This post was actually supposed to be written a week ago….but with the stomach bug last week and again temperatures over 30°C there was neither energy nor ambition to sit down and write. Which is a pity because the weekend before all of our energy levels were fully loaded again (and it is alarming how fast that’s gone again :-)).

Last weekend we took the chance to enjoy some time as a couple before our lives will be dominated once again by sleepless nights, breastfeeding hours and teething. The little one was handed over to her grandparents and Karsten and I spent the day in Freiburg, one of our favorite cities in Germany. We went shopping – mainly books for the little one, but with enough time and peace to sit down and browse through all the interesting and good books the nice guy in the children book shop recommended us (a children book shop! Can there be anything better??). We ate pizza. And ice-cream. We enjoyed a really cool book project which attracted lots of people, especially families, and welcomed everyone to sit down, get comfortable and browse through books. We relaxed. We enjoyed some rain. We went to the beer garden where we already ate on the evening of our civil wedding and enjoyed some proper Alsacian Wurstsalat. We went to the cinema to watch Slow West. We slept in a hotel. And enjoyed the best hotel breakfast ever (with waffles and a juicer to design your own fruit juice). And after a short stop at the book project again, underlined by the sunday morning peal of bells of the Freiburg cathedral, we went back to my parents in law.

The little one picked us up at the tram station. When she saw us, she tossed and turned on the ground because she apparently wanted her time with the grandparents to continue and somehow we didn’t fit into the picture anymore. I guess it was a beautiful weekend for all of us and it can and should be repeated as soon as possible 🙂

It was such a perfect break. Even with a big belly. Freiburg is such a beautiful city with its little canals, the music groups on every corner, all the individual shops, the good food and the cultural offers. And the time as a couple was long overdue. With a small kid, work, the hot summer and the pregnancy, the days are too often dictated by daily routine. Daily routine which I find harder and harder to cope with simply because I can’t do as much as usual. It too often results in discussions, in sighs and discontendness concerning who should do what and when. No sighs and discontendness this weekend though. Instead the feeling as if we were back in time, back at university, with a light heart and without the daily responsibility which comes with being grown-up.

Such a nice treat in between!