Life: Idiotropic

Today was the Spring Fling at Tiara's school - the American elementary school. It's two hours of carnival type games and activities during which nearly 150 students are set loose to play and the teachers walk around with that end-of-the-school-year look of dazed relief. Arianna was able to attend with her old kindergarten class, but liked the freedom of having mom there so she could play where she wanted. The favorites, as usual, were the face painting booth and the bubbleology stations. Both Tiara and Arianna were encased in bubble - a sight that was really fun to see! They also had edible bubbles - another comedy to observe.





Tonight Lucienne graduated from preschool complete with cap and gown. The class sung and danced to classics like The Music Man, Twinkle Twinkle, and This Little Light of Mine. It was fun to watch and they all did a great job. At the end a teacher read aloud a story that they all had a audible part in. Luci was the bird, so every time the teacher said "little bird," Luci, sitting on a high step stool, rocked back and forth to make a squeaking sound. It was a little awkward, but cute.

After the ceremony we stayed for a BBQ/potluck with a delicious marzipan creme layer cake made by Cafe Schleypen that had a picture of the class on it. Luci got to eat the piece with her face on it!

Warning: This post does not contain any tidbits of German culture nor pieces of European quirkiness. It may; however, gush just a tad with a mother's pride. My little girl is growing up.

This morning I attended the awards assembly at Tiara's school where she graced the stage not one, nor two, but three times. For her class, she received the Leadership award - the second year now that her teachers have chosen her as the class leader in spite of her quietness. For academics, she received straight A's again this quarter earning an honor roll award for academic achievement all quarters this year. Then, she got the President's Education Award for Outstanding Academic Excellence, an award for 6th grade students who maintain a 3.5 or higher all quarters from 4th grade through 6th grade. It's a beautiful gold embossed certificate with a letter from President Bush. So, she's on her way to a greatness and we're already making notes on her volunteer hours and awards for college applications and scholarships down the road.

Tonight we attended Tiara's 6th grade promotion ceremony. The class sung two songs - Our Lives by The Calling and Proud To Be an American. They had a brief guest speaker, received their certificates of promotion, and per tradition, 6 students were chosen to read their poems entitled, "Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow." Tiara read hers aloud at the podium with confidence and poise.

Afterwards we enjoyed cake and fellowship. The kids ran around smiling and taking pictures. One of Tiara's best friends is moving away, so the moment for her was bittersweet.

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow
By: Tiara Stahlbaum

Yes, I remember what it was like

Everyday having nothing to do but play,

Starting school and always being

Terrified on my first day,

Excelling in everything having my

Responsibilities growing,

Dreaming greatly about the future, and

Always wanting to grow up, but that was

Yesterday when I was young.

Today I have no time to play because I’m

Often too busy

Dancing, trying my best at what I like and want to succeed in.

As for today I am wanting to grow up just like

Yesterday when I was young.

Tomorrow is a new day

Opening my eyes to new experiences,

Making my life mine

On my own road,

Reaching for my goals in life,

Ready for anything,

Often wondering

What would it be like if I was little again, if I would take a different path or stick to this one?

So plans change and while I had previously pouted that three parties were going on without me, I really ended up at all three. Last night I stayed up late with Tiara and her friends and today we attended both the GK 25th Anniversary event and the Gillrath Schuetzenfest.

This morning I woke up to the sound of drums in the distance. A few minutes later, I saw the men of the St. Blasius Schuetzenbruderschaft dressed in their uniforms marching down the street together whistling, ironically enough, the theme song to Hogan's Heroes.

With the best weather in weeks and 6 girls at the house, I decided that we had to go somewhere and with the 25th anniversary event being a one-in-a-lifetime type event, I felt that I should at least drive to the base and see what was going on.


The traffic started just outside Teveren on the flightline side creeping along, but it did move, so the 5 minute drive from there to base became 25, but that was ok. Fields all along the stretch between the base and GK were filling with cars, crowds of people at the edges waiting for the buses to come through. The normal herd of black and white cattle were displaced with 50 cars or so in their stead. And a policeman at one junction checked IDs. We drove through without a problem, but those without base IDs were turned away. Parking was easy and the line getting into the event went quickly. Lines of planes were parked for people to look at. Pretzel stands, Haribo candy stands, and other eateries lined the flightline as did carnival style games and an area for kids with inflatable bouncing toys and a small carousel.

The girls all enjoyed a pretzel and played a little in the kids area. Up to that point, the crowds were not bad. The parade started, but we didn't stay to see it, instead we went to Hanger 2 for something to drink.

At Hanger 1 the crowds got thick because aside from the aircraft themselves, that was where the majority of the interest lie. Each nationality at the component contributed to this area with food and displays, things to sell and information booths. I had to stop at the Spanish tent knowing they were making paella. The pans themselves interested me. These pans make enough paella for 500 people. My friends told me that some villages in Spain will have one paella pan that is big enough to feed the entire village, so cooks will get up on small ladders with really long spoons to prepare it. This stand had the best deal there - 5E for a large portion of paella, bread, and a cup of sangria - I could eat that daily - it's so good.

Photos: 1) The dome and tail of the painted anniversary AWACS 2) My friend Julie with my four girls and Tiara's two friends 3) The girls by the Norwegian troll - the 2nd from the right was somebody else's 4) The complete 25th anniversary AWACS jet complete with appropriate masses of people crowding around it.


























After that the rest of my group got gyros and fries at the Greek tent, then we walked around the hanger looking at things sold and booths. The kids all got their photo taken by the troll at the Norwegian space and before we left we all stopped to hear Elvis - the French major who used to work here. He always does a great Elvis impression, but I think after several performances each day on 3 different stages, his voice today was starting to go.

Between walking around, eating, and taking photos, the time on base lasted about 3 hours. We were all tired and hot, but the girls wanted to go to the playground, so I allowed them an hour there before we headed home. Tiara and Monica played chess - they say it's harder on a large board like that, but they enjoyed it.

As we drove into Gillrath, the traffic slowed as the band and others gathered in front of the king and queen's house. By the time we got into our drive way, we could hear the music, so we hurried to the front to watch the parade go by. The house is that of the Koenigspaar - the King and Queen - i.e. the man who scores the highest in May's shooting competition and his wife. In this case, it was the man who scored second highest. My landlord's son-in-law scored highest, but the honor of king is an expensive with a lot of required parties to pay for, so they passed.

So, I had three extra girls last night. One left this morning. The other two stayed until 4 when I dropped them off with Tiara at another birthday party at the bowling ally. Then Tiara came home with me after bowling so she and I could have some mother/daughter time, the other two girls went to a movie with the party, then came back to our house at 11:30pm to stay another night.

Bowling was interesting. Two girls had some misunderstanding which led to not-talking-together, then tears, so, I, being the former yearbook advisor and knowing them all, met them all in the girls' bathroom (amazing how many emotional moments happen there), to give them a talk about friendship, then make them work it out until they were all hugging again. It worked, and soon they were all smiling again, having a messy soap bubble fight, then stacking themselves into this human pyramid.

Ok... so, this wasn't my party, but it was fun. We all watched "Can't Buy Me Love" together and stayed up until 0130 talking. At 1230, Monica thought she heard thunder, so I, realizing that it wasn't thunder, jumped up and ran to the dining room, then jumped out the window (sounds strange, but our front door automatically locks when it closes and our large window does not) and ran to the bus stop where I could see the large fireworks display from the base over the trees. This display was advertised as the largest in Europe this year. The girls all ran after me with blankets and we stood there for about 25 minutes watching the show. It was goofy, but fun and the girls won't forget it.

I'm really blessed with Tiara. Yeah, I have to be a mom and nag her to do her chores, but we are friends too. Seeing her friends reminds me how lucky I am to be able to say that. She and I talk, openly and honestly about things. We laugh and have fun together. Her friends were shocked that I'd jump out a window and watch fireworks at the bus-stop, but it was one of those moments. Later we all just sat and talked together. It felt great to be a part and I think it was good for those girls too.

The hands are those of my Mallorcan friend, Joana, who can make a little empanada like this one in just a few seconds hand rolling the edges beautifully with just two fingers. It's amazing. She made a large batch of these filled pies for her son's confirmation on Sunday. While some empanadas are filled with meats, currants, or veggies, this Mallorcan version has peas, chopped hard-boiled egg, and onion. And they are absolutely beautiful. I'll learn the pastry recipe in the fall when she returns from her summer home, and I'll definitely make them, but, not being a big fan of peas, I think mine will be slightly varied. My morning with my Spanish friends went quickly as it often does, munching on pastries and sipping coffee with warm milk. We talk of so many things, from politics to family stuff. They are all getting ready to go home for the summer since their kids will be out of school and home is not so far away. Most of them keep their houses in Spain, so going back is easy.

Today we talked about the air show that would be going on this weekend and Joana was excited about the B-52 that was coming. Airplanes to me are not a big deal anymore. They are big and loud. I've seen them at ever place I've lived for the last 9 years. But, to many here, the large American aircrafts are exciting and impressive. Several articles in our local newspaper highlighted the B-52 with it's amazing history as the big draw for this weekend's festivities and today, while driving to and from base, the entire stretch of road overlooking the flightline was lined on both sides with cars, their inhabitants standing outside with fancy cameras and telescopes taking photos and writing down tail numbers.

There's a huge party going on this weekend... actually, there are two, oops... no, three. And, I'm not going to any of them. It feels funny to have so much celebrating going on and not be a part of it.

Party #1:

The base is buzzing with activity. Large trucks and vans are spilling through the front gates in a steady stream now with food carts, decorations, chairs, tables, and all sorts of random things. Signs are going up and some streets are blocked off. This is the 25th Anniversary of the NATO AWACS here, so it is becoming a BIG deal. One of the airplanes flew down to Italy to get a very special commemorative paint job, and I think this weekends' party will be the first time that the base will be open to the public in the history of this component. So, they are expecting WAY TOO MANY people. The local farmers have offered up cropless fields for parking and people will be bussed in to the base.

Why am I not going to join the thick crowds and endless lines on a hot steamy day to see aircraft that I've seen before and eat great ethnic food that I can enjoy in peace on any given IWC night? Well, Kirk's not here and I just don't feel like dragging the kids out. I may join the tail-spotters on the road I take to the base. There's a good view of the flight line there and I can pretend I'm eating paella with the Spanish. They have Paella pans that make enough for 500 people. They are bringing 6 of those. Yeah - this is going to be big!

If you're curious about the goings on, go to the links below.

Geilenkirchen Air Base Website
Schedule of Events


Party #2:

This weekend is the big schuetzenfest in my humble little village of Gillrath. This morning when I drove by the party lot (a parking lot normally), there was nothing, but a truck. This afternoon, the concert pavilion was assembled as was the beer tent and kinder rides. On Saturday they'll have the big concert event. Last year we attended the party and saw Black Foose. This year For Example will be there, and I'll be getting the kids ready for bed.

Party #3:

Tiara's been a bit mopey recently knowing that there's a chance that she might not be in town on her birthday and even worse, that her friends might all be in the U.S.... so, unbeknown to her, I showed up at her school today as she was getting on the bus to come home and picked up 3 of her closest friends. The house was already stocked with hidden candy, ice cream sundae supplies, soda, and chips. Her room was a bit decorated, and 7 girl movies sat by the DVD player downstairs. We got home just barely ahead of the bus, so her friends ran up to her room to wait and poor Tiara walked right in a few minutes later having no idea what she was in for. It's been great. The girls have gone for walks, watched movies, dressed up, and have giggled and screamed a lot. The best part is that I really like all of Tiara's friends and it's really great to see her have fun. I was walking by her room earlier to come to the office and heard the girls talking. This quote just warmed my heart - can't get better than this!

So... I can't complain. Three parties, and I really don't need to be at any of them. I have plenty of other things to catch up on. And, the girls did invite me to have ice cream and watch a movie with them. It was nice, but I'll let them have their space.

Graduations aren't something that kindergartens do exactly. There are not caps and gowns here, but, the vorschule kinder are treated very special here and this is a time of much celebration as they move out of Kindergarten, and into school.

Being somewhat outside the culture, I am really never sure what I'm in for. Today was another one of those days when I was truly clueless.

I was told to meet at our local church at 4 and I knew we'd be taking the kids to the Heuhotel after the short service. A friend said she expected to be home by 5. I got home at 6:30.

The church service was nice. We sung a lot of children's songs, in German, of course. There was a script that they followed, so we could follow along and reading it helped me understand the language. Most of it was talking about moving on into Grundschule. And, they talked about kids from other countries and how God loves all the children. We passed a large globe ball all around the church from pew to pew, then some of the children were dressed up as children from other nations and they all had a short line in a song to speak. At the end, all the children joined their teachers and pastor on stage for a few songs, then they each took a turn getting a cross necklace to wear then we sung the closing song (to the tune of "Glory Hallelujah")...



So, we went. All the families packed up their cars and drove - the LONG way - all in a line of probably 20 plus autos to the "Hay Hotel" in Beeck.

The Hay Hotel is just that - a hotel full of hay. It also has cows and a nice cow milking room, but run a hotel where the lodgers can sleep quite literally in the hay. So, I thought I was just going to drop off Arianna and leave... but no. We all stood around while the kinder ran wild and the teachers got organized. The director told me that they were going to do a little bit of magic.

Soon, they were ready. The children gathered around. Tina put on a black witch hat, took out her "magic wand," and got her spell book. She said a spell that would turn these ordinary kindergarten students into school children. Each child in turn stood upon a chair near Tina. Another teacher held a red balloon over the child's head while Tina waved her wand and said the magic words, then she struck the balloon with her wand, it popped with a bang, and confetti spilled out over the child's head. Then another teacher would hand the child their cone and a large book of work that they'd done over the year. It was very nice. By the time they got to Arianna, she knew the drill well enough to keep her hands over her ears until the balloon popped.

After this time, gifts for the teachers, and a little more waiting around, the children all got on the big covered trailer and waved good-bye as the tractor pulled it away. Arianna was happy and perfectly fine riding away with a wagon of German friends. Tonight she'll be sleeping on the hay - should be interesting to hear about.


When all the children were out of sight, some of us took a quick tour before we left. Upstairs in the barn loft there was a large play room filled only with hay and ropes hanging from the ceiling. The smaller rooms forked off from it for further exploring. Two other rooms had 3 foot tall pieces of wood blocking off entire sections, then the "box" was filled with hay. Those were the beds. The children just needed to put down their sleeping bags and pillows and get cozy. Downstairs was a nice clean dining room where all the kids will have dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow. The photo through the window is from the loft where the beds are looking down into the courtyard where we spent all that time waiting while the kids got their goodies.

So, this afternoon was not what I expected. I was not there and home in an hour. It took time, but it was a very special afternoon and Arianna was glowing with happiness. I had no qualms about leaving her - just wish I could be a fly on that wall tonight and see what's going on.

This morning I met some friends for coffee at Bagels and Beans near the Sittard markt. It was market day (all Thursdays), so I walked around the market a bit too to pick up a few things. Really, the markets are the BEST places to get produce and a lot of other things. I think Sittard probably has the best fish and some of the most wonderful cheeses.

So, today, I got 4 quarts of strawberries for only 3 Euro (not each, total price), 4 pineapples for 2 Euro, 12 apples for 2 Euro, and two quarts of seedless grapes for only 3 Euro! I love buying produce at the market. It's always beautiful and so much less expensive than anywhere else. I also got 5 lavender plants in 5" pots for only 5 Euros total. What a deal!

Tiara had her ballet recital both yesterday and today at the Schtadschouwberg in Sittard. So, today we took along 7 friends and saw her perform. I have the same gripe I have every year... she wasn't on stage enough, and her part was too easy for her and didn't showcase her talent. Still, it was a really interesting performance and we all enjoyed it. We couldn't take photos, but I'll be purchasing some and posting them eventually with more details about the production itself.

After the ballet, we went the Cafe Gaudi at the markt for dinner, then we walked around the carnival set up in the square and let all the girls go on a couple rides.

Driving to the grocery store should always be this beautiful. Here, it is. I should never complain. As much as I regret the time I have to drive some days, or the hassle of shopping itself, the drive is always a gift. Today I saw a pair of kittens playing together in a window, an old man sitting on a bench in the sun with his car parked nearby, a striking lady in a pink jacket bicycling down a narrow shady street, and many other people gardening, walking, and bicycling. On this route today I saw horses, sheep, goats, and dogs as well, and the largest Queen Anne's Lace ever - these blooms were as big as dinner plates and covered an unused field with stalks 4 feet tall. These drives while often hurried with my mind racing with dinner plans and grocery lists, are still, peaceful reminders of passing time and a slower life outside my window where life is simple and blessings are abundant. These are more "everyday" views of my world here that I've come to cherish.

Living in this area is like Valentine's Day everyday, but as much as I see it, I'll never bore of it. The chocolate is good and the flowers are even better - and affordable too, so it is possible to have beautiful, long-lasting flowers on the table, in the yard, and all over the windowsills all the time.

This photo is from the green house near my home. They have rows and rows of geraniums in every color imaginable. All their flowers are amazing, but these are the planter box favorites and I wasn't the only one picking out a few to take home. Most shoppers had little green wheelbarrows full of red and white blooms.

This morning I left at 6am with mom, Tiara, and a friend to go to Tongeren, Belgium - one of my European happy places. Filled with flea market finds and rare antiques, it's a museum of great finds that you can touch, and buy. It's creative, interesting, and fun and I always leave with some new little treasure.

Today I passed up a beautiful book of French costumes, all vibrantly painted, a really interesting old cow bell, and a large wood framed mirror with lion heads carved into the top. Of course, there was so much more - and treasures too exquisitely expensive to even be considered... but I did leave with a couple little things, some old sterling souvenir spoons that I'll make into something else, an art deco peacock clock, ... and... the dream of owning this beautiful chestnut Spanish table - large enough to comfortably seat 10. It was at Bab's place - a stop now necessary every time I go to Tongeren. I always have to stop now and just say hello - and always, Babs has something special in her tiny little ally shop. Tiara had the find of the day when she got a almost 200 year old wooden bowl - absolutely gorgeous - and only 30 Euro. I think the man who sold it to her was amused to see my friend, my mother, and myself all complaining that we'd missed it. Tiara has her sea shells in her bowl now sitting on her windowsill and it looks wonderful - very classy.

The raspberry beer was abundant today. I didn't have any, but it seemed to be the drink of the day with many people either sitting with it, walking around with one, or carrying trays of 5-6 glasses back to their friends. Belgium is fabulous for beer and while I haven't acquired the appetite for it, there is one particular raspberry beer that is quite yummy.

All that shopping works up an appetite. We always stop for something small at the little cafe in the covered warehouse. Today was cappuccino and a shared sandwich - delicious! After Bab's place, we were starving again, so we stopped at the little Italian restaurant located right through the old city gate on the left. The lady who works there is absolutely delightful to talk to, very genuine and friendly. It's another "must stop" on the list.

[Later... my husband and mother decided that the Spanish table that I fell in love with would make a lovely birthday present... so, it was delivered just the week after my birthday and it now sits in my dining room. It's gorgeous and will fit my girls with their partners someday! Room for ten people! I love that! The man who delivered it is the man who found it. He drew me a little map of where he found it, so I'll save that scrap of paper - another piece of the story.]

I recently heard this quote from a woman I know here and I love it. It says it all.


(Meaning, of course, it does suck in that it's a lousy vacuum cleaner that doesn't suck - a malady claimed by many German vacuums.)


And... on a completely separate tidbit, you all must know that while you're enjoying summer, I can't leave my coffee out for five minutes without it feeling refrigerated. My big brick house is cold, but I daren't turn on the heat knowing that by the time it heats, the heat wave will reign again and I'll be living in a brick oven. Not whining. Just stating facts. I'm cold. I have an aversion to socks, yet I feel compelled to wear them. That is just irritating.

Sorry for the lack of blogging. My mom is here, so we've been having too much social time for me to possibly sit long enough to type without seriously neglecting my much needed beauty sleep. Just tonight I sat through two complete episodes of Gilmore Girls - a show that Tiara and I are proud to have gotten my mother completely hooked on. It's not for everyone, but it's a intelligent comedy that feeds my undernourished sense of humor, so I am grateful for an excuse to sit and do nothing while watching it.

We went to Bruges, Belgium last week for a couple days - an absolutely beautiful city that I will blog soon. We've planted flowers and cooked and cleaned. We've gone to coffee shops and just had a generally mellow time which is very good sometimes. Sunday we went to Tongeren - one of my European happy places. And this weekend we'll have a little gathering here to celebrate Elise' birthday.

The kids are all great. Everything is generally normal which means that at least one of my children has some issue that I need to deal with. This week it's a registration tussle for Tiara at AFNorth and the continuing quandary of what to do with Arianna's education - the battle of American vs. German education systems.

Mom leaves Monday and I will try to catch up. I am embarrassed to say that I still need to blog the Austria trip from Feb, the Normandy trip from April, and now the quick Bruges trip. It will happen - really - as soon as... well, let's just say, soon.

Oh, oh, oh... and I just almost forgot. I will be blogging the Blue's Night! Think, German Blue's Band in the living room of a eccentric Romanian artist/cook/antique dealer living in a tiny village near our home. Prosecco and quiche. A ceramic pig with 4 baby piglets. And, of course, after only two photos, my camera battery died. I'll just have to go back.

I must remember to take paper with me when I bring Arianna to school. Very little is ever in writing. Even less is even told to me, and then I, with my busy little brain, am not necessarily good at remembering the vaguely told details, so when I was told that Arianna should come in the afternoon on Tuesday, I didn't really remember that I should go with her. So, today was a bad mom moment. My mom walked her to school, but didn't stay because I would worry. By the time she got back, I had to take Luci to dance and back and would not have had time to stay.

I did rush back to the school, but she had already gone home with my friend who had dropped her off... and I'd missed my mom moment to make a special cone with Arianna. Still, thankfully, my friend was there to assist, but to also allow the girls to make their cones themselves. Most other mothers did the cones for their children while the children played. This is the special cone that we will fill with treats and present to Arianna on her first day of Grundschule.

Let your imaginations fly and you can probably come up with quite a few places where you could go to hear really great Blues, a dark smoky club in old New Orleans, a historical bar in New York... but in your list, you probably wouldn't picture a little village in Germany.

I certainly couldn't. But a friend had heard the Blues and arranged a time to go back bringing a small American contingent with her.

Luckily, I was one of the contingent.

In a continent where ethnicities generally remain within their own borders, history has a way of moving people around, so here in this tiny German village of Dremmen, I encountered Blues at Cafe Curioso, a cafe that is the embodiment of eclecticism, owned and run by Marin Ionescu, a Romanian artist who was the head National artist under Ceauşescu. Paintings he did adorn his walls and, hidden among piles of old papers and books in his attic antique shop, we found old Polaroids of Rembrandts, reproductions that he most likely did. He now calls himself a carpenter, art director, multimedia designer and sculpture (many of his bronze horse statues sit in the old Aachen square), deals in antiques and art, and bakes many of the delicious cakes that his German wife sells in her cafe.

When walking into the cafe there is a narrow entryway cluttered with antiques piled upon antiques, some fine and some not so fine. An old door with a stained glass window, a beautiful sideboard, piles of books and knick-knacks. Straight ahead is the small stairway leading up to a tiny room set up with more antiques and the aforementioned Polaroids. To the left is a very tiny mini-hallway leading to what looks like some one's living room... couches, little tables, little chairs off to the side. Paintings on the walls, antiques and oddities, a ceramic pig with 4 baby pigs on its back... The kitchen in the back contains an large oddly shaped island that Marin created from old church pulpits. That is where he and his wife served a beautiful spread of quiches. The "living room" was set up with a little stage area, drums in front of the cold case where the cakes sat, speakers and other sound equipment by the sideboard where the pig statue stood, and the equalizer control box right by the kitchen door where Marin stood most of the night puffing away on his big cigar and moving the little levers back and forth to control the sound.

Marin was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt big enough for a man 4x his size. I truly wish I had a photo or would have written it all down to give you a better mental picture... but he is older, with a long grey beard, long grey hair pulled back, the shirt, red athletic shoes - a short man who walks with his shoulders slightly forward and the cigar hanging from his mouth. He's a character, but he runs the show. There is nothing weak or slight. Though small and quite odd in appearance, there is no doubt that we were at his place and he was in control.

The band that played was a German band - it's lead singer in his late 30's, the guitarist a bit older, and the drummer probably only 16. What was amazing was the sound. It didn't sound like Germany. Closing my eyes, I could have been in any Blues bar in the U.S. - any where, but Dremmen, Germany. Watching the singer's facial expressions was hilarious. That man put all his heart and soul into that music. So for hours that night, in a room packed completely with Americans, we all stood listening to the soulful sound of America coming from this German band in a cafe run by a Romanian artist. It's a beautiful thing.

Served prosecco as we arrived, quiche at the break-time, and cake with coffee towards the end of the evening, those who stayed latest were there until after 0100 dancing, enjoying the moment. We left at 1130 - with books in hand - books that Kirk found there - amazing books documenting the 1936 Olympics in Germany complete with photographs pasted in that the owner would have had to get at cigarette shops. They are an interesting piece of history.

So, that's night one of more to come. All who went want to go again. All who couldn't go want to know when the next night is... it looks like we might have to have a party soon.

Don't laugh.

Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a suburb far far away, lived a girl, who, at a very vulnerable time at her life, wore pink. It wasn't her fault, of course. She was young. She had acne. She was struggling with that young teen time of life when life is just plain difficult. It was the 80's and ruffles were in. She wanted to dance. She wanted to look pretty. And no one bothered to tell her that hot pink ruffles were not the ticket!

Long story shortened, my mom finally emptied the closet and brought my 8th grade graduation and 11th grade prom dresses here, so my girls, after a bit of side-busting laughter, could play dress up.
The little ones love them. Tiara thinks they are downright hilarious. "You wore THAT??!?!?!?" "In public?!?!??!"

The pale pink was eighth grade graduation. I actually remember picking out the fabric. That was during a particularly homely phase of life when I had short permed hair - not good. The hot pink dress I wore to prom with Tim Sheridan - a really tall senior. It was, well, pink, with lots of ruffles. Scary. Mom made them both - to her credit. Who knows... may be they'll be "in" when Elise hits high school...

Tonight, while Tiara was in ballet, Mom, the three little girls, and I decided to try something new and went to Ernesto's Mexican Cantina at the markt in Sittard. It was long and narrow and decorated wall to wall with random souvenirs from Mexico ranging from the moderately nice to the downright tacky. At our table hung a metal skeleton - not the most appealing dining companion, but the girls enjoyed him. Ok, so we ordered the Topopos Grande and quesadillas to share. The Quesadillas were average - I mean, we were at a Mexican cantina in The Netherlands, so it isn't going to be phenomenal, but the flavor was good and if you're desperate for Mexican, it's passable. The Topopos consisted of a basket of thick overly salted chips with three small bowls of salsa, guacamole, and garlic sauce. It was average. Good to know it's there, but I don't need to go again.

I ordered a cappuccino. Here, in Europe, you can't order a cappuccino and just get a cappuccino. They come with cookies, little wrapped bars of chocolate, or, in this case, a delicious chocolate covered cream puff (profiterole). Three doors down at Die Twee, a cappuccino comes with a little class of whipped cream covered eier (egg) liquor. I can be happy with a cappuccino just about anywhere.

I think this is the place to go if you want to stay out ridiculously late. They are open EVERY day from 5 until 2am, and, most nights, they have live music. The poster that intrigued me the most had a picture of a row of Russian Matrioshka dolls on it and in large letters, it read, "Ernestos Presenteert: Russische Disco met Transit 55 "Gipsy Groove." Russian disco???!?!?! Hard to imagine.

The highlights of the snack at Ernesto's was in the conversation.

Arianna -- "For Halloween, I want to be a vampire."
Me -- "No, you can't be a vampire for Halloween."
Grandma -- "Those are icky."
Luci -- "No they're not! They're the coaches from baseball!"

Last week Luci studied the letter U at school. U is for umpire.

A few minutes later Arianna was doing her usual rant about how Luci always gets pink (i.e. the pink bowl, the pink plate, the pink pen, the pink fork, etc...). After a moment Luci asked me, "How do you spell 'I don't ever use pink all the time?'"