Everyone’s in a bad mood, I think it’s cabin fever. So off we go to the park. I’m underdressed, I’m pretty sure Lil G is too, but Noah and D are not, and oh, the fun that can be had at – 8°C with major windchill. We opted for a playground not too far away from home, near the Rathaus, which is currently surrounded by an ice rink. Really pretty. We’re not a skating family though, at least, not yet. Anyway, it was soooo cold.
The playground was empty, and Noah’s enthusiasm unlimited. D was delegated to be the passenger/patient (the truck in the picture was always on its way to or from a hospital).
We stayed for a while and then went to our cafe. You know, the one we always go to. Landtmann! Noah ordered our cakes for us (part of the whole deal), and had a coofee of his own. Milk foam in an espresso cup.