Thursday, April 20, 2017
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
When Ava and I traveled to Istanbul, we found the cisterns there to be a cool relief to the summer heat, filled with beautiful, old, sculptured pillars to meander through.
I held Zsa Zsa's hand and said, "You know, we don't need to stay down here if you get scared."
After a few more minutes, I said, "Mommy's going to go upstairs now." Let's just say I wasn't feeling the fred.
Monday, April 10, 2017
Zsa Zsa had to reach in to see if she could find some peanuts.
Saturday, April 08, 2017
Kurt thought it would be nice to cook breakfast, so he went to a local grocer to find pancake mix. He asked for assistance and a young man pointed him to an unappealing smallish plastic container filled with a fine yellow powdery substance.
He thought this container of powder might work but would need to be bulked up with some heartier, coarse-grained flour.
Apparently Danes like a variety of flours. And the packaging was all written in Danish. He figured he couldn't go wrong, as long as he didn't choose something with an off taste like rye flour. He picked the one called rugmel. It was rye flour.
Our pancakes were, um, edible.
And after that, Ava and Kurt wouldn't stop shouting "Rugmel!" in the streets.
Thursday, April 06, 2017
We wandered through some beautiful parks along the way.
Kastellet, without realizing what it was. It's a pentagram-shaped, or star-shaped fortress. And it's made of mounds of earth, so you couldn't really tell from the outside that it's a fortress.
Before we began our travels, the girls and I read an early version of The Little Mermaid. What a great opportunity to discuss what real love is, versus tales that involve giving up everything for someone you've only seen at a distance.