It was peaceful and vacationy and relaxing, but it didn’t last long enough. The place was really nice, too, I’d recommend it to anyone heading out to the Bayerischer Wald – very quiet, except for the shrieking kids in the pool, but since those were our kids, I’m sure it’d be quiet for you if you went when we were not there.
We were right near the Czech border, so of course we had to hop over – we told the kids about the Iron Curtain and how you couldn’t do that when we were their age, and they were thoroughly unimpressed. Tsh. Kids these days. Anyway, Prague was deemed to be too far (grumple, grouse), and my compromise suggestion of Marienbad was likewise (oh, come on), so we aimed for the first demonstrably Czech town on the map that was not just a collection of Vietnamese market stalls. Domažlice? Something like that. And it was pretty cool, although of course we didn’t get to look around much. I sneaked as many glimpses at the town as I could while we dragged around looking for a place to have lunch that would please everybody. And lunch was tourist-trap Bohemian cuisine, but you won’t hear me complain: I like Bohemian food a lot. Better than Bavarian food, shh don’t tell my husband.
And on the way back we stopped at the collection of Vietnamese market stalls. Hey, cheap stuff is cool.
And that’s pretty much all there is to tell. The rest of it was reading and board games and eating and vacation-stuff (and swimming and trampolining for the kids). And as I said, it was fun, but then we came back to real life and it was as if we’d never left. At some point we’ll need to take a longer holiday. Somehow.
So now, yeah. Not-packing, but trying to prepare for the packers, trying to get the house ready to move out of while still having to live in it. Picking things up and putting them down is what I do most. The cat’s acting weird. The kids are sad. Robert’s freaking out. I would like to give in to sadness or panic too, but I feel like I should maintain an outward appearance of calm, to reassure everyone else. It’s turning out to be a lot harder than it looks. But as someone mentioned several times at the Friday Starbucks Knitting Thing last night, “it has an end-date. At some point it will be over.”
Song du jour of the day: You Can Never Hold Back Spring, by Tom Waits.