The last night of November always means wrapping little packages for the 5 "Adventcalendars" I give out every year. I am done with 2 of them which still leaves me with more gifts to wrap than I want to think about. Like every year, the 30th of November will be a loooong night...
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tonight I dropped son and a friend off for "A Night At The Museum." They will sleep in the museum between huge models and skeletons of dinosaurs and other creatures.
They brought their sleeping bags, lots of food and flashlights. And they assured me that they are not afraid at all...
Saturday, November 14, 2009
On our last day the sunny, coudless sky made Vienna shine. And because of the beauty of Vienna's white, majestical buildings, the old copperstone roads, the delicious chocolate and my dear friend's refusal to leave, we almosed missed our plane back home. We really almost didn't make it.
Look! Finally a picture son choses to be in!!! Yes!
Of course, here comes his Buddy.
And his sister, who has been told that this IS son's trip, is also sneeking into the picture, with a pathetic look on her face...
Friday, November 13, 2009
On our second day in Vienna we woke up to light, drizzling rain. We took the tram to this oddly beautiful, shabby chic style - has Rachel Ashwell been here yet? - train station.
And from there we went to a coffee shop where we had the most delicious breakfast, served by a most patient waitress...
The rest of the day we spent mostly in front of the Hundertwasser Haus...
inside the Hundertwasser coffee shop,
before we went to the Kunsthaus with the Hundertwasser exhibit.
I do believe we all know as much as there is to know about Friedensreich Hundertwasser now.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
A very heartfelt recommendation: if ever in Vienna, don't miss the "Das Schwarze Kameel", a tiny little patisserie shop, downtown Bognerstrasse. Make sure you purchase the dessert in a glass on the first day you are there. I bet you will return every single day during the duration of your stay.
Once a year, a friend of mine, her son, my son and I take a trip to an European city for a few days. We usually pick a city, explore it, go to museums, eat the local food and talk and talk and talk. It is great fun for all of us and it gives me the chance to concentrate on my son without being constantly interrupted because "something important has happened". Which is more likely than not, a dog walking by.
This year, we had decided on Vienna, Austria.
And we had extended an invitation to daughter because husband was gone himself. She had promised not to interrupt any conversations and to keep in mind that this was a trip for the boys and talk about dogs of any kind had to be limited.
View from the Stephansdom:
We have been taking those trips with the boys for a few years now, and it has been interesting to watch them approach a new city. When they were younger they were most interested in toy stores, where they could buy Yu-Gi-Oh cards and where we would eat lunch. Now, they clearly have an opinion on where we go and what sights we pick (and boy, there was a lot of grief when I made them attend a show of the "Spanische Hofreitschule".) They can spend hours in a museum and actually enjoy art!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
There are only one kind of shoes daughter and I will wear inside the house: Moroccan Babouches. There are made out of very soft leather, have no soles and come in the most beautiful colors, the tip of the shoes are round, never pointy. For a few days they also have a very unique leathery smell, some people might say they stink...but they are so comfortable.
Unfortunately babouches are almost impossible to get outside of Morocco. So when husband called from a market and said there were market stalls next to market stalls loaded with the most colorful babouches we asked him to bring as many as possible.
And he did. Daughter and I are now proud owners of over 15 pairs of blue, pink, white and lavender colored babouches.