Once upon a summer day
We walked upon stony path
It took us hither and tither
Among windy trees
A curious garden
Filled with märchen
Stories from Grimm
Stories from family
Stories we will tell
Stories we are writing now
Stories that will live on
Long past memories of being here
The power of stories
Told for now and ever
Today's story is that of stories
Here it goes...
We began the day after a really nice and needed rest. We headed out to see an amazing palace in Ludwigsburg. It blew my mind the extravagance in which some people lived, live, and will continue to live. A few things struck me while we there.
Our companions and hosts are so incredibly sweet. They're filled with love and kindness. And a sense of playfulness I hope we can continue to strive for and foster in us. I loved spending the day with them!
The palace was so big! And patriarchy needs to die. This king dude, like so many kingly and non-kingly dudes, had one whole wing of the palace to himself. One for his wife, and one section for his "other activities" and mistresses. We walked over a kilometer today and that was not even the whole palace!
History. So much has happened before us and so much is bound to happen after. Our footprint is all we get to control. I'm glad to be taking steps with you. I love being in a place where so much history has happened. I looked at all those tall beautiful portraits of those people, and like in the Van Gogh museum, I wondered, "What must this person be thinking while they were getting painted?" "Did they need to fart or were they getting sleepy?"
|Surrounded by fairies and satyrs.|
The boy on the tour with us. The tween boy who was on the tour with us. I was sure he was on the autism spectrum and in addition to that was behaving as though he was very sensory deprived. I wondered about him, his Mamma he was with who seemed to pay no attention to him, and why he wanted to walk so close to us.
Our tour guide. She seemed like a very proficient guide and apart from 2 sentences in English, very stoically told Emma aunty that we came to a German museum in Germany - why did we expect English? Good to know!
Märchengarten. A land of stories and fairy tales. I am not kidding - we need to bring our kids back here. I have been to a few places with children now in the US (especially Colorado), thanks to my job as a teacher and the amazing Elizabeth who plans the most supremely thoughtful outdoor and experiential learning experiences for children. Apart from my field trips with Elizabeth, I haven't seen the kind of ingenuity and kid-friendliness we have seen here in Germany (and Norway) in the States. The way steps are deigned with a ramp for strollers. Bathrooms are bigger to take strollers in with you. Strollers are made to climb mountains. Today, we even saw a stroller with a little ramp in front for another kid to stand on and get a ride (picture below after a sad link and news from Berkeley). We're not parents, so I can't speak to parenting. But as an observer of facilities and accommodations, it seems like we could do more to make things easier for parents and children in the US.
|Mildy creepy? Yes. Über cool? YES!|
Today, US Berkeley announced that it would drop health coverage for families and I know that our country can do more - for its people, and families.
|Ramp with steps in the middle for strong mommas and papas to take their strollers down steps.|
Two days ago there was another shooting in Lafayette. You and I had a conversation about the difference between guns and gun laws while we drove to eat a delicious Indian dinner. What an irony. And what privilege we have.
That's today's story. A story of stories. And let's see what tomorrow will bring and what story we will tell.
With a backpack of privilege I'm slowly unpacking,
P.S. - the sweet Punjabi guy at the Indian restaurant today did a pretty funny double take when you said thank you in Hindi to him. ; ) Also, tauji told me how lucky I am to have found someone like you when you were in the bathroom at the restaurant. I want you to know that I think he's completely right.