Hey, have you seen Tranq’s porch? Wow! And that view! I’d like to have my morning coffee there.

We don’t have a porch. In fact: most houses in Germany don’t. In Germany the weather doesn’t favor porches. And: we Germans are a rather secluded pack. We like our private lives to unfold behind closed doors and curtains, because everything the neighbors or the public can see has to be “tip top in Ordnung”, in order, clean, up to social standards. Germans have terraces in the backyard, where no one can see. If it’s warm enough you can have breakfast naked. Well: that’s definitely a plus of terraces.

Travelling in Texas we enjoyed the porches very much. Like the one at Sara’s in Houston:
Detlef on Porch
By Detlef.

I like to be part of the action without having to be in the middle of it. At Sara’s you could see what’s going on in the street, greet the joggers, wave at the bicycle riders, watch the pizza deliverers:
View from Porch
By Detlef.

My own porch would probably look a little more like this:
Porch Life
By Detlef.

Even this would be fine, as long as there is something going on in front of me. Not all the time. But from time to time.
Chairs on Porch
By Detlef.

Somebody I know passing by: “How are you doing?” – “How is your day?” – “Are you having fun?” You know: that small-talk kind of thing. I love that. Probably Jeb is right: We have to move to Texas.

This one is a little over the top. And it’s too far from the street to have a little chat. I’d probably have my morning coffee up in that little steeple. “Hey, you! Come up here!”
House in Gozales, Texas
W.B. Houston House from 1895 in Gonzales, Texas. By Detlef.

I feel cars generally get in the way of life on the porch, because of the noise and: you can’t talk to someone driving by in a car. I like those porches in the Faulkner novels set in  Mississippi at the start of the 20th century. Porches on Main Street. Well: Coffee shops took over that function. And blogs…

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