lech photos

Clockwise from the top:
Frederick on our terrace. Thomas asleep after sauna, Thomas with a Gormley statue, cow, adorable Swiss kid in the building, mountains


You might notice not a lot of sunny pictures...when the sun did come out, I never thought to take a picture...but then again the Lech vacation is not for the faint of heart. We have been walking so much, I have now lost any appetite. No kidding...I told Thomas this on our latest walk, and he said Oh yes that is because your body thinks if you are going to keep walking up hills like this it had better shed a few pounds. That and you are not eating enough carbs. Meat is harder to turn to sugar and that is why you are dizzy. This is the man I married. Fear not bloggers, I am not a thin waif, yet. But if I do not get onto that floating boat restaurant in Turkey soon, I might.
Frederick is loving life...going to the Schneider's house every day the first week with four other boys: three from Germany and one cousin of Luis'. They were quite a group. F told me "Luis has every thing a kid could want: his own soccer field (a mini one behind the house), and ipod touch, and the biggest bed i have ever seen."
They hiked, played soccer, went to the pool, had sausage roasts, swam, biked, all with the Schneider babysitter and often on their own. The freedom children have around here is bliss. I cannot tell you how grateful I am this little San Francisco kid gets to have just a taste of it. He is now in soccer camp with the local kids and a German coach. He says they taught them the "Zidane" whatever that is. Presumably not the head butt.
I have my system for the walks..music, gummi bears and absolutely no talking to anyone. Poor thomas....I have given up the standard Lech greeting to anyone they encounter..because it is just irritating. Katia and I have decided that on long hikes, a feeling of hatred inevitably crops up and will be directed usually at the husband in front of you. Bit like childbirth, that....all pain is forgotten, and the next sunny day one is looking at one's husband and saying: why don't we try for a girl? and off we go up hill again.

I am watching the sun and the markets go down...more guests come to the Schneiders tomorrow...we will try to be mellow, but one is a winemaker from Burgundy whose family has been doing this since the 15th century. Good news is he has an American wife who is a margarita fan, so of course the Schneiders thought of me...
xoxooxo