My Schnucki

Schnucki Lebkuchenherzen I got from the Passauer Dult

If you’ve been reading my posts, you would have noticed that I mention ‘my Schnucki’ a lot…and I understand if you’re more than a little confused.

So, who/what is my Schnucki, you ask?

If you know a little bit of German, you would know that the word ‘Schnucki’ (pronounced like shnookie and rhymes with the word cookie) is one of those gooey pet names that you call your significant other and/or close family members like your children. Like you might say ‘honey’ or ‘sweetheart’ in English.

If you’ve connected the dots, you would now know that when I say ‘my Schnucki’, I am referring to my partner, who is in fact, German.

The story of why we call each other ‘Schnucki’ is a long one and actually happened before we had even started dating.

Once upon a time, I went to Japan as an exchange student to study at a university in Kyoto. During my year long exchange, I lived at the university’s international dormitory where I made a lot of amazing friends from all over the world. One of them was a kind and beautiful German…and well, you can figure out the rest of the story!

Since our amazing time in Japan, we’ve had a year apart, a year in New Zealand together, and now a year in Germany. It is really funny how life works sometimes – I never in my wildest dreams would have thought I would live in a country on the other side of the world like Germany and yet, here I am!

The reason why I call him ‘my Schnucki’ on this blog is because I haven’t actually gotten around to asking him if I can use his real name on here…which I probably should. But I guess ‘Schnucki’ will do for now – I’m quite fond of it, actually!

My Schnucki and I – Aka Island in Okinawa, Japan