But when it comes down to it, our little family is very easy to please. Our idea of adventure is (aside from just making it to Europe in the first place) a walk to a spot on a GPS that we haven't tried before, and the possibility of finding a playground as kid-incentive. Call it homemade-ultra-light-geocaching, perhaps? Maybe boring-ultra-light-geocaching?
Whatever it is, we are perfectly content.
Saturday evening we set out from the temporary apartment to Parc Tony Neuman. (Hey, say, "Parc" with a really French/German "r," immediately followed by "Tony Neuman" in an American accent. Go ahead, try it. Paachhhkk Tony Newman. This is also how we amuse ourselves. Did I mention we are easy to please?)
On satellite view, the pacchhhkk was all treetops, with a small, sandy-colored clearing in the far corner - must be the playground.
|finding the entrance|
|a promising path|
|dog chasing remote control car on the way back = icing on the cake of kid-entertainment|
|back to the entrance|
|we did it.|