On Thursday, Derek and the kids drove from Hamburg down to Munich and stopped in Rothenburg on the way. I think Derek has some cell phone pictures of the day.
I flew in the evening from Hamburg to Munich and took a cab to the apartment we rented. I found Derek standing in the (high 40 degree) rain, trying to find the way in to the building. The kids were in the car, generally tearing it apart. Derek left to find the landlord, I paid the cab driver and went to talk to the kids. I opened the car door and they were all in there, windows steamed up, looking up at me excitedly. Charlotte starts clamoring, "Mom! Mom! Guess what happened! I put my hand in some bushes and got a itchy rash with spots all over my hand! Grace broke her finger! [here, Grace holds up her ring finger of her left hand with the end part from the last knuckle on at a really odd, awkward angle] And Eli almost got hit by a car!". I'm still standing in the rain, somewhat stunned, looking down at them smiling up at me. Eli pipes up in this squeaky little voice, "A van hit me!!!" Okaaaay. Apparently, it was an eventful day.
[Eli's was a near miss. A little too close for comfort, but he is totally fine]. [And something is definitely amiss with Grace's finger, but apparently it happened before we left at a softball practice and it doesn't hurt so we will leave it till we get home. Never a dull moment.]
This sums up alot of the trip for me, actually. All the complications of travelling and the things that don't go quite right with 3 kids, without the comforts of home to fall back on. I think I spent alot of the Frankfurt leg of the trip stressed out - just waiting for the next moment when someone would inevitably throw a fit, get lost, get hurt or suddenly and desperately need to find something to eat, something to drink or somewhere to pee. It bugged me because I have an image of myself as someone who loves to travel and I want to share that love of adventure with the kids, which is hard to do when you are anxious and exasperated. I think we have settled in better in Munich, stopped taking ourselves so damn seriously, and I see it as a growing experience for all of us.
Munich is a very cool city. I don't have too many pictures from today, but we made it down into the old center of town and walked around a good bit, even though it was rainy and cold.
This girls in the Marienplatz.
Me and the girls on the Munich subway.
Eli was very insistent on "pulling the handles" to open the doors. This was challenging during rush hour, because he is not that quick about it. Several times, some faster commuter beat him to door. Finally, at our last stop the train was cleared out and he got the chance to open the doors all by himself.
All three kids watching a movie before bed.