We started school this year living in a hotel room. While it was fun to walk the kids to school every morning past pieces of the Berlin Wall, by the time Emma started school we'd moved to our home. I woke up one morning, couldn't stand the hotel any more, and we just camped out in our empty house. Other than the air mattress deflating under us, it worked out well. Now we have all our stuff and the house is a maze of boxes, but the kids love walking to the bus every morning and back in the afternoons--we even got offered beer on Monday by the older men (wearing hats, Linnea!) sitting at the town fountain under the May tree. Since none of us were turning 18 we declined. Apparently the tradition is that every town has a fest night where all the youth who have turned 18 that year get completely drunk under the auspices of the town elders. Red hats are involved. Nobody in our little village turned 18 this year but it didn't stop the elders from celebrating.
2 comments:
Is Noe sad to be the lonely left at home? Hopefully the pastries are helping bridge the gap!
The kids were that excited for school, huh?
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