The kids had such a great time playing with Katja (15), Daniel (14) and Alexander (8). Most of the time Sara was happy to bounce around playing with everyone, but on occasion she felt a little left out. Jorg was so happy to accept her many hugs and play with her. He taught her a little song about a girl that is riding her horse and if she falls off in the ditch the ravens will eat her or if she falls into the swamp she falls off and screams...
Hoppe, hoppe, reiter
wenn er fallt
dann schieit er
Fallet er in den Graben,
tressen ihn die raben,
Fallet er in den sumpf,
Macht die Sara plumps!
oohh I forgot to mention the name of the cold medicine that Julia wrote down for us to get Peter was called "Schleimloser" slime loser, decongestant. We laughed pretty hard about that one. And we got Sara some Kinder-Hustensft for her nighttime cough.
On our last day in Germany we went on a hike up a mountain to Feldburg. On our way up we met up with the Leimer Family and the Frankfurt mission president and his family. It took us about and hour walking straight up the icey face. It was so icey that you had to walk on the sides where the snow was deeper, every once in awhile we found bits and pieces of broken sled or skiis where someone must have bit it pretty hard. As we got closer to the top and it was steeper and the ice widened we were forced to cross over the icey path. Some of the moms crawled on all fours to get across, Lisa (mission pres. wife) lost her grip and fell down, sliding back down. Her teenage son went sliding down to help her but ended up giving her more momenteum and weight to go faster down the hill. We were trying not to laugh as she screamed down the hill, Im sure she felt the icey bumps the next day for sure. All the boys in the group had a blast slipping and sliding around on purpose of course. Sara, all bundled up trying to keep her footing fell face down and split her top lip. She was ok, but the sight of blood always intensifys the crying. Jorg ended up carrying her most of the rest of the way. Near the top, we found that many (crazy) people were trying to sled down this icey danger zone, some with kids even and usually wiped out terribly. We found a big bloody spot in the snow where someone must of crashed and then another little girl crying with lots of blood, throwing up, with a concussion that had crashed into a tree. Needless to say it was a daring adventure. We often asked each other how hard it must of been for the pioneers. There was a restaurant at the summit where we all had hot chocolate and apple strudel. The view was beautiful, but was interrupted by Euporean ambluance sirens helping the injured sledding victims. It was starting to get dark and COLDER, so Jorg (who runs up in these particular mountains everyday) found a new and less dangerous route to get home.
It was a memorable time enjoying nature and friends.
Peter made all the kids homemade macaroni and cheese, then the four of us went out to a quiet dinner. Peter and I both had Snitchel and Spetzal one last time. Soooooo good.
So as we part from our dear friends for now, we remember the scripture in D&C 130:2. "And that same sociality which exists among us here will exist among us there, only it will be coupled with eternal glory..."
Sunday, we leave for the airport and endure the 9 hour flight home well.
On our last day in Germany we went on a hike up a mountain to Feldburg. On our way up we met up with the Leimer Family and the Frankfurt mission president and his family. It took us about and hour walking straight up the icey face. It was so icey that you had to walk on the sides where the snow was deeper, every once in awhile we found bits and pieces of broken sled or skiis where someone must have bit it pretty hard. As we got closer to the top and it was steeper and the ice widened we were forced to cross over the icey path. Some of the moms crawled on all fours to get across, Lisa (mission pres. wife) lost her grip and fell down, sliding back down. Her teenage son went sliding down to help her but ended up giving her more momenteum and weight to go faster down the hill. We were trying not to laugh as she screamed down the hill, Im sure she felt the icey bumps the next day for sure. All the boys in the group had a blast slipping and sliding around on purpose of course. Sara, all bundled up trying to keep her footing fell face down and split her top lip. She was ok, but the sight of blood always intensifys the crying. Jorg ended up carrying her most of the rest of the way. Near the top, we found that many (crazy) people were trying to sled down this icey danger zone, some with kids even and usually wiped out terribly. We found a big bloody spot in the snow where someone must of crashed and then another little girl crying with lots of blood, throwing up, with a concussion that had crashed into a tree. Needless to say it was a daring adventure. We often asked each other how hard it must of been for the pioneers. There was a restaurant at the summit where we all had hot chocolate and apple strudel. The view was beautiful, but was interrupted by Euporean ambluance sirens helping the injured sledding victims. It was starting to get dark and COLDER, so Jorg (who runs up in these particular mountains everyday) found a new and less dangerous route to get home.
It was a memorable time enjoying nature and friends.
Peter made all the kids homemade macaroni and cheese, then the four of us went out to a quiet dinner. Peter and I both had Snitchel and Spetzal one last time. Soooooo good.
So as we part from our dear friends for now, we remember the scripture in D&C 130:2. "And that same sociality which exists among us here will exist among us there, only it will be coupled with eternal glory..."
Sunday, we leave for the airport and endure the 9 hour flight home well.
