The hotel was a beautiful renovated castle. I should’ve taken photos of the room. It had a kitchenette, even.
As you can see, Uncle Stefan is seen and used as a jungle gym, for climbing on…

We couldn’t talk to one another, but when I made funny noises like a machine as I pushed her on the swing, it was like speaking a universal language. God, I miss playing with little kids. It’s so strange to think I was “Mom” and then that was just over.
It was a great day and a half. I wish it’d been longer and I can’t wait to see them all again. I’m pretty sure I’ll get to…
more photos from feeding the squirrels in Austria last weekend…
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