Peter is now working for our friend in his landscaping business, and is doing splendidly. I am more than half-way there with my immigration process and hope to find a job within the near future. German is arising from amongst the shambles of the English, French and Dutch languages that lie drooping in my brain, while Peter with the help of his Germanic background, is the main communicator in the family.
Regularity and rhythm are slowly, but surely returning to our lives and with it, consistent and loving updates. We shall let some pictures convey a bit of the past few weeks and show you a wee peep into our new home-land.
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| A farm house in Ubrigshausen, the town of our Mogler friends |
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| The May-pole of Ubrigshausen |
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| Tradition meets "auslaender" (foreigner) at the Cheese Market |
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| Alpine horn concert |
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| German cheeses |
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| The Frinsels in the ruins of Limpurg, an old fortress |
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| The walk-way to our new, little place |
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| An afternoon in Schwaebisch Hall |
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| A doorway at the Comburg monastery |
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| Italian ices with Joey and Kristyn |
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| The view from Waldenburg |
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| The Comburg monastery, as viewed from Limpurg |
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| A Spring sunset |
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| Untermuenkheim, our new home |
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| A bike-ride adventure with Kristyn |
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| Peter und Sarah |