time. I was home so late that my boyfriend at the time broke up with me because we missed a BBQ at his uncle’s place (…Yeah, he broke my heart…Asshole). Finally, in my early twenties and recently married, my then “new” husband Jaime, my family and I decided to take a stroll through the LA Zoo. We had a lovely day, but the memory of our trip has always been overshowed by the memory of how sad my mom was, knowing that I would be moving a few states away from her in the very near future. I had not been to a Zoo since…
Knowing this, you can imagine my fear when my husband Jaime, comes home and states “Hey, We’re going to the Zoo on Saturday!” My heart immediately begins to race, I find myself perspiring in a cold sweat and begin to think “oh fuck, he is going to ask me for a divorce.” I mean, this would be the perfect place to ask for it…right? Logically, Children are around, Mom’s would be immediately pissed off if I freaked out and the “Polizei” (German Po-Po) would be called if I decided to throw him in the Tigers pen. At this point, if Jaime were going to ask for a divorce why wouldn’t it be here? I’ve been stung, dumped and heart broken here before, why should this visit be different? When he asked me what I thought about going on Saturday I simply smiled and replied “Yeah, totally, I love the zoo”.
Saturday finally arrived, and there we were. Jaime thrilled to be exploring a new area of Bavaria, our friends Kevin and Harper discussing dinner plans in the city and there I was… mortified. Just waiting for the other shoe to drop…Finally, I tell Jaime “I’m not an animal person! There are a lot of kids and there are too many carts”. Jaime quickly responds “what are you talking about? You love the zoo…we went to the zoo with your family when we first got married”. When he says this, I realize that Jaime should get an “A” for awesome. Once again the universe has reminded me that I am a lunatic. (Can someone please remind me to send her a “Thank You” card).
It was an amazing day to be at the Nuremberg Zoo. The sun was shining (which is much appreciated in these parts), the park was full of laugher and the smell of sweet popcorn was enchanting.The German zoo experience was very different, here you can drink Beer! (Geez, don’t threaten my husband with a good time). I was very impressed with the calibur of this zoo. I mean, they had a few dolphins and mantees at this location, in turn that means they rock! I enjoyed learning new facts from my husband and our friends, especially when they do not sound real. I learned that there is such a thing as a Red Panda. My friend Kevin mentioned it and I thought he was lying. It’s not a bear, but more like a red raccoon (and it’s one of the cutest creatures ever!!!). And I really enjoyed visitng the lion, polar bear, penguins, seals, rams, flamingos, gorillas and so many more animals there! (Nuremberg ZOO)
After all the hill walking and animal observing, the four of us were starving. We headed down to the closest Sushi bar that our GPS could find. The resturant we were instructed to go to by “Arthur” (Our GPS) was completely booked for reservations. Luckily, We came across a lovely sushi bar down the street from where we initially intended to eat. The customer service was fantastic. The waitress was incredibly friendly and brought over a pumpkin potatoe salad as an appetizer. I know what your thinking… “Potatoe and Pumpkin…what is she thinking?” I was pretty apprehensive too, but my friend Harper described it best “It’s different, but it’s good” and boy was the Man right! The Haru Sushi Bar also had Miso Soup. (YUM) Sake, Japanese beer and of course sushi! If you’re ever in the area, and feel the need for some great Japanese, the Haru Sushi Bar is the place to be. (The link to their business is in my FOODIE section of my BLOGROLL on the right!)
Finally, by the end of our trip I learned something important about myself. I am extremely difficult to entertain. Don’t get me wrong, my husband and friends are phenomenal to be around, but I realized that although I saw many animals and had amazing dinner, the most exciting part of our visit was standing there watching the tiger. The tiger was roaring fiercely like there was no mañana. And Johana instead of being “ooh and aah” at a family friendly dolphin show, was hoping the tiger roared louder and would at least come close to leaping out of the pen. Which ultimately makes me wonder, do I bring the bad zoo Juju upon myself?