We grew accidental carrots!

This winter, like any creature of average intellect, Andy and I decided to fly south for the winter. Our first stop was Granada- which we hit up via Malaga.

A week after heading south to Munich, we hit up Deutschebahn again, and set off due (south)west, for Koeln, and more adventures with the wandering A-M clan (this time, just Ariel).

Ok.. We’re currently in Granada, and I haven’t finished writing about the trip to Barcelona several months ago. Which makes our lives sound a lot more glamourous than they are, and also makes me sound super tardy.

Do you like Munich? I have the feeling that many non-Bavarian Germans don’t tend to have a lot of positive things to say about Germany’s deep south.. but then when you press them on the issue, it often turns out that they haven’t had a lot of interaction with the whole situation.

After feasting our eyes on La Sagrada Familia, Andy and I split from the folks in search of some more of Barcelona’s art scene.

So.. I think I promised many of you a look at our Christmas tree this year.

It’s -3 degrees in Potsdam, my toes are constant icicles, and my poor balcony parsley is  now preserved as a rather crisp and pathetic shadow of its former self.

So last week my birthday present arrived.

I took too many photos. And I’m not even sorry.