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!
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