Our party of eight left Freiburg this morning for a 5 1/2 hour train ride to Milan. The kids were annoying, but the scenery was amazing. Now I see why the Swiss Alps are a thing .
The kids have been celebrating Fastnacht at their schools. Today everyone came in costume, and treats and fun were had by all.
Yesterday it was pajamas, songs, and candy thrown.
Apparently, there’s even more excitement ahead next week.
I’ve been trying to ride my bike a little less like a Kearney County country kid and a bit more like a Freiburg girl. It’s eat or be eaten out there in the intersections.
On Monday night, I was running late for German class and riding extra fast. The light was turning yellow, but I kept pedaling. The car ahead of me had a similar course of action. Then, it stopped. Very quickly. So quick that I couldn’t stop in time, and I ran into it.
Besides, non-aggressive bike riding, another mark of a Kearney County country kid is saying, “I got hit by a deer” instead of “I hit a deer.”
Well, I felt a like a little bit like a deer after my collision. Luckily, no need for the dead wagon.
The driver got out of his car, and I replied to his incomprehensible German, “Alles gut,” and walked my bike the last block to class.
This afternoon the twins and I met the bigs at a playground near Hauptbahnhof. I always have such well intentioned plans. Dance isn’t until 2:50; the kids can have a little outside free time before class starts...
Sadly, this didn’t happen. Lee had thrown a huge fit about leaving the house that caused us to miss our train and be very late. We were so late meeting up with Thom and Vinnie, they couldn’t play at all,
We started the walk to dance and five minutes in, Vinnie stopped and full of panic said, “I left my sporthalle bag at the playground!”
Only the twins and Vinnie take this modern dance and movement class so Thom volunteered to go back for the bag.
I herded the littles the last five minutes to arrive at dance just three minutes tardy.
I settled in--my mise en place for whatever I had planned for my favorite hour of the week. I love sitting in the library while the three littles are dancing and listening to beautiful music.
I questioned him with a thumbs up sign.
He shook his head.
“It wasn’t on the bench where she left it. I looked everywhere.”
I left my happy place at the library table to search for this GD bag.
I walked over the blue bridge imagining finding it and anticipating the satisfying feeling of relief.
I arrived at the playground, looked long and hard, walked in circles, scaled the mounds, but didn’t see it.
Would someone actually take a kid’s bag with little gym shoes inside?
I approached two moms and asked them if they had seen Vinnie’s bag.
Neither of them had. One said she had just gotten there.
Then, the other asked me what was inside the bag.
“Just shoes and a water bottle.”
“Do you know what kind of shoes?”
“I think Adidas.”
“A man found a bag with white shoes in them, and he said he was going to give it to the police.”
I was pleased to have this information, but I couldn’t help but be annoyed. The bag was unsupervised for may fifteen minutes. Tops. It really needs to be turned into the police?
I asked the woman if she knew where the police station was, but she wasn’t from Freiburg. She told me that she sees them go through the park quite often so I could just wait for one.
Instead, I checked Google maps, and there was a “Polizeiposten” two minutes away.
I was buzzed in.
“Sprechen Sie Englisch?”
This literally means a little, but, in reality, it usually means they’re fluent.
“My daughter left her Sporthalletasche at the playground, and I was told a man may have brought it here.”
“What’s your daughter’s name?”
He grinned and repeated, "Lavinia."
He left the room and returned holding the bag.
Vinnie had written just her first name in the ID card and a creative spelling of Maria-Theresia.
The police officer suggested a few more details be added.
He also gave us the information of the gentleman that turned in the bag.
“Maybe you can call him or write a postcard.”
This morning the twins and I met Mom and Dad in Basel to kick off another Thomsen tour of Europe. Basel gets top marks. We drank water straight from the fountain, saw the Rhine, and enjoyed wandering about. I loved how not crowded it was. I’m looking forward to going back with the bigs and Errol soon.
After morning snow, we caught some blue skies this afternoon at the playground near Thom’s futsal. I’m hoping it’s a good weather omen for Mom and Dad’s trip next week!
Walking home from our tram stop this afternoon, the bigs were reminiscing about Domino’s and Papa John’s. The crust! The garlic sauce! The official pizza of the Denver Broncos!
I didn’t really have the right ingredients to make pizza tonight, but we did. Turns out Pfannkuchen makes for a decent crust.
This morning Errol asked me what kind of cake he was supposed to buy. I texted back, “A big pink heart one. FEBRUARY!”
February is a special month for our family. We kicked it off with a fun party with our Virginians. A big pink heart cake wasn’t found, but we still had a lovely time.
The Sider Josts introduced our family to the game Pantomime. It’s charades with picture cards, and the twins were so adorable playing. A couple times Errol laughed so hard he teared up, and that is one of my favorite things ever.