Killesberg Park
Whew!
We are just back from an excursion to Killesberg Park in Stuttgart. Had a bit of a rough time getting there as Dora chose downtown Stuttgart to get constipated on me...meaning, she decided to freeze up. By the time I realized that she was not talking to me, we were God knows where and I had to wait until a stoplight to quick reset her. Wench.
Then, she got back at me for cursing at her (under my breath) by deciding to take me on the weirdest, most twisty and turny route to the park. I love it when she does this, like when we were headed to the salt mines outside of Salzburg and found ourselves on a road barely wider than a cowpath. Oh, we made it all right, but we were getting a little worried. Her little "shortcuts" are sometimes alarming.
Finally, we made it to the park (the drive home was ridiculously easy, so I know the route there was just Dora's revenge), found a place to put the car and loaded up the buggy. The park is quite lovely, full of flowers and fountains, geese and ducks and even flamingoes. There is a large playground, a couple of restaurants, a theater, an outdoor concert venue, and best of all--a train for the kids.
We had lunch in an arbor by the rose garden. I almost felt like a noblewoman, lunching on the terrace below the flower-bedecked arbor, surrounded by blooming roses in a myriad of colors. Almost. Except for the kids chasing each other around and the scent of Annika's stinky diaper. And the fact that I was eating peanut butter sandwich and pickles instead of pate and cucumber sandwiches. We stayed there for quite awhile. Josiah and Annika chased each other around the little stone paths between the bushes and FOR ONCE they listened to me and NO ONE touched a rose. I was positive that despite repeated warnings that roses are prickly, someone would end up screaming after disobeying. But no one did. Shocking, I know.
After that, we found the playground and played for a good long while, then we hiked over to ride the train. Now we're home and relaxing. We got the first season of The Muppet Show from our pals at Netflix...Josiah and Annika are surprisingly in love with it, they are laughing like crazy behind me. Hans and I watch it more for nostalgia's sake. We only recognize about half of the celebrities that are guesting, but that's OK. The corny 1970s outfits and jokes make up for it. Or maybe it was the 80s, I'm not really sure.
Oh, and while we were hanging out at the park, we got to listen to the B-52s warming up for a concert tonight--LOVE SHACK, BABY!!
Enjoy the pictures!
We are just back from an excursion to Killesberg Park in Stuttgart. Had a bit of a rough time getting there as Dora chose downtown Stuttgart to get constipated on me...meaning, she decided to freeze up. By the time I realized that she was not talking to me, we were God knows where and I had to wait until a stoplight to quick reset her. Wench.
Then, she got back at me for cursing at her (under my breath) by deciding to take me on the weirdest, most twisty and turny route to the park. I love it when she does this, like when we were headed to the salt mines outside of Salzburg and found ourselves on a road barely wider than a cowpath. Oh, we made it all right, but we were getting a little worried. Her little "shortcuts" are sometimes alarming.
Finally, we made it to the park (the drive home was ridiculously easy, so I know the route there was just Dora's revenge), found a place to put the car and loaded up the buggy. The park is quite lovely, full of flowers and fountains, geese and ducks and even flamingoes. There is a large playground, a couple of restaurants, a theater, an outdoor concert venue, and best of all--a train for the kids.
We had lunch in an arbor by the rose garden. I almost felt like a noblewoman, lunching on the terrace below the flower-bedecked arbor, surrounded by blooming roses in a myriad of colors. Almost. Except for the kids chasing each other around and the scent of Annika's stinky diaper. And the fact that I was eating peanut butter sandwich and pickles instead of pate and cucumber sandwiches. We stayed there for quite awhile. Josiah and Annika chased each other around the little stone paths between the bushes and FOR ONCE they listened to me and NO ONE touched a rose. I was positive that despite repeated warnings that roses are prickly, someone would end up screaming after disobeying. But no one did. Shocking, I know.
After that, we found the playground and played for a good long while, then we hiked over to ride the train. Now we're home and relaxing. We got the first season of The Muppet Show from our pals at Netflix...Josiah and Annika are surprisingly in love with it, they are laughing like crazy behind me. Hans and I watch it more for nostalgia's sake. We only recognize about half of the celebrities that are guesting, but that's OK. The corny 1970s outfits and jokes make up for it. Or maybe it was the 80s, I'm not really sure.
Oh, and while we were hanging out at the park, we got to listen to the B-52s warming up for a concert tonight--LOVE SHACK, BABY!!
Enjoy the pictures!
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[Full disclosure: I own all three seasons on DVD, to the great delight of a) the niece, and b) various friends. Also, the first season had a fair number of guests who were friends of either Henson or the British producers, hence the "who the HECK?" factor involved.]
You actually heard the B52's? How cool. I admire you for your continuing explorations. Sounds like it was a good day. Now if you could just trust Dora...
Hey Andrew, I have a weird question for you, so e-mail me, OK?