Left on table: Zhu.
Right standing: Zhu (Ok. I made you do that. Sorry!)
The day we picked probably two kilos of strawberries each, which is way more than any of us would have had in a year back home.
We went nuts. The farmer must have thought this rabid pack of Asians was raping his field. We probably effectively killed the rest of his summer trade.
Along the road to the Erdbeeren farm, we discover pei shan loves weeds.
The Lethal-Tanned-Foot-Kick! THIS is in return for…
Deutschland vs Argentina
Enthusiastic over World Cup much?
We look like imported fans- slashed and marked.
Die Sonne war sehr hell.
(l) Huuuge Wilmergasse window- all the better to look out from.
(r) After too many strawberries. This is what happens after a longlong walk through a prinzipalmarkt with no public benches to sit on… Rested on some railing outside a shop and, uh- Pei Shan showed me her ‘face’ for the first time.
When our bicycle-pillioning attempt failed. ( You could say, it never really quite got off the ground. Hur hur.)
While waiting for Margaret to rescue us with her car.
Completely jaw-dropping array of home-made jams.
It was such a blessing to meet Marcus’ gastfamilie. The parents were so generous and warm. You could see all the love still flowing between them, and in the little relics of years and laughs gone by in their home.
It was almost overwhelming. I’ll never forget that.
Right at the very beginning.
The very first schloss we saw. Of course we had to take a picture in front of it- rugby huddle style!
Marcus gazing into the distance for the missing Wenda.