We went in tow with Matt this week while he worked in Stuttgart. We decided to camp instead of staying in a hotel because the hotel costs on base have become outrageous. So, after a bit of searching, we came upon a little place not far from Stuttgart, called Wildberg. Situated along a lovely little river and nestled at the edge of 100+km of bike paths which straddle the waterways, we decided this might just work.
In the evening, on our way back from dinner, we passed by a man on his Dutch bike, riding against the backdrop of a pink sunset though expansive country apple orchards. We watched him for awhile and noted that those scenes are the ones that we wouldn't have taken in if we'd have stayed in a hotel . The type of thing we're not likely to see in the US, those are the glimpses that we'll miss most about Europe. In a blink, that sort of scene pulls us back to a bygone era, far from ipads and cell phones.
Days were spent biking, swimming at the camp pool, and when the weather came into question, we headed to the base to a craft shop where the kids could paint pottery.
Addie decorated egg cups, as a current family favorite breakfast is a "soft boiled egg and soldiers".
Stella loves giraffes, and thought the giraffe mug would suit her perfectly. Sadly, the boys misbehaved and lost their privilege to paint pottery. So they colored in books in a nearby room, waiting anxiously for their sisters to finish.