A day of Euro-ness
After seemingly months of rain and gloom and cold, the sun finally seems to have come out for an extended stay this week, which does wonders for the mood. So, since we needed to go back to the baby store near Freiburg, Germany, to claim a tax refund at some point, we figured yesterday would be a perfect day to do that and stop along the way at one of our favorite places, the Saturday morning market in Freiburg. I had the full-on casual Euro thing goin' on:
Football jersey in honor of the World Cup (or, as we call it here, the Weltmeisterschaft, or WM if you prefer--and kindly ignore that it's an official jersey of the Norwegian national team, who failed to make the tournament)?...CHECK!
Man-purse?...CHECK!
Man-pris (as Dave has dubbed them)?...CHECK!
Bratwurst in one hand?...CHECK!
Very German-looking man on a bicycle in the background?...CHECK!
About the only thing I'm missing is either a beer or cigarette in my other hand.
But I wasn't the only one going Euro. See, Gretchen has a fondness for pretty much all European things for children...toys, clothes, etc. Most of them are quite expensive by American standards, but the color and craftsmanship is enough to make her linger in almost any children's store. Sure enough, we stopped in one and while we were looking around, Gretchen came across a stuffed doll that reminded her of a Euro version of what she called a "Dressie Bessie" that she evidently grew up with...it has laces and buttons and velcro and snaps and evidently helps kids learn how to fasten clothing. From the look in her eye, I could see that no matter what the cost (and let's just say it wasn't cheap, although she rationalised it by saying we could use our tax refund to pay for it), the chances of leaving Freiburg without it were pretty slim--and I was right:
I sure hope baby likes stuffed animals, because I think we've managed to amass a lifetime's collection worth before she's even born.
Football jersey in honor of the World Cup (or, as we call it here, the Weltmeisterschaft, or WM if you prefer--and kindly ignore that it's an official jersey of the Norwegian national team, who failed to make the tournament)?...CHECK!
Man-purse?...CHECK!
Man-pris (as Dave has dubbed them)?...CHECK!
Bratwurst in one hand?...CHECK!
Very German-looking man on a bicycle in the background?...CHECK!
About the only thing I'm missing is either a beer or cigarette in my other hand.
But I wasn't the only one going Euro. See, Gretchen has a fondness for pretty much all European things for children...toys, clothes, etc. Most of them are quite expensive by American standards, but the color and craftsmanship is enough to make her linger in almost any children's store. Sure enough, we stopped in one and while we were looking around, Gretchen came across a stuffed doll that reminded her of a Euro version of what she called a "Dressie Bessie" that she evidently grew up with...it has laces and buttons and velcro and snaps and evidently helps kids learn how to fasten clothing. From the look in her eye, I could see that no matter what the cost (and let's just say it wasn't cheap, although she rationalised it by saying we could use our tax refund to pay for it), the chances of leaving Freiburg without it were pretty slim--and I was right:
I sure hope baby likes stuffed animals, because I think we've managed to amass a lifetime's collection worth before she's even born.
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