Miles is now officially big enough for his first ride in the i-Chariot, an elegant bicycle-drawn conveyance.
We took him for an inaugural spin down Ravenna Boulevard to Green Lake. Here we return to the neighborhood in style.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Miles' Chariot Ride
Miles is now officially big enough for his first ride in the i-Chariot, an elegant bicycle-drawn conveyance.
We took him for an inaugural spin down Ravenna Boulevard to Green Lake. Here we return to the neighborhood in style.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Stairmaster
One of the best things about being home is that Miles now knows the world has more than one story.
Watch him make the discovery here.
Watch him make the discovery here.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Haus Sweet Haus
We miss the beer 'n' brats of Munich, but it's great to be back on our home turf.
There's nothing like having a proper stove to cook on again.
And lots of floor space for scuttling around.
A place to store Daddy's shoes.
And a library to ransack.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Flight of the Muffinhead (II)
One aspect of going home that we were not looking forward to was.... actually going home. The 15+ hour journey from Munich to Seattle via London -- particularly the long transatlantic flight -- promised to push us to the limit.
Our attentive readers will remember what an ordeal the New York-to-Paris leg of our trip in September turned out to be. In fact, an unspoken motivation for accepting the posting to Munich was the opportunity to delay our next major flight with Miles.
After all that trepidation, the reality was almost too pleasant to believe.
Though we were all exhausted before we even got on the plane, Miles comported himself like the intrepid little traveler he has become.
He managed the journey without a single notable meltdown, which would have been an achievement even for an adult.
Both grandmas came to meet us at Sea-Tac.
After 104 days and 15 hours on the road, Miles was back home in his playroom.
And a comfy crib awaited him.
Our attentive readers will remember what an ordeal the New York-to-Paris leg of our trip in September turned out to be. In fact, an unspoken motivation for accepting the posting to Munich was the opportunity to delay our next major flight with Miles.
After all that trepidation, the reality was almost too pleasant to believe.
Though we were all exhausted before we even got on the plane, Miles comported himself like the intrepid little traveler he has become.
He managed the journey without a single notable meltdown, which would have been an achievement even for an adult.
Both grandmas came to meet us at Sea-Tac.
After 104 days and 15 hours on the road, Miles was back home in his playroom.
And a comfy crib awaited him.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Packing Up in Munchen
Suddenly, it was time to say goodbye to our temporary but much-loved home in Munich.
With Miles' diligent help, we packed up our belongings and schlepped them to Deutsche Post.
We made a farewell tour of Marienplatz and the Altstadt.
We caught one last political demonstration -- actual Communists, apparently quite unreformed, marching through Marienplatz. A healthy contingent of riot police were there to keep tabs.
We stopped in at Dallmayr for lunch and a final gathering of foodstuff for the journey home.
Miles was eager to take one last look around, too...
...and to sample some of Munich's finest beverages before returning to a country with a somewhat more restrictive drinking age.
Lisa scaled the towers of Munich to catch a view of the cathedral and the Rathaus.
We took another look at the creepy/cool statue on Tal.
Finally, we dropped in on Lisa's favorite haunt, the open-air Viktualienmarkt.
Ingrid, our favorite grocer, who always gave Miles some free goodies, was sad to see us go.
And we knew we would miss all those tasty German meats.
Can't get enough of them.
Ah yes, we'll miss those meats.
OK, we're ready to go home now.
Miles found it hard to say goodbye to his favorite babysitter, Madina, and her boyfriend Niko.
Back at the Maximillian, we paid a last visit to the fabulous restaurant and home-away-from home operated by Thomas and Brigitte.
Their hospitality was a mainstay of our trip, and it was great to have a nice restaurant where we could (usually) bring Miles.
Our server Rezi was another good friend and big Miles fan.
As was our charming receptionist, Doris.
To all our friends in Munich, we'll miss you -- auf Wiedersehen!
With Miles' diligent help, we packed up our belongings and schlepped them to Deutsche Post.
We made a farewell tour of Marienplatz and the Altstadt.
We caught one last political demonstration -- actual Communists, apparently quite unreformed, marching through Marienplatz. A healthy contingent of riot police were there to keep tabs.
We stopped in at Dallmayr for lunch and a final gathering of foodstuff for the journey home.
Miles was eager to take one last look around, too...
...and to sample some of Munich's finest beverages before returning to a country with a somewhat more restrictive drinking age.
Lisa scaled the towers of Munich to catch a view of the cathedral and the Rathaus.
We took another look at the creepy/cool statue on Tal.
Finally, we dropped in on Lisa's favorite haunt, the open-air Viktualienmarkt.
Ingrid, our favorite grocer, who always gave Miles some free goodies, was sad to see us go.
And we knew we would miss all those tasty German meats.
Can't get enough of them.
Ah yes, we'll miss those meats.
OK, we're ready to go home now.
Miles found it hard to say goodbye to his favorite babysitter, Madina, and her boyfriend Niko.
Back at the Maximillian, we paid a last visit to the fabulous restaurant and home-away-from home operated by Thomas and Brigitte.
Their hospitality was a mainstay of our trip, and it was great to have a nice restaurant where we could (usually) bring Miles.
Our server Rezi was another good friend and big Miles fan.
As was our charming receptionist, Doris.
To all our friends in Munich, we'll miss you -- auf Wiedersehen!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Der Rauchverbot
One of the few consistently unpleasant aspects of our stay in Munich was the persistence of smoking in public places. Our otherwise enlightened European friends, however wary they may be of launching wars or tinkering with the genetic code of vegetables, somehow remain tolerant or even enthusiastic about filling the immediate atmosphere with tobacco-based carginogens.
More than a few of our otherwise excellent meals in Munich's fine restaurants were marred by billowing clouds of airborne toxicity. The presence of an infant at a nearby table rarely caused anyone to hesitate to light up.
On the few occasions when we mentioned to restaurateurs that it might be a nice idea to add a non-smoking sections for patrons lacking an interest in acquiring cancer, they invariably replied, "Oh, just wait. The Rauchverbot is coming on January 1." We came to understand this meant the "smoking ban."
Some time ago, the Bavarian state government decided to intervene on behalf of the health of its citizens, and announced that after January 1, 2008, smoking would no longer be allowed in most public places, including restaurants, cafes, bars, etc. The Germans, being notoriously law-abiding citizens, seemed resigned if not uniformly excited about this legislation. But it seemed to occur to none of the owners of these establishments that they were perfectly free to act before January 1.
As a result, we coughed and choked our way through three months in Germany, knowing that as soon as the law changed we would be going home. In the end, we only enjoyed four days of the Rauchverbot. But they were wonderful. The rate of compliance was shocking -- establishments like the Hofbrauhaus that had been besieged with tobacco fog for a century were suddenly liberated by fresh air.
A few posters announced the plans for a demonstration by smokers enraged by the new regime of persecution, but they seemed no match for the Health Ministry, not to mention millions of lungs now breathing freely.
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