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Weekend photos

Since we started the school year, I have had little time to write. We have the first four weeks under our belts and we are slowly getting into a routine. I signed the kids up for a drama class and they love it. So once a week, we head out with a picnic lunch, our school books, and the ipad, and spend our day at the craft center on post. Therese's class is in the morning and the bigger kid's class is after lunch.

So, after a month, we were ready for a little fun this past weekend. We went to Garmisch and Ettal. God's handiwork is most impressive. Beauty was everywhere I looked. The weather was also perfect.

The hotel in Ettal.

The view from our balcony.

another view from the hotel

in the room, waiting to go to Garmisch. They tried watching cartoons in German, but opted for my ipad instead.

The view changed moment to moment. The same balcony view at a different time of day.

This was in the entrance to our building. The kids were fascinated. "How do you use it?" Jack asked.

The monastery dome across the street. The inside was breathtaking, and I will share that as soon as I figure out how to get photos from my phone.


Today we met with some friends and rode a cable car to the top of one of the mountains, Wank.

Miss Sassy

Enjoying the ride and the scenery


on top of the world

above the clouds







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  1. Salee ObozaOctober 7, 2014 at 3:22 AM

    Beautiful pictures! God's glory is tangible & truly amazing there.

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