I don’t think I can say it enough. Distance surely makes the heart grow fonder, or at least reveals what is important.
Along with being homesick, for my family most especially, I also miss cooking and baking. So, so much.
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The storm came and went, and the current sky is hinting at more rain.
So ist das Leben, oder?
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These round things – I don’t know quite how to name them – are classic German and every time I see one, I’m either glad to be in Europe or wishing I were.
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The old CD’s on the shelf have been quite the inspiration.
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Where are they all going?
To get good grades, to get into college, to get a degree, to get a good job, to make some money, to find a spouse, to make some more money, to send the kids to college, to make some more money, to retire.
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I was asked if all the work and responsibility, as the oldest of eight, is a source of substantial annoyance – if there is a constant broken record in my mind, of how I wish it were different.
Plain and simple, my answer is no.
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I sat, waiting for the post office to reopen after lunch.
The countless benches outside, set up for public viewings of the recent soccer games, provided nice shade and some interesting views.
I’ve eaten more bread and more meat and more chocolate than I probably ever should.
But I’m in Switzerland. So I suppose it’s alright.
After a long morning of city adventures with the family, we all settled at home in time for Mittagspause.
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After a win for Die Mannschaft, and a good time watching the game, I think I may now enjoy soccer. At least, German soccer.
The curly haired cutie in the corner is, also, learning to appreciate new experiences – mainly, a foreign girl living in the house.
Their swimming pools are filled with fish.
Their swimming pools are also used for drinking water.
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The photo does the view no justice.
St. Gallen is altogether so very beautiful.
The decades old book is very little, but the words are sincere.
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After biking to the cathedral for Mass, we settled into a local favorite cafe, “Café Pelican.”
Birchermüsli was a classic Swiss choice, and apparently the healthiest on the menu.
The eventual thunder storm and my method of transportation left me no option but to leave home my camera.
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I never thought I look like a local. But apparently someone else did.
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They say Switzerland is expensive.
And I couldn’t agree more.