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Sunday in Photos

According to the weather forecast, this is probably one of the last sunny, mild days for quite some time. We decided to make the most of it and take a hike in the nearby woods. The weather was perfect. The leaves were brilliant shades of yellow. What a glorious afternoon! The German's know how to live, I tell you. Right beside the start of the walking trails, there is a little hut that serves beer and brats. After our walk, which was about 5 kilometers, we enjoyed some German fare in the waning afternoon light.

It is hard to believe that we have been here for nine months. I don't feel like we have taken advantage of those months nearly enough. I already feel our time here slipping away. I mean, we could have already made a baby, and that seems to take forever! Maybe we need to make a Germany bucket list.

Tomorrow, we will head upstairs to the classroom and hit the books, but today, oh today, was just lovely! A balm for the soul.





We watched 'Monsters University' last night. They are practicing their scary faces.




pretending to take my picture with a stick


There was one puddle. And they spent lots of time throwing things into the puddle.




We looked close to see if any little fairies were hiding under here. It just looked so magical.




The view from the playground by the hut.

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  1. BarbaraNovember 4, 2014 at 7:33 AM

    Such beautiful pictures. Wish I could sit with a view of the hillsides and enjoy a cup of hot tea (while you enjoy your pilsner!).

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