Last weekend there was a festival in Aachen called September special. It was free, and they had bands playing all weekend on 5 different stages. Of course they had other obligatory festival attractions like food and beer, balloon animals, and even about Ferris wheel. Meg and Clare went on the Ferris wheel, but Spencer and I skipped it. We listened to a fun rockabilly band. The bass player played his bass above his head a couple times, which was pretty impressive. We took the bus there, which takes about 30 minutes. A little longer than driving, but nice not to have to worry about parking, and I can take Clare and the kids along with me for free on the weekends with my monthly bus pass.
It was a nice way to forget our worries for a bit. Especially since I had just broken the shower drain shortly before the festival that day. I called our super Monday morning and she arranged for a plumber to come fix it that afternoon, which was good, though we still need to get one tile replaced, which had to be broken in order to get access to the drain. I did learn from the plumber that you can get products like liquid plumber in Germany. I had assumed that they didn’t have such things, since in general it seems that Germans don’t use as many chemicals as in the USA. So next time the drain is slow, I know am easier solution.
On Sunday we went to a music festival in Aachen. As we were walking through the city center I noticed this bread at a bakery with a picture of the Aachen cathedral on it. It is surrounded by printen, which are traditional gingerbread cookies from Aachen. They sell them all year round. They are quite tasty.
Tonight we took Dave to a typical German restaurant – a Dönerimbiss. Döner is actually Turkish, similar to gyros, but there are a lot of Turks in Germany and so they have gotten quite popular. Clare and I stumbled upon this place near the University in Aachen called Adam’s Grill, which is very small, but has really great food. Spencer had schnitzel, Meg ate Spencer’s fries, Clare and Dave had döner, and I had falafel. At Adam’s he loads them up with all sorts of yummy salads and spreads, like red cabbage and baba ghanoush. As you can see, they were quite huge.
This past weekend Meg finally learned to ride a bike!! We are very proud of her. Just a week ago I had to force her to practice just for a few minutes, and now she is riding around town with Spencer and Grandpa. Here are a couple videos showcasing her rapid improvement.
This week the Würselen city soccer championship is going on. The games are at the field just a few minutes walk from our house. Tonight Spencer and I watched one of the quarter final games. It was quite nice. Only 3 euro admission, and beer for one euro. We might be able to catch the finale on Sunday. Our team is currently leading.
This week, Meg is in an outdoorsy camp about building shelter in trees and hiking around Würselen. Spencer is in a soccer camp. We went out for ice cream as a family on Monday to celebrate the kids growing independence. This week was the first time they went to separate camps, and they both are doing quite well.
What’s better than breakfast in bed? Breakfast at the table, prepared by your children. This morning the kids woke up before us and asked to watch tv on their phones, and we told them not until 11, so instead Spencer set the table and made coffee, while Meg walked 5 minutes time the bakery and bought fresh rolls, while Clare and I enjoyed a few extra minutes of sleep. (This was ritually their idea). I wrote down for Meg what we wanted. She told the woman at the bakery in German. It seems she couldn’t quite understand her, so Meg showed her the list, and she got everything correct.
This summer has been like a roller coaster for all, full of highs and lows almost every day. Meg specially misses home, but I told her tonight how proud I am of her, and how there is no way that she could have bought rolls for the family in the USA, for many reasons.
Also, I have been teaching the kids how to properly pour wheat beer, an important thing to know ( Clare and I are the ones who drink it).