It's good to see a European city outside of Rome. It's been a long time. Maybe it's not a good time to start a crush on another city before I've begun my marriage to Rome, but in any case, it's nice to know that it's not living in Europe that scares me, but the (beautiful) mess that is Rome. We are in Darmstadt for the wedding of my sister-in-law. This city/town loves kids. On the bus, train and streetcar, there is a designated place to park your stroller. In the stores there are changing tables, diapers and wipes. Breastfeeding in public is absolutely accepted and there is room in which to do it; no sitting in a dark alleyway, getting honked at by rude Italian men.
My now brother-in-law lives a block from an indoor pool/spa that includes a kids area and across the street from a lake where kids can swim in the summer. Apparently German's don't believe in bathing suits for their bambinos so they all run around naked like they would in a commune in 60's Oregon. Beautiful. Everything is within walking distance from his apartment so it's really convenient with the stroller. Of course it's snowing and cold, but we bundled Luca up with blankets and layers and didn't hesitate to spend all day outside.
Tomorrow we will start our day in the clean, efficient and organized Frankfurt airport and end it in the dirty, disfunctional Fiumicino airport. Here we will wait an hour for our luggage and then cross our fingers that the taxi we arranged by phone will actually show up. Ok, maybe I exaggerate, but when you only understand 70% of what people say, all that's left is up to your imagination.
And then it all begins. But really, thank god, because this kid needs to get on a schedule.
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