Children are wonderful….(When there’re young).
Our two were always very good on long trips, my wife would keep them occupied with car games like “I spy”, (who would ever have guessed
“A stitch!”), and songs like “The wheels on the bus”….. Only once did we experience the shock of hose like milk vomiting after a six hour drive to the continent (the milk came out of our infant’s mouth as if a solid arching rod of white plastic, only to cover the drivers (my) seat (at least sixteen inches away) from headrest to squab. (Luckily we were only a couple of miles from our destination and we had plenty of towels and bin bags, and I was not in the seat at the time).
Laughter was a given, and the beauty of their innocence stays with me to this day. On one trip, seeing a road side sign saying “Blueberries for sale” Our youngest chimed up with “BLUEBERRIES! Can I have some blueberries? I LOVE blueberries, Please, oh please”. Confused I looked over to my wife, she looked back similarly. “Tom”, I said “Have you ever eaten blueberries?” “No”, he said, in that wonderfully honest simple child way, seemingly not making the connection. The whole car erupted with laughter, our faces aching for some time afterwards. We were able to turn the car and supply his desires, blue tongues were compared with glee and giggles as we drove on.
Our two were always very good on long trips, my wife would keep them occupied with car games like “I spy”, (who would ever have guessed
“A stitch!”), and songs like “The wheels on the bus”….. Only once did we experience the shock of hose like milk vomiting after a six hour drive to the continent (the milk came out of our infant’s mouth as if a solid arching rod of white plastic, only to cover the drivers (my) seat (at least sixteen inches away) from headrest to squab. (Luckily we were only a couple of miles from our destination and we had plenty of towels and bin bags, and I was not in the seat at the time).
Laughter was a given, and the beauty of their innocence stays with me to this day. On one trip, seeing a road side sign saying “Blueberries for sale” Our youngest chimed up with “BLUEBERRIES! Can I have some blueberries? I LOVE blueberries, Please, oh please”. Confused I looked over to my wife, she looked back similarly. “Tom”, I said “Have you ever eaten blueberries?” “No”, he said, in that wonderfully honest simple child way, seemingly not making the connection. The whole car erupted with laughter, our faces aching for some time afterwards. We were able to turn the car and supply his desires, blue tongues were compared with glee and giggles as we drove on.
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In Germany Italians offer their ice and restaurants it's always well frequented.
Now for something completely different
Now for something completely different
Its "Eiscafe Villa Gina", have a nice retro furniture, looks like 19th century local. Just selling ice. They are on facebook. Its a pity they closed the thermal bath from the 80ies - it had a very nice architecture with warm colours. I liked the design a lot. They did not ask the people and just closed it down and it will be crushed down. Now we have to go to the Thermal Bath Herbstein. Its from end seventies, too. Everything inside is with wood(!) and it has some space age lamps in 60ies design they put on at night.
At school I went to see the careers advisor, I said that I would like to work with animals, so he recommended that I apply at Cruella de' Vil's puppy adoption and sausage factory.
Oh, memories of long childhood car journeys, my sister, the dog and myself on the back seat, the blue sick bowl between us. When one started, it often had a domino effect.
Oh, memories of long childhood car journeys, my sister, the dog and myself on the back seat, the blue sick bowl between us. When one started, it often had a domino effect.
I played a practical joke on my wife the other day and now she's mad at me.
I switched the wrappers on all of her chocolate bars, and now she has her snickers in a twix.
I switched the wrappers on all of her chocolate bars, and now she has her snickers in a twix.
That's a fact...
A couple of years ago (at around age 65), it occurred to me that I hadn't tried standing on my head in a while (like, say, a handful of decades). Screwed up something in my neck for about 6 months. Sheesh...
A couple of years ago (at around age 65), it occurred to me that I hadn't tried standing on my head in a while (like, say, a handful of decades). Screwed up something in my neck for about 6 months. Sheesh...