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On Saturday we had time to kill and we decided to see what options the GPS had to offer us. We decided to see what Katharinen-Kirche was. The drive up was crazy streets that seriously would barely qualify as one-way streets back home (only in DC or SF), but here they operate two-way traffic! It's insane. When we reached the top and got out to explore the church, the chaotic drive up was worth it. From the outside the church looks half classic old-europe and the other half looks many hundreds of years newer; from the inside, I couldn't tell any difference.
My best guess (all signs were in German only) is that the half of the church that looked newer had been damaged or destroyed because they had statues, and plaques like these all over on display. Very cool.
The crude translation of a sign next to it: "Michael's chapel dead chapel from approximately 20000 dead from years 1400 till 1750".... which explains...nothing. The catacombs in Paris, I understand. I wonder if this was something similar.
Eeeeeek!
Inside the church was a bit more peaceful. :) I was so bummed I didn't bring in a camera that could record because there was a duo playing an old piano (I'm losing the word for what kind of sound it had... mozart era) and flute. It was incredibly beautiful.
Yesterday was Nathaniel's big marathon day! He's been training so hard for 10 months. I think we were both ready for it to be over. ;) Nathaniel drove up to Mannheim and I took the train up several hours later so I could be there for the big finish and drive my conquering hero home. The train ride was lovely. No kids to look after! I just kicked my feet up and enjoyed the scenery:
I arrived in Mannheim and took in the sights and atmosphere. It's a beautiful city; we'll have to visit again with the kiddos.
As I walked around I thought about my passionate Nathaniel. Running so fast and so far, while I was much more contents to just watch the 1/2 marathoners come in while I ate my kitkat. :)
There were thousands of participants in the days races and people were pumped. Music was blaring. The entire place was a big party. Even this guy seemed to be having a good time.
Well before N's goal time (3:40), I took my place up in clear view of the finish line. I anxiously watched and my heart lept a little every time I saw a white tank-top/white hat combo.... I watched up at that podium for an hour and a half more and still had not spotted MY white tank-top/white hat man. Then I started to feel like a fool... I had to have missed him.... RIGHT? I mean there were thousands of runners... But even while feeling foolish, sneaky 'visions' crept into view... my husband has been kidnapped! He's been taken away by ambulance! He's broken his leg! How will I find the car he drove here to get home to relieve our sitter? Oh, the imaginative heart of a loving wife.
Still figuring out what the diagnosis is (major language barrier happening there). A blood infection? Heat stroke? Not sure yet. He was very dehydrated as the result of... details I'll spare our readers. He's okay. Honestly, I think it's kinda a more fun marathon ending then just running across the same ol' finish line everyone else ran over (but that's just the non-runner in me, and plus-- I'm not the one hooked up to an IV in a quarantine room overnight).
Hancock style picnic
As much as Andrew loves to eat with a fork, that wouldn't cut it at the park. I felt inspired when I thought of cutting up chicken and putting it in his snack cup. haha... the simple thrills of motherhood....
This was his intentional pose for the camera... love these little boys with such HUGE personalities.
Hmm.... Who's son is this? ;)
The weights were carried on the walk to school today and Cameron even took his nap with them. Before I know it these kids are gonna have some killer biceps!
Baby Andrew