The littles and I were at the Stadtgarten for over three hours this afternoon. The only way I got them out of there was the promise of fries from the chicken man. These kids sure like to play. And hot fried food.
Now they’re huddled around the screen like good American children. They’re desperately searching the crowd for Thom and Errol at the Real Madrid game. No sightings thus far.
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Anne Thomsen lord
Writings on our year abroad.