This post originally included photos, but through my own stupidity, I accidentally deleted them. Despite repeated attempts to retrieve them, they are permanently gone. My heart is broken.
OK, so I already mentioned that my mother is a saint and offered to come stay with our kids so Brad and I could escape Germany for a while and go on the cruise to Alaska. No really, my mom is seriously going straight to heaven. She doesn't speak a word of German, yet she came and braved this crazy place and took care of my crazy kids. She even took them downtown on the train to watch a movie (the movie was in English, but she got them all there)! Pretty great!
After Brad and I returned, my dad flew in and joined us for a week of partying in Berlin. I have to hand it to him, too, because after a 12ish hour flight (which included 2 hours 45 minutes of waiting in the plane to be able to take off), he was willing to come to my kids' school to watch the elementary Spring Pops Concert. I had a hard time staying awake at times, so I don't know how he managed to keep his eyes open. But, he was a good sport, and my kids were thrilled to look into the audience and see Grandma and Grandpa Larson there cheering them on.
Mom and I outside the main Sanssouci residence. It was surprisingly small, and a big deal was made of the fact that Voltaire lived here for 3 years. Frederick the Great was apparently a big fan of French culture, but he never actually set foot in France. Faker.
My mom was really interested in seeing Prague, which is only a 3ish hour drive from Berlin, so we used some of Brad's Marriott points (all that travel does have its perks), and spent the weekend in the Czech Republic. When we were driving there on Friday night, there was construction on the highway, so we got detoured through some amazing countryside just inside the Czech border. For once, we were all glad for road construction, as the detour afforded us the most picturesque part of our road trip.
As we were driving, this little castle just popped up on a hill beside the river. We don't know anything about it. Apparently, it is just a friendly neighborhood ancient hill-top castle. Doesn't every town have one?
Saturday morning, we got up and took a day tour of Prague. It was the exact same tour I went on last October when Brad's family was here - same guide, in fact - and it was every bit as delightful as I remembered. Brad wasn't with us the last time we were in Prague, but he has had to listen to us imitate the guide's accent ever since October. The first time our guide said "Wenceslas Squee-uhr", Brad turned to me with wide eyes and a huge grin on his face. He finally got what we've been saying all this time!
What's not to like about a boat tour? You sit on a shady boat, enjoy a lovely beverage, and calmly float down a river looking at beautiful buildings that have been there for hundreds of years. Not a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon!
After the boat tour, the guide took us to the Jewish Quarter of Prague, where we saw this old cemetary. You have to look closely to see the grave stones; they are 12+ feet up behind that iron fence on the left. This was the only cemetary for Jewish people for hundreds of years, so they had to get creative about fitting all the dead people into it. People are buried in layers - up to 12 layers in places - so that is why it is so high above street level.
All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed having my parents here to visit. They are such great visitors because they are game for just about anything and so easy to hang out with. It was hard to see them leave, but I was consoled somewhat with the knowledge that the kids and I would be seeing them in Utah in only about 3 weeks! Yay! Summer is almost here!






















