it was an epic weekend. we packed as much family+aupair outing time as possible into our last weekend together. we drove to france and fed popcorn to monkeys. and went to a falconry. and had two picnics. and ate ice cream. and walked around a sweet open air museum in the black forest. i can't get it into my head that i'm leaving in three days, but my body knows. i've been shaking all day.
freiburg pulled at my heartstrings a little bit this morning. everyone i met was charming and wonderful. i found some treasures to pack in my suitcase. there was a group of teenage boys singing bob dylan on the street. an old man with a violin and an italian string ensemble. a saint bernard sitting in the bächle. another marzipan croissant with coffee.
also: you can still buy cloves in germany. i bought a pile today, and i'm gonna try my luck at customs.
as much as i'm ready to leave, i will miss this awkward country. so i'm trying to do everything important one last time, with some ceremony. turkish food is at the very top of the list. it's my favorite food in germany. i have dreams about baked rice pudding and garlic yogurt sauce. so kelly and i hit up Harem last weekend for a final dish of vegetable saç, and it was so excellent.
i was ravenous from an all-day hike and devoured it before i could snap a good picture. these are from this winter, sharing the turkish-food-love with mumsey and pops.
i'm supposed to fly to iceland in a week, but there's a volcano a blowin'. not ideal. i pride myself in being a stress-free traveler, and i thought i was unshakable, but this volcano business has me nervous. because my body literally aches to be on the move again, and plate tectonics might keep me grounded. yes, this is stress.
the photo is from reykjavik in 2006. i used to be quite a fan of iceland. i'm re-evaluating.
i had such wonderful intentions. i have Holga photos to post and so many sweet yellow forsythia pictures. but my powerbook died today, and with it went my camera software. and also, tragically, the playlists that have kept me alive this winter.
i believe the winter is gone for good now, which means i am ready to re-enter the world. the weather is warm, the forsythia is blooming, and i can't stop moving. i've been running in the forest in the mornings, getting my legs ready for the mountains. because i'll be in the rockies in no time at all! i can already taste the PBR.
kelly and i went to the north sea last weekend and stayed on a sad deserted island called sylt. it was fantastically cold, but we managed to:
have the most decadent of train picnics walk for hours on frozen sand eat delicious fish sandwiches figure out the german word for oysters, then order some climb a giant dune for a nice view find some dank cheesecake in a doily-filled guesthouse take a ferry to denmark and withdraw 100 kroner buy wine over international waters bust out the Holga, before the sun disappeared find piles of pretty blue shells
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and now back in freiburg, the resurgence of winter. i am once again biking through blizzards with my 6 year olds, and i'm not psyched about it. i'm crawling underneath my duvet until i see sunshine.