Sunday, 15 December 2013

The Eleven Days of Christmas: Day Two

Today was a magical day in Bern: it was one of only two Sundays A YEAR when all stores other than those in the Bahnhof are open for shopping. Yes, I know I've covered this before, but it's worth repeating that on Sundays the city of Bern is a spendthrift's worst nightmare: nothing is open. Oh sure you can go to the cafes and drink your European sized cup of java, but aside from that there's not much to do other than walk up and down deserted sidewalks, stare at fountains, or maybe sit in a park somewhere with a picnic basket full of olives, salami, crusty bread, cheese, wine, and enjoy time with family and friends.

How dreadful.

I'm used to it now, and now find it more than appalling that back home stores not only don't close for Sundays but are insisting on staying open on holidays. Blasphemy!

Today we didn't go to Bern for shopping Sunday; I probably will go next week though, in a mad sprint to try and buy Dan's Christmas gifts without having a sixteen month old cramping my shopping style, which includes examining everything for a ridiculously long time. Who wouldn't want to shop with someone like me? I'M DECISIVE. In opposite land.

Instead we went for a long walk.

I repeat: a LLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG walk. And I should clarify the length wasn't due to ground covered, but rather because of the time spent waiting on tiny little legs belonging to a small lady who, at every rock, discarded tissue, trotting pup, or grazing horse, stopped, pointed, and loudly asked: "WHAT'S THAT?!"

"It's garbage, darling. No, don't pick it up. Don't pick...AHH."

"What's that?! MOOOOO."

"That's a dog, chickpea. Dog's say 'woof'."


So even though we were only ten minutes away from our apartment, it took us nearly two hours to make the round trip.

I can't even handle how cute they look.
Specifically we went up the road to visit the horses. This is a very regular visit that LB and I make, and there's two different places we can go to check out the horses. Lately we've been preferring to visit this farm, because the horses are right on the side of the walking trail, whereas the other place they are farther away in the field.
Sorry mom, I'm trying to figure out my shadow right now.
The view behind her.
(NB: I will make a comment here that this is the first time in over a year I have been able to crouch. Let's all raise our glass of eggnog and say three cheers to specialists who actually seem to specialise! And who obviously didn't graduate at the bottom of their medical class! Pip, pip!)
And don't worry, Internet, it's not like we made her walk the whole way:  we also made her run through the mud while we jogged beside her blowing a military whistle in her ear.
But generally speaking we just carried her when she got tired.
She liked the view.


Dad said...

What a great looking family.

T said...

I agree with your Dad! Also, YAY for crouching!!!

Meg said...

Great pictures Cait! I remember that walk so well. :) LB looks like she's really enjoying it.