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For Andy’s Birthday dinner…

Fun with the Fujifilm Instax 210 Instant Camera.

Dinner with Friends at Limon Rotisserie

Cocktail Hour Wednesdays

We found out recently that the movers will not allow us to bring much of our liquor back to the US.

Which is sad.

But, presented us with an opportunity.

So, we have started these Wednesday night cocktail hours.

The first and second weeks, only a couple of people came.

But word got out.

Or, rather, we continued inviting people.

And last Wednesday, by 8:30, we had eleven friends drop by. All thirsty for pre-prohibition cocktails.

It was fantastic!
Perhaps we’ll see you for the next one. After all, we won’t be here too much longer.

Flohmarkt

A while back, our friends Kate and Bolte had a yard sale.

In Germany, they call this a flohmarkt.

They held it in the courtyard of their apartment building in the weststadt, here in Heidelberg.

Kate and Bolte are moving to London in a couple months…which makes me sad.

Nevertheless, they need to downsize.

They used to own a gallery and shop in town, the Bourgeois Pig. So, that, and the fact that they both have incredible taste–in music, in clothing, in art–made for a better-than-your-average flohmarkt.

And have a bunch of cool stuff to sell over the next few weeks. There was even a gramophone!

But alas, it is sold.

If you are in the Heidelberg area, you should stop by for the next one. I’ll post the flyer here on my blog.

I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.

The Brooklyn Flea has nothing on these two.

As you can see many friends came by, from far and near, babies in tow, not only to support and shop…

…but to hang out, catch up, and just enjoy the day.

It was such a lovely way to wile away the time.

And the weather was perfect.

Even Andy and I didn’t walk away empty-handed. No siree.

You’re looking at the chair I’m sitting on right this very minute.

. . . . .

And that minute is late. So I’ll head to bed.

Crete, part 2: Almyrida Beach and Plaka

A seaside lunch, and toasts all around …a cold beer to wash down a nap on the beach …a dinner game containing a basket full of stories …a setting sun and a stolen kiss …a perfect first day in Crete.

let’s get LOST…

We, like many people, watched LOST. And followed it from its inception…through dating to getting married, then moving out of the country and becoming expats, making new friends and creating new lives abroad. Now that LOST was ending, we needed an equally momentous way to mourn its loss.

So we had a party.