I think most of you know that our five-month sojourn is really nothing more than a thinly-disguised excuse to see our granddaughter Clara, and her parents, Craig and Annie, here in Berlin. For those of you who are watching this blog for Clara pix, here ya go:
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- I love Curious George!
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- Ymmmmm, pizza!
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- Thanks, Grandma.
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- Ice cream… yum.
Tomorrow, it’s back to regular programming, with a report on my favorite street in the whole world: Karl-Marx-Allee, originally named Stalinallee.
Hi Z,
A quick story about our grand daughter fix.
A couple of weeks ago Melanie had a job as a sub for the English as a second language class. Michele volunteered to baby sit Lise for the week so Melanie could do it. I decided to visit for a couple of days.
I decided to make a road trip out of it and drive the TT down instead of fly. Yes, this makes sense. Two days to drive down, two days to visit, two days to drive home. The penalty was that this was to be an I-5 blast, not a red road tour. Oh Well.
I left the day before Michele so that we would get there at the same time. So far, so good. On the second day, I was having lunch with a cousin from my mother’s side of the family in Red Bluff, CA. Michele calls to let me know that the flight she was on had flown half way to the Bay Area and had been turned back and had been sent back to Seattle because of the Asiana crash landing.
She found out quickly that getting to the Bay Area was going to take a couple of days. Solution that she came up with-she booked a flight to Sacramento and her loved one picked her up there after she parachuted down. I had company from SAC to SFO! Wow.
Clara, you rock!