This is one adorable town. Beautiful, clean, quaint.
After an hour or so of shopping (and the accompanying whining of "can you by me this"), we met up with Meike's sister Silke and her new husband Michael. We caught up on old times over coffee and pastries at the local bakery.
Later, Lisa and I took the monsters grocery shopping. They each got their own kid-sized shopping cart with which to haul our goodies and bruise the shins of innocent Germans.
That evening was a birthday party for Mieke and Silke's dad at their house. Delicious food. Poorly behaved children (ours). The usual.
Next morning... pack, jump in the car, and off to Basel for our flight home.
The flight to London was mercifully short and uneventful. We negotiated the sprawling Terminal 5 at Heathrow much better this time since we weren't suffering from sleep deprivation. We killed time by having lunch at a Gordon Ramsay restaurant in the terminal. Good and pricey.
Our flight home was on a new(ish) 777 rather than on the old(ish) 747 that we flew out of New York on. A little less cramped if you ask me. Dinner. Movies. Sleep (for the kids). Marni actually slept through the landing.
Luggage. Car service home. Bed.
All in all I would call the trip a total success. The girls had a wonderful time (as did we grownups). Our hosts were fantastic and took excellent care of us.
The girls are still getting up at 4 a.m. due to jet lag. But this will pass. So let's do this again!
In a year. Or two.
