tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-158206552024-03-07T05:48:26.859+01:00Blog Ness MonsterThe Blog Ness Monster: Coming up for air from the murky depths of parenthood...Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.comBlogger882125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-28115605790243578682013-03-15T13:43:00.004+01:002013-03-15T13:44:33.085+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lookie what just arrived in the mail! I'd like to knock that smug expression right off of his face! (It's a boxing dummy.)<br />
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S wanted it in a color other than black because as he said: "I ain't no racist". But lighter colored ones are 40 Euros more expensive. I'm trying not to think about that one too deeply... Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-44037647248867165372012-12-26T08:30:00.001+01:002012-12-26T08:30:46.178+01:00Launching themselves into the new year!<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qqK1pUW9VcM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-34021248227887026202012-12-26T07:30:00.000+01:002012-12-26T08:32:50.271+01:00Desperate times...The supermarkets are still closed for Christmas and we've run out of food so we've decided to start grilling the children. This one is a little tough and stringy...
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Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-87933528790764381872012-12-25T15:29:00.002+01:002012-12-25T15:29:34.461+01:00Safety first!Helicopter parenting at its best...
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"MOM! You want to hear something really disgusting?! I kicked E in the mouth today during sparring and I could feel my foot slide across his lips! It was so GROSS! Like, if his teeth had been crooked and in the shape of letters I could have read them with the side of my foot!"Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-43922013715444009872012-12-20T08:40:00.000+01:002012-12-20T08:40:03.096+01:00Dubstep StaircaseS being a goofball and getting his daily workout! :-)
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<br />Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-58483450195109610732012-11-13T07:14:00.003+01:002012-11-13T07:14:59.735+01:00ba dum dum.S is dancing around the living room with his shirt off. He's got a huge purple bruise on his chest.<br />
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"Booby trap."Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-5590019823095991492012-11-13T07:07:00.002+01:002012-11-13T07:41:52.677+01:00Photo update<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Goodbye sweet Frieda. We loved you very much.Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-60149470652867539832012-08-20T17:20:00.001+02:002012-08-20T17:20:44.237+02:00Other random vacation photos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-75948131050588029632012-08-18T18:59:00.004+02:002012-08-20T16:40:35.034+02:00We finally got our groove back! (and just in time!)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It turned out that the bug we caught was a stomach virus that quickly swept through the rest of the campsite.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We heard that it also spread through campgrounds in nearby Croatia, a viral souvenir carried along, no doubt, by travelers passing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even after we recovered physically, however, we just couldn’t reclaim our normal vacation Mojo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We showed up for concerts that were cancelled at the last minute, took hikes that turned out to be dead ends, got a ticket for accidentally driving an a bus lane and arrived at museums right at closing time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the boys were bickering nonstop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Usually they get along very well, but the past few weeks they’ve been constantly on each other’s nerves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(And on ours.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A couple of days ago it came to a head and I was ready to pack up and go home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or maybe just ready for the boys to pack up and go home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>;-)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I’m so glad we didn’t, because suddenly our luck turned around, and funnily enough it was a huge thunderstorm that caused it!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">M has been wanting to travel higher into the mountains for a couple of weeks now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We finally got our act together and drove out to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamnik" target="_blank">Velika Planina</a> and took a gondola up 1500m for a spectacular view of the valley below.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Except for that the very second we stepped out of the gondola a huge cloud front swept over the mountains and blotted out the view.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> ...a</span>nd then it started thundering and lightning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the boys started bickering again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We hiked for a half hour, straight up, eschewing the easier paths along the way, which turned out to be a good thing because right as we happened to reach a ski hut it started POURING.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We shared a long wooden table with other Slovenian hikers and drank coffee and then later beer and watched the rain come down in sheets outside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it was so bizarre and unfortunate that we all looked at each other and started to laugh—we ended up having a really nice time!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The storm continued and was so bad that the ground station send taxis up to rescue us all and we piled into rickety, leaking old Yugoslavian SUV’s for a hair raising ride down the mountain with a driver who admitted he couldn’t see anything through the windshield, but that it was no problem because he was driving on autopilot anyway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The storm continued to rage and everyone else was able to squeeze in the gondola to go down and we stayed behind and the man who worked the gondolas and ski lifts gave us a tour of the engine room and showed us how everything works.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After that we rode down in the gondola together and drove home happy and back in our vacation groove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yesterday we spent a lovely afternoon in Ljubljana—it’s really one of my favorite cities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We spent a couple of hours in the “<a href="http://www.visitljubljana.com/en/events/24834/detail.html" target="_blank">Bodies Revealed</a>” exhibit, had a nice supper right on the river and then spent a couple of hours wandering around and enjoying the street performers and the people watching.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ljubljana is a student town and so vibrant and friendly—it was still teeming with people when we left at 10pm.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This morning M and I got up early and took one of our traditional hikes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last week we’d tried to follow<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a route to a lookout point and a wrong turn foiled our plans.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today we figured it out and hiked a couple of hours through the forest up a steep trail- it was so peaceful and quiet and it felt great to be physically active!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly we came out into a clearing and saw the most spectacular view of the valley, surrounding villages, mountain backdrop and Lake Bled in all its glory!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had brunch at a small mountain hut and enjoyed the breeze and the view—it was one of those memorable moments and a fantastic way to close out this vacation and end on a good note.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We’re now back at the campsite packing things up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boys are at the lake swimming with friends and I guess it’s time to close this and help fold up the tent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love Slovenia—plan to write a complete ode to the country later in a separate post.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is a wonderful place to spend a vacation and we will definitely be back…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-8124054941917101912012-08-12T12:07:00.002+02:002012-08-20T16:27:14.108+02:00Into the looking glass<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This morning S, M and I walked into <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radovljica" target="_blank">Radovljica</a> and had coffee in the old town square.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>S and M ducked into a shop and I was waiting outside with D when I heard someone say:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hey!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you speak English?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not wanting / needing contact with any strangers I shook my head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“What?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No English?! Where are you from?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Holland” “Holland!?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And you don’t speak English?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looked at me with a smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Nevermind. Why don’t you go have a look in my gallery while you’re waiting?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s over there” and he gestured to a doorway in an ancient building.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to admit that my curiosity was piqued.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were chicken noises being played very loudly over small speakers set up near the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A poster in the doorway said “CHICKENS” in Slovenian in all caps and I saw a long row of tiny ceramic chickens glued to a shelf on the wall in the hall leading into the house.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The house was *amazing* .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The hall opened up into a courtyard with old terrazzo tiles and 3 stories of balconies with vines growing on them and hanging plants that hung from almost every surface.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here and there were random ceramic sculptures:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>a bust of a woman, a tiny yellow horse, a square tile covered in at least 100 miniature green frogs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was so strange and magical, I was instantly charmed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly I felt someone staring at me and I looked up to see a tortoiseshell cat perched on a railing and peering down disdainfully.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I climbed up a flight of ancient wooden steps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Came upon a sofa, a small table with a book on it, and a beautiful view down into the courtyard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was also obvious that someone lived on this floor, so I beat a hasty retreat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">M and S arrived and we heard someone come noisily down the steps and suddenly a large woman burst into the courtyard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Oh, you’re here for the gallery?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We nodded, gave up all pretenses about not speaking English and asked about the house which it turns out, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>is more than 500 years old and has been in her husband’s family since his grandfather bought it in 1910.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She led us into the cellar— still not sure if this is what they were calling a “gallery”?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were a couple of shelves with various plates and bowls, none of them having anything remotely to do with chickens.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I kept waiting for a hard sell or some kind of trick, but it never came.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This woman was just genuinely friendly—she gave us a handful of postcards with pictures of the house in various eras and then said that if we didn’t mind that she’d like to close up and go join her husband outside in the café for coffee...</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We were all a bit grumpy today and needed a distraction, and what could be better than MONKEYS?! We took a quick trip over the border to Austria where we visited an old fort, saw a show with some predatory birds and then the MONKEYS!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The monkey park was 40,000 hectares with 140 or so Japanese Macaques who roamed wild and came down from the trees to inspect the strange groups of humans who wandered through their territory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Wingdings;">:-)</span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We’re not yet back to 100% but hopefully moving in the right direction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This morning<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>M and I walked to the next village over to have coffee on the patio of a funny bar we’ve stumbled across.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We sat under parasols and enjoyed the warm breeze and laughed about the free glass of Tang-like liquid that came with every cup of coffee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Afterwards we stopped by a bakery to buy bread.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most of the bread here is white, and I’ve been puzzling for a week as to how to find something whole wheat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although many people speak good English no one seems to respond to the term “whole wheat”, probably because it doesn’t seem like anyone eats it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was all excited because I thought I’d finally figured it out by comparing the lists of ingredients in 5 different former-Yugoslavian languages on the back of a package of bread that seemed like it might actually be whole wheat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<em>Polno-Zrnati</em>”!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In Russian the word “<em>Pol’no</em>” means “<em>whole</em>” and the Bosnian word is apparently “<em>Integrali</em>” like it is in Italian.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was pretty confident that I’d finally found the right word!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We walked into the bakery and I said:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hi!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you have “<em>Polno-Zrnati Kruh</em>?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The girl behind the counter smiled and said:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<em>Yes!</em>”, obviously pleased with my attempts to use her language.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She pointed to a very big, very white loaf of bread.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was crestfallen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<em>Oh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sorry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was looking for “Vollkorn</em>”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(using the German, which everyone seems to understand for some reason.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“<em>No, no, you were right!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Polno-Zrnati</em>!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she smiled at me again happily.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“<em>Hmm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Really?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because that looks very white to me.</em>”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“<em>Well yes!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That’s because it’s half white, half black</em>!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“<em>OK.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you have something that’s maybe only black</em>?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“<em>Oh yes</em>!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she pointed to another similar white loaf next to it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“<em>This one is black, it just doesn’t have seeds.</em>”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I went ahead and bought it just because she’d been so friendly but it’s just about as white as my babies’ butts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It tastes great, but the mystery continues…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-13174575496637010802012-08-09T11:01:00.000+02:002012-08-09T11:01:03.038+02:00Back in the land of the living.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve lost two whole days!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last night I kept thinking:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>yesterday when we had dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh no—that was two days ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Last night when I took a shower...<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh—wait:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that was two days ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yesterday when I brushed my teeth…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">B’s malady was apparently contagious and felled S and me in one blow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I haven’t been that sick in a loooooong time!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>M was a rock and spent the entire night bailing vomit out of our s(t)inking ship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>S threw up every half hour from 10pm to 8am.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t keep pace with him but was completely miserable as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>…and then the fever set in.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We’d had a bbq with friends the evening before and M said that in the morning our campsite looked like the morning after a big frat party.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Leftovers and dishes everywhere, half-full cups of assorted beverates and articles of clothing strewn all over the place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then of course the telltale signs of vomit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>;-)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a night with literally no sleep he cleaned everything up, washed the dishes, washed S’s clothing and sleeping bag in the glacial river, hauled water and made a run to the supermarket for supplies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Forget Superman, M is the real superhero in this story.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">S and I spent yesterday in a stupor- too wiped out to do anything other than lay flat and stare at the ceiling and occasionally doze off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today we’re feeling much better, relatively fit, happy to be healthy again and looking forward to actually leaving the campground and seeing something other than the inside of a bucket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thank God for coffee, Ibuprofen and a good man who knew exactly what to do at exactly the right moments!</span></span></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-75415443069182077912012-08-06T17:25:00.001+02:002012-08-06T17:25:30.024+02:00The "kindness" of strangers...<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Today the kids wanted to hang out on the campground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>B is on the mend but not quite yet 100% so he hung out in the shade with a book and some movies on the laptop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>S spent the day building dams in the river with some friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>M and I took a long leisurely hike through the countryside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We walked along an idyllic river—crystal clear water, smooth stones and schools of trout that swam lazily in the sunshine close to shore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every now and then we passed through small villages with ancient farm cottages with boxes of geraniums in the upper story windows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Eventually we came to a small town and spent some time meandering through old town, admiring beautiful old buildings dating all the way back to the 1600’s.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was really enjoying the hike but was also sweltering in the heat, especially since I was wearing a long-sleeved sunguard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the way out of town we passed a small grocery store and I peered in the windows to see if they sold bottled water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Suddenly a smiling face appeared at the window, so rather than just lurk I stepped inside.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A friendly, somewhat wall-eyed man smiled at me from his perch behind the cash register.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“Oh yes—do you have water?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“What?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Um, yes, I’m looking for water.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">He nodded, smiled and said:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Follow me!”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fully confused, I followed him to the back of the store and through a door to the restroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> ??? </span>He took the sole small glass down off of a shelf above the sink, swished it out under the faucet and rubbed it helpfully between his fingers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then he filled it up, handed it to me, smiled beatifically and said:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Here you are.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">What could I do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was so nice that I didn’t feel like I could refuse his gift.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I accepted it, drank it (with HUGE reservations), thanked him for his kindness and left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At least we know how to get to the clinic if I end up following B’s lead and barfing my guts out as well….<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>;-)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-41117575720962886552012-08-05T13:03:00.002+02:002012-08-05T13:03:30.072+02:00Note to self 2:<span style="font-family: Calibri;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Never make jokes about Giardia because you will probably be the one on bucket duty when the inevitable happens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Poor B is sick, sick, sick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We took him to a local clinic this morning and the doctor said there’s unfortunately nothing we can do but let it take its course and wait it out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Remember <a href="http://bverhe01.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-my-nightmare.html" target="_blank">this</a>?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, thankfully our trip to the medical clinic here was pretty much the opposite of that experience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The neighboring town is small but the medical facilities are bright and clean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The staff was friendly and very kind to B.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They didn’t load him up with strange, unnecessary medicines and the local supermarket was even open so that we could stock up on crackers and Gatorade!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have Gl</span>ü<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">ck im Unglück as the Germans say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love this country!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(** note:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>B is finally sleeping and I hope that we’ve turned the corner...)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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We visited one of my favorite cities today. At first we were worried we’d picked the wrong day—it was sweltering and many of the shops are apparently closed on Saturday afternoon. The whole place was a ghost town so we ducked into an outdoor jazz bar to escape the 35 degree heat. Enjoyed cool drinks in the shade of large trees to the strains of Billie Holiday and and chatted with a local guy who was cradling his infant son whom he’d named after a Formula 1 driver.<br />
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We asked the waiter where we could get some good local food and he directed us to Sarajevo, a Serbian restaurant down the street. It was one of the most bizarre meals we’ve had in a long time. The restaurant was in a somewhat sinister dungeon-like basement with strange, random memorabilia on the walls: the top of a trunk from an old Zastava, a jacket from the 1984 Olympics, signed photos of Yugoslavian celebrities, twinkling fairy lights and a large video screen that flashed bizarre, subversive Yugoslavian (and post Communist era) propaganda between music videos and Zastava advertisements. The food was solid Balkan fare—M and S got their fill of meat and B and I ate roasted peppers, beans, flatbread and shopska salad until we thought we might burst.<br />
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After that we wandered along the river and enjoyed the street musicians and performance artists. Ljubliana is lively and friendly and we probably enjoyed people-watching as much as the live music and acrobatics.<br />
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At one point S shouted: MOM! LOOK! And pointed down at the grass next to the bridge where we were standing. There was a HUGE rat-like creature serenely munching away at leftover flatbread and other debris. This thing was at least a half meter long, (without his tail!) (and for those of you who know how bad I am at guesstimating size / weight / volume / etc, I can tell you that it was M with his accurate carpenter’s eye who sized him up.) This thing was so big that you could see every individual whisker moving as he nonchalantly finished a pizza crust and then slipped into the river and swam away!!! ??? I am wondering if this thing could have been a Nutria? I know the Russians make fur coats out of them but am not sure if they hang out in cities eating flatbread? In any case, I got a bunch of pictures of him and am now sorry I wasn’t taking pictures of S and M’s faces instead because their expressions of shock and awe were PRICELESS!Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-34589023725749350602012-08-02T12:54:00.000+02:002012-08-20T16:09:43.235+02:00The tempest<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Today we took a 17 km hike through beautiful agrarian landscape, past small farms where the farmers and their families were out en masse gathering hay with pitchforks and hanging it up to dry on large racks specially built for that purpose. The glacial streams here are so clean and clear that the locals swear you can drink from them. A fact which B actually tested personally, much to my chagrin when I found out about it later. (<i>Note to self: remember to tell the doctor this small tidbit in case he comes down with Giardia later...</i>) <br />
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We had a really nice lunch at a small Gasthaus and hiked further. The whole trip was pleasant and dreamy, absolutely fantastic… ...until around km 13 when one of our children was suddenly hit full force by puberty. He was enraged at the heat, angry at the gravel on the path, pissed off about the sudden steep grade and livid about the fact that we had no idea how much further / steeper / gravelly the rest of the hike would be. To his credit he stayed reasonably civil, but it was like being trapped with a very angry toddler but then without the stroller to strap him into or the pacifier to break the mood and calm him down so that we could keep moving towards the car.
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Eventually M was able to talk him down from the ledge and we eventually made it back to the campsite in one piece, but I’m a little hesitant to tell him that we’ve got any more big, unpredictable hikes planned in the near future…
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Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15820655.post-42952688880153647262012-07-31T12:49:00.000+02:002012-08-20T16:04:32.028+02:00Hello from sunny Slovenia!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We’re camping near Lake Bled and are completely charmed by this wonderful place! Slovenia is very green and ecologically friendly. We’re right at the foothills of the Julian Alps and the scenery is spectacular: small family farms dot the landscape with snowcapped Mount Triglev in the background. Slovenia’s just as beautiful as anywhere we’ve camped in France or Italy but it’s not pretentious.
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The campgrounds are not inexpensive but food in restaurants and supermarkets is fresh and cheap. This is our third time here—each trip we stay a little longer and I think that this is going to become our favorite vacation destination. In the mornings I get up early and take a hike with the dog before it gets too hot. This morning after a hard hike up a steep slope in the woods I suddenly came out into a clearing and came across a man cutting grass in his field with a scythe! Then I came upon row after row of neat vegetable patches and a couple of women resting in the shade and chatting amiably. <br />
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We were really "ripe for vacation" as ze Germans love to say. The week before we left was crazy with houseguests, the last days of school, a trip to the emergency clinic to have B’s knee Xrayed after a nasty fall, and of course an emergency trip to the vet the morning before we left because Wonderdog suddenly developed an oozing hotspot. M’s grandmother fell suddenly ill and had to be hospitalized. It was critical enough that the doctors asked that all her children be called to her bedside. She’s still not out of the woods but is doing better, thankfully. Add packing and organizing to the mix and I was absolutely fried. It’s so nice to be here and to be enjoying simple pleasures like the warmth of the sun, the sound of the river and some much needed R&R with my three favorite boyz…Betsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05451957392894462983noreply@blogger.com1