Passau has its own little Oktoberfest-like shindig in May – with big beers, lederhosen, dirndl, oompah music and all.
We were enjoying ourselves, but Rainier obviously had some questions about the beer.
We headed back to the Netherlands for René’s birthday, but not before a quick stop in Bonn for a research colloquium.
We just happened to be in Bonn at the same time as the new BUKA selection meeting, so Rainier and I recorded a little advice for the new fellows bringing kids to Germany.
Rainier had fun with a little indoor Easter egg hunt.
On Mardi Gras day 2017, we were in Passau, far from the parades and costumes in New Orleans, when a special package arrived from Uncle Ken at the Idea Factory.
We named him Rex and he smelled of wood and fresh king cake.
The first leg of “Granny and Jacques Come to Europe” began in London. Despite us all arriving on different flights at different airports and at different times, we defeated the challenges of no cell phone service, flight delays, and shuttle mishaps and ended our long long days with a spot of tea at our Peckham Airbnb.
Christmas eve 2016: everyone in the family is throwing up. (Rainier and his posse at the krippe passed around some horrible stomach virus)
Christmas 2016: I’m frantically cleaning the house before our Dec. 26 departure to meet Granny and Paran in London. (I will disclose here that they both still ended up catching the damn virus)
We did manage to throw together a little Christmas magic for Rainier.
First on the list of “Weird German Stuff” must absolutely be Pullman City.
According to the torch-lit tour guide (the tour, not the guide, was lit), and I’m summarizing here, some German dude travelled to America and became enchanted with the American Western scene, moved back to Germany and started his own wild-western city in the middle of, well, no-where Germany.