OK, so Paris was NOT a bust, yahoo! We made it, in one piece, "safe and sound" as they say. I lost no children on the subway, did not run over any French people, and no one, as far as I know, got bitten by a camel! All is good. We did however, spend a ton of time in the car where the children had unlimited access to their Nintendo DS players and videos on my laptop. Brain suckers I say, none of them could spell their name when we arrived!
It took us 10 hours to make the 6.5 hour drive. Primarily due to the fact that the Autobahn was closed around Frankfurt and neither Gretta (my GPS) nor I have a 6th sense about direction and how to get around construction in a city. It took us over 2 hours to travel less than 20 miles. Imagine the response I gave when the children asked "are we there yet" and we hadn't even left town! We also had some experience with Paris traffic on the west side of our journey, which shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone, even Gretta...
We stayed in a B & B near Giverny, the town where Monet did most of his painting. The B&B was on a 10 acre farm with no other guests in it that week. Awesome for 3 little boys who have been watched over like hawks on every city street we travel on (they tell me I am over-protective about traffic...well, this may be true,but...if they would just watch where they were going!!). The boys were able to play outside without my supervision, something to remind them of home, and good for everyone I must say.
Giverny has turned into quite an artist colony since Monet put this very quaint, rustic, little 2 street village on the map. The village has many art galleries, art museums, as well as street side artists selling their wares. One gentleman had loads of sand delivered to his yard and used it to make sand sculptures. The rule was you could see the sculptures for free, but he asked for a euro or two for a photograph. The kids enjoyed the sculpture of a cool dragon and of the Last Supper. So much so, that after leaving, Daniel says to me (in a way only Daniel can), "mom, that was really cool we got to see that First Breakfast sculpture!" I am not kidding. He is funny, that boy. The boys were unimpressed with the impressionist museum claiming (too loudly I am afraid!) that the paintings all looked like blobs and asking when we were going to see some art that looked like something! Out of the mouths of babes, honestly, I thought the art looked like blobs too. I just would have never admitted it! Monet's house and gardens were fabulous. The gardens look exactly like you would imagine them to and have probably seen in every popular Monet artwork (or umbrella!).
We were wisely advised to avoid ever driving in Paris, even with trusty Gretta as our guide, so we took the train into the city. Smart choice. Paris traffic is AWFUL!!! I was going to say, "like none other" but I still have night terrors about riding in a taxi in Cairo, it may not be worse than that! We had an agenda of 3 or 4 (the 4th was going to be a bonus) sites to see in Paris. We saw 2. I know,it sounds kind of lame, but you try getting 3 distracted boys on and off subways, down streets filled with things to look at and pigeons to feed and still cover any ground. Not possible. So, I just let the boys set the pace (I say that now like I am such a calm mother, if you could have counted how many times I said, "Come ON boys, please! Hurry up! We will never get there at this rate!" You may think otherwise.)
We spent almost 3 hours at the Eiffel tower. A kind of goofy, but super popular tourist attraction. I know why; my kids loved it! It was pretty cool to be so high up and see the entire city. Fortunately for me, this attraction is one of the very few we have seen in Europe that has pretty good safety standards. There was almost no way my kids could have plummeted to their death off of the tower. I only had to worry about losing them in the giant crowd. The best part about the Eiffel tower (after the view) is the great number of pigeons in the courtyard below. The kids saved all their leftovers from lunch and fed pigeons for what seemed like hours. Connor's new claim to fame is that he caught 3 of them in his hands. Yuck! Don't they have bugs and stuff?
After getting lost for quite some time, (I should have brought Gretta) we ended up at Notre Dame. We actually made it here (by accident) for mass. Very cool. The church is truly amazing, and is worth all of the hype.
The day after Paris we visited Versailles. King Louie the 15th (I think) built this enormous structure to show off his wealth. Well done Louie, it is big and looks like it cost a lot of money. We toured the inside which was very cool, but not as cool 9at least to the boys) as the big snail we saw outside. I left the boys to look at this for about 45 minutes while I walked the gardens alone. They wanted to take it home. Boys are funny little creatures, aren't they?
Well, that about sums up our 5 day furlough to France. Jim was in Minnesota at the same time we were in France. This made the boys a little homesick for the first time. Jim brought back peanut butter and syrup so I think that helped a little. This week Jim is in Ireland for a few days and I am hanging out with Jim's brother Steve who came to visit for the week. It is really good to see him. The boys sat by the window for over an hour waiting for him to show up.
Once again dear friends, I wish you all the best!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
September 20 (Jim Update)
Hello All. We haven't updated this week since I was back in Minnesota for a sales meeting for a few days and Kathy was in Paris with the boys. It's nice that here in the FDA free zone one can get a potent Valium/Lithium/Quaalude cocktail over the counter to help cover the after-effects of Paris traffic. I imagine she'll put up an update on Paris soon.
Tonight we're going to the Maintal Hochstadt "Kartoffelfest". That is, the Maintal Hochstadt Potato Festival. There's a building on the little rustic main street of town with a big wooden gate in front called the Kaevern. (the cavern) It's owned by one of the many Vereine (clubs or societies) ubiquitous in Germany. The fest will happen in a little courtyard inside.
According to a guy we met here in town, there are 140 different Vereine in Maintal and pretty much everyone belongs to one or more. One guy we met, Berndt, belongs to five. His significant other, Uschi, is in the local women's archery verein. There's a verein for medieval reenactors. Cooking. Wine making. Cars. Whatever.
One guy, Ollie, is a member of the local Maennerballet (men's ballet) Verein that puts on a recital once per year, which sounds pretty funny. He's about my age and build with a good 30 pounds tacked on. He was on his third beer last time we saw him at the beer garden and he had to leave to go to rehearsal if that tells you anything. From the way he describes it I suspect it's a pretty humorous show. It sounds like a "get out of the house & go to the bar to get tanked with your buddies every week before practice" thing. The only price is looking like an awkward dope once per year in front of everyone you know, which seems like a pretty good deal. I may have to fire up the Nowthen men's ballet chapter when I get home. Hell, we could probably 'rehearse' for a year' and can the recital at the last minute anyway due to a rash of plie' injuries and be free and clear!
Anyway, the Kartoffelfest deals with all food that is potato related. Potato soup, salad, puffs, frites, etc. The Verein that puts it on was started in 1908 and from the German name I gather that its whole purpose is putting on eating & drinking events and concerts that also involve drinking. Now THAT's a Verein I could get behind. Like much in Germany the Kartoffelfest sounds like an excuse to imbibe beer.
Last Friday we were invited over for dinner to the home of a cool older couple we met, Berndt and Uschi (mentioned above). They're very nice, speak excellent english, are very interesting, and have a really, really, really great house. It was built in the mid-1500's which is cool but the really neat part is that it incorporates a tall stone tower that stands over and includes the old city gate.
The tower is older, from 1470, and the floor immediately above the city gate is their family room. The old cruciform gun/arrow ports are still there though they now have glass covering them so they're weather proof. The hole still exists where you could shoot crossbow bolts down or dump boiling oil on people trying to get through the gate, though it's now covered by the hardwood floor. The entire interior is a mix of ancient wooden beams and rustic bare stone walls juxtaposed with modern floors, heating radiators, lighting, etc. The next floor up is their guest bedroom. Up there, through the westward gun port window you have a surprising view of the entire Frankfurt skyline glittering some miles off in the distance, perfectly framed by the quaint old cobblestone main street of Hochstadt. (Frankfurt is the only German city with skyscrapers and a real skyline)
Now I don't normally feel the pangs of envy. I'm literally always happy when somebody I know buys something really cool or has a stroke of good luck. I get truly pumped when a friend comes out well on something. But I felt an unusual exception in this case. As interesting and fun to talk to as Berndt is and as sweet and kind as Uschi was, I felt the unfamiliar but strong desire to forge a revised will with me as the rightful heir to their house and tower and arrange some kind of accident. Fortunately this accursed conscience that my parents drilled into me as a child (along with my weak grasp of German) stayed my hand. Therefore instead of premeditated murder for material gain we had a tasty dinner with local Hessian specialties, had great conversation, our kids didn't destroy anything except a glass ashtray of Uschi's, and generally had a wonderful time. Probably all for the best.
We hope to see them tonight at the Kartoffelfest.
More later.
Tonight we're going to the Maintal Hochstadt "Kartoffelfest". That is, the Maintal Hochstadt Potato Festival. There's a building on the little rustic main street of town with a big wooden gate in front called the Kaevern. (the cavern) It's owned by one of the many Vereine (clubs or societies) ubiquitous in Germany. The fest will happen in a little courtyard inside.
According to a guy we met here in town, there are 140 different Vereine in Maintal and pretty much everyone belongs to one or more. One guy we met, Berndt, belongs to five. His significant other, Uschi, is in the local women's archery verein. There's a verein for medieval reenactors. Cooking. Wine making. Cars. Whatever.
One guy, Ollie, is a member of the local Maennerballet (men's ballet) Verein that puts on a recital once per year, which sounds pretty funny. He's about my age and build with a good 30 pounds tacked on. He was on his third beer last time we saw him at the beer garden and he had to leave to go to rehearsal if that tells you anything. From the way he describes it I suspect it's a pretty humorous show. It sounds like a "get out of the house & go to the bar to get tanked with your buddies every week before practice" thing. The only price is looking like an awkward dope once per year in front of everyone you know, which seems like a pretty good deal. I may have to fire up the Nowthen men's ballet chapter when I get home. Hell, we could probably 'rehearse' for a year' and can the recital at the last minute anyway due to a rash of plie' injuries and be free and clear!
Anyway, the Kartoffelfest deals with all food that is potato related. Potato soup, salad, puffs, frites, etc. The Verein that puts it on was started in 1908 and from the German name I gather that its whole purpose is putting on eating & drinking events and concerts that also involve drinking. Now THAT's a Verein I could get behind. Like much in Germany the Kartoffelfest sounds like an excuse to imbibe beer.
Last Friday we were invited over for dinner to the home of a cool older couple we met, Berndt and Uschi (mentioned above). They're very nice, speak excellent english, are very interesting, and have a really, really, really great house. It was built in the mid-1500's which is cool but the really neat part is that it incorporates a tall stone tower that stands over and includes the old city gate.
The tower is older, from 1470, and the floor immediately above the city gate is their family room. The old cruciform gun/arrow ports are still there though they now have glass covering them so they're weather proof. The hole still exists where you could shoot crossbow bolts down or dump boiling oil on people trying to get through the gate, though it's now covered by the hardwood floor. The entire interior is a mix of ancient wooden beams and rustic bare stone walls juxtaposed with modern floors, heating radiators, lighting, etc. The next floor up is their guest bedroom. Up there, through the westward gun port window you have a surprising view of the entire Frankfurt skyline glittering some miles off in the distance, perfectly framed by the quaint old cobblestone main street of Hochstadt. (Frankfurt is the only German city with skyscrapers and a real skyline)
Now I don't normally feel the pangs of envy. I'm literally always happy when somebody I know buys something really cool or has a stroke of good luck. I get truly pumped when a friend comes out well on something. But I felt an unusual exception in this case. As interesting and fun to talk to as Berndt is and as sweet and kind as Uschi was, I felt the unfamiliar but strong desire to forge a revised will with me as the rightful heir to their house and tower and arrange some kind of accident. Fortunately this accursed conscience that my parents drilled into me as a child (along with my weak grasp of German) stayed my hand. Therefore instead of premeditated murder for material gain we had a tasty dinner with local Hessian specialties, had great conversation, our kids didn't destroy anything except a glass ashtray of Uschi's, and generally had a wonderful time. Probably all for the best.
We hope to see them tonight at the Kartoffelfest.
More later.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A day at the beach!
OK, so I know Jim just updated the blog last night, and my intention is not to overwhelm any readers by taking up too much time, but this is pretty funny!
So, knowing Tuesday was going to be the nicest day of the week, we planned to blow off school and go to the beach. This is, by the way, the thing I enjoy most about Home Schooling- the endless flexibility- very nice! So I used the internet (and Yahoo Babel Fish- my new favorite translating web site) to find a local beach. No worries. Gretta (my GPS) actually got us there without incident (very often we are lost!).
We find the beach, pay to get in, get changed and walk towards the beach. The very first person we see is an older than me younger than my mother, topless women. I quickly take the boys (who have pointed out every pair of breasts on magazines, art work, advertisements and sculptures since we have been in Europe) out of her ear shot and explain to them that just like all of the breasts we have seen around town, the Europeans are also more liberal about this on the beach, so get your comments out now before we walk by. They of course make the obligatory "oh gross" barfing sounds (while sneaking peeks I am certain!) and we head to the sand. We plop down our towels and get settled only to discover that not only are there a smattering of other topless women around the beach, there is also an entire section of naked people just to the left of us! Just imagine my boys reaction! Of course the naked people were separated by a gate on the sand, but we all shared the same diving/swimming docks. Too funny! As I am pointing this fact out to Daniel before he heads to a particular floating dock, he says, "don't worry mom, I have seen lots of naked people before!" Really? Where? As a side note, most people in this world, shouldn't be naked on a public beach. Enjoy your day dear friends!
So, knowing Tuesday was going to be the nicest day of the week, we planned to blow off school and go to the beach. This is, by the way, the thing I enjoy most about Home Schooling- the endless flexibility- very nice! So I used the internet (and Yahoo Babel Fish- my new favorite translating web site) to find a local beach. No worries. Gretta (my GPS) actually got us there without incident (very often we are lost!).
We find the beach, pay to get in, get changed and walk towards the beach. The very first person we see is an older than me younger than my mother, topless women. I quickly take the boys (who have pointed out every pair of breasts on magazines, art work, advertisements and sculptures since we have been in Europe) out of her ear shot and explain to them that just like all of the breasts we have seen around town, the Europeans are also more liberal about this on the beach, so get your comments out now before we walk by. They of course make the obligatory "oh gross" barfing sounds (while sneaking peeks I am certain!) and we head to the sand. We plop down our towels and get settled only to discover that not only are there a smattering of other topless women around the beach, there is also an entire section of naked people just to the left of us! Just imagine my boys reaction! Of course the naked people were separated by a gate on the sand, but we all shared the same diving/swimming docks. Too funny! As I am pointing this fact out to Daniel before he heads to a particular floating dock, he says, "don't worry mom, I have seen lots of naked people before!" Really? Where? As a side note, most people in this world, shouldn't be naked on a public beach. Enjoy your day dear friends!
Update September 9 (Jim Update)
As Kathy implied, I recently wrote up a few hundred word update covering the end of our vacation. Unfortunately our wireless kicked me off about one paragraph in, so I lost a solid hour's writing. My resentment has subsided so I'll try again.
Being married to Little Miss Extrovert (hereafter referred to as LME), we have a little cadre of acquaintances here in Maintal Hochstadt after only two weeks. The first guy we met is the owner of the tiny local brewery, named Ingo. Yes, she is also good at selecting the best people to get to know. LIKE THE GUY WHO MAKES THE TOWN BEER! We toured his brewhaus - about the size of our living room - and had beer with him at 11:00 a.m. that Saturday. Subsequently LME and I have met his wife, daughter, and a few other locals.
People seem nice and one of the guys we met is a retired pilot who owns a house attached to the tower containing the gate to the old part of our town. We're going over to his place on Friday to take a look inside the tower built in 1470. We were clear with him up front that even though the building is made of stone and has stood for 539 years, our boys are destructive and we can't make any guarantees. He's willing to take the chance.
Pretty much everyone we've met has eventually asked, "So how did you end up in Hochstadt?" so it definitely feels off the beaten path. We're enjoying the local beer and last night had some of the regional specialty, 'Handkaese mit Musik". Literally 'hand cheese with music'. The hand cheese is a soft, transluscent stinky cheese. It's served drenched in oil, vinegar, and garlic with finely chopped onions. The 'with music' name is because of the tendency for those toppings to make you toot. Who says the krauts don't have a sense of humor.
The first weekend we also went to the Freiwilliges Feuerwehr Fest or volunteer fire department picnic. For those of you who grew up in a small town like I did, it is exactly like the volunteer fire department picnics back home. Only it's Bitburger on tap rather than Miller light and it's Bratwurst and Spiessbraten rather than burgers and dogs. Also, the band plays mostly really really crappy german music rather than Creedence and Lynrd Skynrd covers. The crowd went ape shit for their rendition of 99 Luftballoons if that tells you anything, but I was pretty pumped to hear a song where I knew the words and could sing along! But the red faced, drunk locals are just like the red faced, drunk locals back home. It almost made me homesick. See ya/auf wiedersehen.
Being married to Little Miss Extrovert (hereafter referred to as LME), we have a little cadre of acquaintances here in Maintal Hochstadt after only two weeks. The first guy we met is the owner of the tiny local brewery, named Ingo. Yes, she is also good at selecting the best people to get to know. LIKE THE GUY WHO MAKES THE TOWN BEER! We toured his brewhaus - about the size of our living room - and had beer with him at 11:00 a.m. that Saturday. Subsequently LME and I have met his wife, daughter, and a few other locals.
People seem nice and one of the guys we met is a retired pilot who owns a house attached to the tower containing the gate to the old part of our town. We're going over to his place on Friday to take a look inside the tower built in 1470. We were clear with him up front that even though the building is made of stone and has stood for 539 years, our boys are destructive and we can't make any guarantees. He's willing to take the chance.
Pretty much everyone we've met has eventually asked, "So how did you end up in Hochstadt?" so it definitely feels off the beaten path. We're enjoying the local beer and last night had some of the regional specialty, 'Handkaese mit Musik". Literally 'hand cheese with music'. The hand cheese is a soft, transluscent stinky cheese. It's served drenched in oil, vinegar, and garlic with finely chopped onions. The 'with music' name is because of the tendency for those toppings to make you toot. Who says the krauts don't have a sense of humor.
The first weekend we also went to the Freiwilliges Feuerwehr Fest or volunteer fire department picnic. For those of you who grew up in a small town like I did, it is exactly like the volunteer fire department picnics back home. Only it's Bitburger on tap rather than Miller light and it's Bratwurst and Spiessbraten rather than burgers and dogs. Also, the band plays mostly really really crappy german music rather than Creedence and Lynrd Skynrd covers. The crowd went ape shit for their rendition of 99 Luftballoons if that tells you anything, but I was pretty pumped to hear a song where I knew the words and could sing along! But the red faced, drunk locals are just like the red faced, drunk locals back home. It almost made me homesick. See ya/auf wiedersehen.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Happy First Day of School Minnesota!
I mistakenly told my kids that today was the first day of school for all of their friends back in Minnesota. Imagine the complaints I got from them about us starting early! Oops! I need to learn to keep my mouth shut! Anyway, to all of you mothers out there who will finally have a quiet house, enjoy! Shed a tear or two if you must, but enjoy wallowing in the silence.
We spent the weekend driving to Bastogne, Belgium, the site of the famous "Battle of the Bulge" of WWII. It was very cool. We toured a museum that had those little audio tour headsets to carry around. The kids loved it. I will let you guess which kid and which husband loved it the most! I bought Michael a Battle of the Bulge comic book, he has since devoured it, logging in every detail I am sure. I feel sorry for any history professors that make an error in a lecture. Michael isn't super forgiving of those kinds of mistakes! Cool that the kids get a first hand look at a very pivotal point of WWII.
After struggling to find a hotel that would sleep 5 of us (use a French accent and say, "It is impossible!" a few 15 times, and see if it kind of bugs you after awhile!). As a note in point, it is impossible. Hotels rooms very seldom sleep 4 much less than 5 in Europe. We ended up getting 2 rooms in a town that seldom sees tourists (so much so that people asked us how we ended up there!) and bedded down for the night. Sunday we drove to Diekirch, Luxembourg, another site of a big battle in WWII. The kids were able to climb on tanks and tour another pretty impressive museum. Again, Michael and Jim were the last ones out, Connor, Daniel and I held in for much of the self-guided audio tour, then the ants in the boys pants kicked in and we were back climbing on tanks! American Veterans are still being honored here for all they have done for this little section of the world. It was nice to see.
This week we are planning on taking advantage of the great forecasted weather (high 70's/low 80's) and will get out as much as possible. Jim is going to Minnesota for 5 days leaving on Sunday. I (being brave or crazy we will see which) am planning on taking the kids to Paris while he is gone. It is about a 7 hour drive through Germany, Luxembourg then France. I am hoping to find a place to stay far enough outside of Paris to avoid ever driving in the city. I have heard it can be overwhelming and scary! We plan on using the city's train system to get around. If anyone out there has ever taken 3 kids to Paris by themselves and survived, I would love some pointers!
If you are near the Ranch Sunday evening, stop in and say hi to Jim, I am guessing he won't have much chance for visiting, so you would have to drop in on him. He is instructed to bring back syrup (it is $11 for a small bottle here) and Legos from the basement. Remind him, will you? All the best my dear friends! Tchuss!
We spent the weekend driving to Bastogne, Belgium, the site of the famous "Battle of the Bulge" of WWII. It was very cool. We toured a museum that had those little audio tour headsets to carry around. The kids loved it. I will let you guess which kid and which husband loved it the most! I bought Michael a Battle of the Bulge comic book, he has since devoured it, logging in every detail I am sure. I feel sorry for any history professors that make an error in a lecture. Michael isn't super forgiving of those kinds of mistakes! Cool that the kids get a first hand look at a very pivotal point of WWII.
After struggling to find a hotel that would sleep 5 of us (use a French accent and say, "It is impossible!" a few 15 times, and see if it kind of bugs you after awhile!). As a note in point, it is impossible. Hotels rooms very seldom sleep 4 much less than 5 in Europe. We ended up getting 2 rooms in a town that seldom sees tourists (so much so that people asked us how we ended up there!) and bedded down for the night. Sunday we drove to Diekirch, Luxembourg, another site of a big battle in WWII. The kids were able to climb on tanks and tour another pretty impressive museum. Again, Michael and Jim were the last ones out, Connor, Daniel and I held in for much of the self-guided audio tour, then the ants in the boys pants kicked in and we were back climbing on tanks! American Veterans are still being honored here for all they have done for this little section of the world. It was nice to see.
This week we are planning on taking advantage of the great forecasted weather (high 70's/low 80's) and will get out as much as possible. Jim is going to Minnesota for 5 days leaving on Sunday. I (being brave or crazy we will see which) am planning on taking the kids to Paris while he is gone. It is about a 7 hour drive through Germany, Luxembourg then France. I am hoping to find a place to stay far enough outside of Paris to avoid ever driving in the city. I have heard it can be overwhelming and scary! We plan on using the city's train system to get around. If anyone out there has ever taken 3 kids to Paris by themselves and survived, I would love some pointers!
If you are near the Ranch Sunday evening, stop in and say hi to Jim, I am guessing he won't have much chance for visiting, so you would have to drop in on him. He is instructed to bring back syrup (it is $11 for a small bottle here) and Legos from the basement. Remind him, will you? All the best my dear friends! Tchuss!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Home Schooling blues...
Ok, so people have said, "you never know Kathy, you may want to keep homeschooling when you get back..." yeah, probably not. It isn't as bad as all that, but I have to give all my teacher friends out there huge amounts of credit for having so much patience with my children! Trying to keep all 3 boys on task, sitting at the same table, while doing different things is going to be my challenge. They seem to enjoy distracting each other and then blaming someone else for their work being undone. Character building, character building, character building...don't let me forget!
Everyday we get more and more accustomed to the area. I found a fantastic pool complex about 30 minutes away that I took the kids to on Tuesday. The place is a total throw back to an earlier life in the USA when we didn't live in such a "Nanny State" . Between the three large pools, I only saw one lifeguard who sat inside an office. No one was monitoring the high dive or the low dive, and kids and parents were generally responsible for their own safety. Kind of refreshing I have to say.
Yesterday, I took the kids on an impromptu walk to the next town. Impromptu I say, because we planned on walking to the store for milk when we happened upon a bike path. We ended up going about 3 miles total, which would have been fine except I didn't pack any water. I did not hear the end of it- the boys were convinced they were dying of dehydration! They should all go into theater production with the amount of drama they can produce.
Heading to a Jewish museum in Frankfurt today. The rain just stopped and we have almost finished school for the day. Time for a field trip!
Everyday we get more and more accustomed to the area. I found a fantastic pool complex about 30 minutes away that I took the kids to on Tuesday. The place is a total throw back to an earlier life in the USA when we didn't live in such a "Nanny State" . Between the three large pools, I only saw one lifeguard who sat inside an office. No one was monitoring the high dive or the low dive, and kids and parents were generally responsible for their own safety. Kind of refreshing I have to say.
Yesterday, I took the kids on an impromptu walk to the next town. Impromptu I say, because we planned on walking to the store for milk when we happened upon a bike path. We ended up going about 3 miles total, which would have been fine except I didn't pack any water. I did not hear the end of it- the boys were convinced they were dying of dehydration! They should all go into theater production with the amount of drama they can produce.
Heading to a Jewish museum in Frankfurt today. The rain just stopped and we have almost finished school for the day. Time for a field trip!
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