Last Sunday, we visited Janne, our spring-longterm Couchsurfer, in her van.
It was my 33rd birthday the next day, and I felt like a five year old. Really, you know, when you´re a mom, or an adult, birthdays might loose their excitement-factor? But this one was faboulus! All my friends came and brought me presents, and we sat in the sun, and the kids made a mess and I totally enjoyed myself.
I have a firend who has berries. Loads and loads and loads. We got sunburned yesterday, spending hours picking them, and they looked so lovely:
Meanwhile, our sons cooled their feet in the well.
By the way, there are thousands - and I´m not exaggerating - fireflies around here, and every time we go to our Wupper, they dance in the forest and it looks like fairies. I tried taking pictures of them, but I´m not skilled enough and they don´t glow enough. But.. on those walks, we pass some fields, and our neighbouring farmer just made hay, so...
And the Christmas cookies, well...
I wanted to cheer Eva up, who was angry with the world (aren´t we all from time to time...), and I know she loves making cookies. Also, I thought our Elisa, who´s staying with us, would like to have the experience of authentic german christmas cookies. And then, the kids just came:
Oh, and the gay pride! See, Cologne has the second biggest Christopher Street parade in Germany, and it was blazing hot and we loved to join people dancing on the street.
I think my favourite picture of the parade though is this one:
Yeah, and I´ve got matching music!
More structure and not-diary-style content is coming, peomised ;)