Monday, October 20, 2014

Snow and sun for Christmas and New Year 2013/2014

Yesterday, we finally located the rest of our photos from last Christmas. Time to summarize what was a great break in spite of full trains, a stomach bug and plenty of snowy crash landings.
Ronja: Train! Etch-A-Sketch! Matt: Are we there yet?
You would think after so many years of train travel, we would have mastered a simple trip from Bavaria to Austria. But sometimes you learn the wrong lessons. Train travel is flexible right? You can be spontaneous, book at the last minute, reserve a seat, whatever, relax. Well, this was the last Saturday before Christmas. And apparently a few other people had the same idea of going on holiday. No reservations. Forget it. So we took a chance and took regional trains for much of the way and then held our breath in anticipation for the train to St Anton. It wasn't completely smooth but we somehow managed to have seats throughout the journey. And the highlight was meeting a lovely long-emigrated Irish woman on her way to Konstanz. One of those days that got off to a rough start but then just kept getting better. A short bus ride later and we were very happy to have reached our destination of Lech.

A view taken somewhere vaguely near St Anton, on a grand tour during Matt's ski course. He was forced into it as a Christmas gift, but very glad in the end.
There are no photo illustrations, but most of us were hit by a stomach bug while there. I (Matt) was fortunate enough to get it at the beginning of the holiday. A good way to take it easy afterwards was to hit only the beginner slope with my two year old. In the face of much skepticism, I had rented her skis. Regular viewers of the blog may remember that we tried to get Ronja excited about skiing whilst in Großarl (Family hotel in Großarl, and lesser known hospitals in Austria pt2) under very trying conditions. And to be fair, she is very young. But was it worth a try?

Getting used to the boots and the helmet
And a short time later, she was fully equipped and giving it a go
By the end, even the once skeptical 'Opa' was a valuable teacher
But what we never quite mastered was the bending of the knees
Of course, there are many other things you can do in the snow. Tobogganing, walking, cross-country skiing. The last one required some special equipment. That is, we didn't expect our two-year-old to cross-country ski the whole way to the next village.

Hold on tight! Wait, are you awake?  
It's a long way down from there - let's hope Opa knows what he's doing  
The Mann ohne Bauch...
Carousel  
Far too proud (from memory, this is indeed before the fall)   
Christmas away from home is certainly not the same. But it had something to it.

Present time
Santa pays a visit, and some of the children aren't too sure what to think
Especially this one. How did Santa know she needs to get better at staying at the table during dinner time?
Christmas Carols. How they managed to make their fingers move in that cold is beyond me.
So many presents and excitement, Ronja was soon finished for the evening without having opened them all. So the next morning it was time to continue...
There was of course one more party to be had: New Year. It's hard to explain how big a deal 'Sylvester' is in Austria in Germany. And it's hard to explain why lots of people dipping bits of raw meat in a tub of hot water, hoping to get the same ones back, is a good idea, but complainers are likely to go hungry, so dig in...

Fondue

Sunday, September 7, 2014

A walk around the lake in Hillsborough Park

 Ronja managed to walk around the whole lake...

 and even had some energy left to run around with Grace...
and to feed the swan!

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Wallace Park

Lisburn is a funny place. Many shops are unoccupied and dilapidated. And yet there's money somewhere... the centre of town is being rebuilt, so that even if the shops are empty, you'll be able to walk past them with fancy paving underfoot and the sound of a fountain in the background. And they've built a fantastic children's playground in Wallace Park. Time to try it out...



We're going to the Zoo, Zoo, Zoo

Belfast Zoo is set upon a hill. A big hill. Those who made it to the top were rewarded with ice cream.

The highlight? Sea lions.

A party and scrambled quail eggs

Our first few days were effectively planned for us (a good thing). Saturday relaxing, Sunday church, Monday preparing for and having a party (partly in a belated celebration of Ronja's birthday and a chance for everyone to meet Silas), Tuesday Zoo (more on that later) and Wednesday a visit to Lisburn's new playground, the church's new coffee shop and Matt's step-Granny's house which has been refurbished due to fire.
Happy Birthday to...
At the party Matt's cousin Clare left us some quail eggs. What to do with them?

So small!
Scrambling...
The finished product. Delicious.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Arrival

Our last stretch was made easier by Jonny driving us from Manchester to Birkenhead for the ferry to Belfast. No more trains, no bus, no maneuvering down escalators. When it takes you three days to make a journey (I'm not knocking train travel, it can be done in around 24 hours if you don't want to see anything or anyone along the way), arriving is a little special. We celebrated by having a good cup of coffee and breakfast at home followed by a trip to Tescos to stock up on nappies and baby food. Just doing normal, mundane things in a home country somehow feels very good.
You find me one airline with this on board. Its amazing how much energy young children have at 6 in the morning (she was by far not the only one)
Shopping in Tescos is tiring for babies...
...and early morning indoor play park explorers

Manchester

We had a great time in and around Manchester with Jonny (our kind host) and James (Matt's kind tour guide from Picadilly to Arndale). Any dish gluten free at Tea 4/2*, a trip to the park, lunch in Rusholme, and a visit to the Museum of Science and Industry (MOSI).
Obligatory dinner photo!
Your turn
The children's floor at MOSI
Our journey from Mannheim to Manchester was straightforward. The train from London to Manchester makes you wonder why the British think they need high-speed rail. And although the Virgin trains may not be wide enough to swing a cat (or carry a pram, rotated, to the luggage rack), they make up for it by having a sense of humour in their toilets, and extremely friendly staff. The announcer even apologized for the two minute delay!

In other countries, multiple languages are used on signs in the toilets. Virgin have found good use for the extra space afforded by only using English.
*Although I can only applaud the ability to make any dish on the menu gluten free, none of us were completely convinced about the restaurant. And I thought shipping in water from Norway was a bit much.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

First stop, Mannheim

It's time for another slow journey to Ireland. Our first stop (yesterday) was Birgit's Aunt and Uncle in Mannheim. Despite being a little tired from more manic than usual packing, a good time was had by all, and it was good not be travelling too far on the first day. Today we're doing the lion's share of the journey, Mannheim to Manchester, and are about to reach Cologne.
Spectacular views from the train

Ronja gets to try out the local park with her great uncle