Mom Shanti

Musings on living abroad, motherhood, yoga, and all the in betweens…

The insanity of time passage and loss thereof… August 7, 2011

Filed under: Kids,Nyon,Uncategorized — momshanti @ 8:24 pm

Let me just say, the workshop in Mexico was incredibly motivating.  Like, fire in my undies motivating.  So much so that I arrived at

Alesha and I! New partners...

home, met a woman who was itching to do SOMETHING with yoga as much as I, stopped daydreaming about it and took the plunge to start a business with a complete stranger over lunch.  So began Gather, our collaboration together:  http://www.gatheryoga.com.   We haven’t looked back, and so far we’ve even put on a couple of successful workshops and are in the process of organizing the Geneva Yoga Conference with its founder, Daniel Anner!  Things have been going swimmingly, and I have been managing the start of this business and my lovely little nest relatively well considering, well, we are trying to start a business.

Or so I thought.

I just read a post (holistic , mind you) that “injuries to one’s lower extremities signal a disconnection with foundation.”

SHIT.

Nash and his two cousins.

Going on a week ago, we celebrated the ‘premier aout’ (1st of August) here in Switzerland, comparable to the 4th of July in the States.  Lovely display of fireworks (estimated 1 million for each commune on Lake Geneva!  Not the same recession that the US is feeling right now it seems.)  The following day, Nash and I decided to spend at Grandmaman’s, playing in the yard, jumping on the trampoline, walking to the pool, hanging with the cousins… typical Swiss summer day.  That afternoon post nap, we packed it up and were headed out to pick up Papa from work (and my favorite Thai curry), so I was a little hasty in our departure knowing that I needed to swing by my sister-in-law’s to pick up a lovely table that Fred has inherited.  It has a glass top.  I carried it to the car mindlessly, instead focusing on how I would cool the car more quickly as Nash was sweltering,

THE table.

all pink and sweaty in the back seat.  Even more thoughtlessly thinking of whether or not I would order the curry in advance or just stop by, I turned the table on its side to pop it into my trunk.

Merde, I dropped the glass off the top of the table, and MERDE it shattered on the ground, and MERDE my toe hurts, it must have hit it!  So first I was thinking of how I would pick up all the glass in my sister-in-law’s driveway, when upon closer analysis, I realized that the reason my toe hurt was because I had severed it just below the bottom of the nail bed when the glass hit.  My toenail, rather than facing the blue Swiss skies were actually facing forward.  Yes, forward.

So its cheaper to sew the old toenail on as a bandaid it turns out.

To make a long story kind of short, Fred came in a taxi and drove me to ‘urgence’ and I probably spent the next 4 and half hours there having my toe sewn back together.  And I cannot help but wonder if I will even have a lovely smooth nail again, even though I know I should be thanking my luck that I a toe at all.

And so now, my bum feeling as though it will sprout roots and grow deep into the folds of the sofa, I finally have a second to come back to a space that I created almost a year ago when we moved to Nyon.  Oh the neglect.  For those of you checking this out, thank you for your patience.  I will try to make more of an effort now that the novelty of ‘starting a business’ is wearing off, although that doesn’t necessarily mean the work is any less, that I am sure of!

What I realize is that this little base of a soapbox that I have been writing from was, in a way, my journal of keeping track of comings and goings and just little episodes of our life here.  And I miss sharing that.  It seems so sad that it simply comes to a screeching halt after the climax that was Mexico!

So, back to foundation, connecting a little to my root- to my expression of what is going on around me- that creative outlet that in some ways I completely attribute to the latest chapter/adventure.  I know that letting some of that expression out gave me way more space and loads more confidence to move forward with Gather.   There is so much to be said in getting the word on the page… (literally!) Writing the story in a way that makes you shine.  And knowing that every single situation holds that potential…  Not that this last story is so much that, I was anything but shiny last Tuesday, but here I am. Planted to my couch and back to tippity tapping on MomShanti.  It’s a start!

And this is such a new chapter that maybe it needed a dramatic break before it began.  Motherhood is not so different than it was before, although I do feel now there is a little more juggling going on with schedules, but if anything I am the better for it.  I am chosing to participate in the life that I want to live.  And the best part about it?

Living as an example for my son.

 

November already? November 18, 2010

Filed under: Kids,Nyon,Seasonal — momshanti @ 8:53 pm

What is it about having a child that makes the days, weeks, months, YEARS go by so incredibly quickly?  I cannot believe that we are closing in on Thanksgiving in a short week already!  I feel like I celebrated Nash’s first birthday yesterday, and here I am gearing up for his second in a couple of months.  Where has 2010 gone, is what I want to know?

We are keeping ourselves so busy in our busy little lives, honestly, Monday is Friday.  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Who?      I am trying to pay such close attention to the details, take loads of pictures, even record our morning breakfasts together on my PhotoBooth (in between Backyardigans episodes, my newest trick in the book!)  in an attempt to slow it down, but its all in vain it seems.  And in some ways, its great because it means that being home in South Carolina and New Orleans comes before I know it!  The flip side of it is that the vacation visit itself feels like half of an inhale, I am not kidding.

So in these parts right now Fall is on the verge of being completely fallen, at least foliage-wise.  Its been full of gorgeous light, brilliant colors, brisk days and bluebird skies, but I am feeling that cold that cuts through your clothes creeping in bit by bit by the day.  The smell of wood burning in fireplaces wafts in the air which always reminds me that soon the entire population of Switzerland will be trecking themselves into the mountains come the weekend.  There is something about all of this happening that makes me want to get under my faux fur blanky and snuggle down with Mieussy the cat nuzzled in the crook of my knee.  Much as I adore my little man, there isn’t much about him that is calming or relaxing  at the moment apart from when he sleeps.  And then the world does slow down for a little bit.  Then I look into his serene little face all relaxed in unconscious bliss and all that is chaotic and frenzied and crazy in our day-to-day life doesn’t even seem to exist anymore.  Oh the dichotomy of motherhood!

Our waking days are Olympic festivities of Cow Bouncing, Scooter Pushing, Moto Riding, Digger Crawling, Sofa Launching, Tickle Rolling… the list goes on and on of events.  We could also include Drawer Unloading and DVD Displaying if I were getting really technical.  Oh, and my very own special event?  Food Chasing.  Yes, we are still having issues with eating while sitting, but so it goes.  If I turn the t.v. on he sits.  So which is it?  Eating while zoned out in front of tellie or while on the go performing one of the aforementioned events?  Judge all you like, the boy ate half a raw red pepper today and cauliflower gruyere gratin, so at least I am getting some good stuff into him;)  Could be McDonalds.  Which we also did this week I will shamelessly admit.  And that he actually did eat sitting down.   He calls the whole experience ‘Frite,’ which is French for ‘french fry.’

 

 

So voila, it is this constant pull of ‘yes and no’ and ‘good and bad’ and ‘more and less’ and ‘go and STOP!!!’   He has this fearlessness that scares the hell out of me sometimes.  And yet, I am so fiercely proud of what I see as independence.  Confidence even.   Perhaps it is this constant undulation that makes time feel as though its moving in fast-forward mode, I don’t know.

What I do know is that I better pay attention quick because I can feel it, its going to be a decade from now when I wake up tomorrow.

 

Homage, Haircuts and Hand-knits…. November 8, 2010

Filed under: Kids,Nyon,Seasonal — momshanti @ 8:34 pm

Nash's first haircut!

A Halloween Homage to our Troops Abroad...

So Halloween has come and gone.  Living abroad and celebrating Halloween always raises an eyebrow or two over here, but I cannot help myself.  What is more fun than dressing up my little doll of a child and parading him around the neighborhood all decked out like a little American soldier?   You can’t really see it, but there is an American flag on that sleeve there.  Oh how my patriotism strengthens the longer I am away!  Also, written on the pajamas that Mom brought with her must be noted:  Major Cutie.  So yes, I got out my good make-up brushes and camo’ed him up.  He wasn’t sure what to think of seeing himself in the mirror like this and would walk by and take a long lingering look at my handiwork, but he didn’t try to wipe it or smear it, so I took that as an ‘okay.’  Fred took him house to house, but he mostly wanted to just run up and down the street.  And any candy that did make into the trick-or-treat sack was immediately fished out and commanded open.  So no, that part didn’t work out so well, but I still had fun!  Set up a cobweb fringed séance on my front porch to freak out the neighbors a bit…   I heart Halloween!

Other eventful news out of our household, Nash had his first haircut yesterday!  Its been a constant back and forth do we cut it, do we leave it.   And much as I love the curls, and I do mean LOVE… those are the ringlets from his earliest days to be safeguarded forever and ever…  it was time to even things out a bit.  And I did get a little scissor happy, or rather just had to keep fixing my you-know-what-ups, which meant that it is a little shorter than I intended, but I figure it will grow out cute.   But oh the hesitation at making that first snip!  Fred was eventually like, just DO it already!  And I did.  So its done.  And it will grow.  Wait, did I already say that?

And here is another pic for all of you who are going, I cannot believe she cut all those curls off (you know who you are) where you can see that they ARE still there, just a little modified…

A

SEE! I didn't cut ALL the curls out!

Last week we were in London with my beloved girlfriend, Laura, who is closing in on the last couple of weeks of her second pregnancy.  I love visiting the UK, most importantly because I get to see her and Cole, but secondly, the English makes me feel like I get a little dose of home.  Even if they do say funny things like ‘loo’ and ‘lorry’ and ‘panda car.’  But while we were there Laura gave me a few hand-me-downs-on-loan (she is having another boy), and so I leave you with Nash’s newest threads.  This outfit makes me smile, though I have to tell you Fred’s comment when he saw Nash all decked out…

He looks like a Swiss-German.

Oh yes, double-pointed! Maybe Fred's right;)

A Nana Wilson Original... thanks Laura and Cole

 

Mom and Tomtom! October 14, 2010

Filed under: Food,Kids,Nyon,Seasonal — momshanti @ 6:39 am

Oh the visit from a parent who lives overseas.  Or two!  I have Mom and Dad here right now, and my house is buzzing with their presence.  Nash is a wild banshee showing off for them, its irresistible to see how excited he is to have them here.  We are still working out names, but seems like Mom and Tomtom are sticking.  Mom came about from him hearing me talking to her on Skype, mostly when the connection was cutting and I would try to see if she could hear me by saying, “Mom?  Mom?”  So, Mom it is, its seems.  Thanks to my French-speaking husband, I am referred to as ‘Maman,’ so no conflict of interest here, if you were concerned about that.

As for Tomtom, I am not sure he isn’t confusing that for what he calls Uncle, which is Tonton.  He has seen plenty of Uncle Rusty and Dad on Skype, so no telling, but Dad is definitely Tomtom now.  And Nash calls for him incessantly.  He’ll even take bites of food for Tomtom when he isn’t even in the room!  “Eat your dinner so you can get big and strong and ride on Tomtom’s tractor!”  Okay, so maybe that one is more for the tractor than Tomtom, but “Have a bite for Tomtom” has also been effective.  Thanks to Tanya for the idea who was coercing her child with, “Bite for Mickey Mouse!”    Or another super effective one?  “Yo Gabba Gabba says eat your dinner!”

 

Broby from Yo Gabba... why the coersion at dinner is so effective!

 

So yes, back to my units, having them here is wonderful, and the first of its nature since

Nash was only a wee six-week old!  Mom has been here twice since  my last SC visit, so very grateful for her enthusiasm for international travel, I must say!  And oh, are we having fun.  Walks to town, romps in the garden, Gymboree with an audience, running around a château while simultaneously doing a bit of wine tasting…  and I am cooking up a storm with all the distraction for Nash!  Its fantastic.   (Okay, as fantastic as chopping half my nail off of my finger whilst chopping onions after a wee afternoon wine tasting can be… Aie!!)

 

Lausanne family

 

I must admit, times like these I am always weighing the pros and cons of parents close by and those that live oh so far away. With Fred’s family who are close by, we visit relatively frequently.  (Most of them, Tata Mag and Tonton Bastien are the exception in Canada, so ours is a visitation of even less frequency, sadly.)  I wouldn’t say every other weekend, but every few weekends, and its great.  Nash knows his aunt, uncle, cousins and Mamie quite well.   He gets antsy in the backseat when we pull into the driveway out of excitement to play with everyone and have their affections showered upon him… I didn’t grow up with family this close to us, but the way that I felt about family visitations as a kid, I know I would have absolutely loved it.

Or would I have?  Maybe the reason I would not be able to sleep at night in excited anticipation of visiting family from afar was because it WAS only a two-three time occurence per year.  And then we’d have an entire chunk of two weeks to really spend quality time together, getting to the point where we get on each other’s nerves, and then moving beyond that to the real meat of relationships and togetherness.

But then you have to miss them for the next however many months and months until you see them again, that I remember not loving so much.  Sometimes I toy with the idea of being closer to my family and then I realize that the months of planning and looking forward to seeing them, the joy at hugging after months of being away, and waking up to a coffee together day after day, this is something that I would also miss.  It really is a toss up!  And easy to write about with Dad softly snoring upstairs, Nash chatting in his bed about the day to come or dreams that he had last night, who knows, and Mom making her way down the stairs to a pot of freshly brewed…

Taste for the day:

This is an homage to my friend, Laura, who I have mentioned before.  When she was living in Geneva around the time that Nash was born, she was cranking out all kinds of incredible baked goods to help keep my post-baby body all nice and cushy for breastfeeding…  and one of my faves were Pumpking Chocolate Chip Cookies.  Oh yummy delight of delights.  Obviously my version wasn’t half the goodness of hers, but I am trying.  I actually had to modify mid-batch.  The agave completely liquified the dough (even when halving for the amount of the sweetener), so adding a half a cup extra of whole wheat flour sorted that right out.  And that even happened after I tried cooking liqui-cookies on the sheet.  Yeeks.  In the bin directly.

So yes, cannot even find the actual recipe anymore, but mixed up whole wheat and spelt flours in place of white and subbed one of the cups of flour with flax-seed and oatmeal.  Used a whole 2 cups of chocolate chips in my excitement of having some on hand again, now that Mom is here!  Organic chocolate chips… mmmmmm.   But it was a bit much, especially for Fred, big surprise, but for me, too.  Ah, also I do not have access to canned pumpkin, so had to cook the real deal.  Might have put a bit much of that, too, which could have added to the sauciness of the cookie dough.   Alas, they were all eaten, even if half the contingency of consumption happened as free handouts at Gymboree.

Sound for the day:  Listening to NPR’s All Songs/24 hour music off of their website http://www.npr.org…  One of my absolute new favorites.  Between Radiohead, the National, Tegan and Sara, The Be Good Tanyas, and now Polvo-  good good stuff.

Happy day, and a bientot!

 

Fall is falling! October 4, 2010

Filed under: Food,Kids,Nyon,Seasonal — momshanti @ 7:30 am

Zucchini Chocolate Chip muffins This is my breakfast this Monday morning while Nash has a grasse matinée.  Okay that half of the one in the back was about a fourth of it, the one in the front is a miniature version (for Nash) with flax added (next time I will add to the big muffins, too), but either way, they are amazing.  I am still able to find huge bright green zucchini here in Nyon, and over the weekend they inspired the muffins.  Actually, my friend Kelly’s blog inspired the idea with her recent zucchini cake (You are what I Eat), but I figured I would doctor up the recipe a little since I had no butter and wanted to use my grape seed oil.  I found the recipe at one of my favorite food blogs (Smitten Kitchen), and actually had chocolate chips on hand.  Finding chocolate chips is one of my self-admitted and oh so ridiculous complaints here in Switzerland.  Am I so American that chopping chocolate just doesn’t cut it for me?  Yes, and most especially in baked goods.  I like the wee droppings with the curl at the top and how they melt into perfect, yet subtle (okay depending on how many I use), little hints of chocolate in my goods.  And I was ready to sacrifice my last package as Mom arrives in a week with a few (hopefully) bags full.

Zucchini Bread (from http://www.smittenkitchen.com)
Adapted from several sources

Yield: 2 loaves or approximately 24 muffins

3 eggs
1 cup olive or vegetable oil
1 3/4 cups sugar ( 1 cup of agave)
2 cups grated zucchini (used a little more)
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
3 cups all-purpose flour
3 teaspoons cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon nutmeg
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon salt (seems like a lot, but without salted butter, oh so necessary)
1/2 cup chopped walnuts or pecans (optional) (or ground flax seeds)
1 cup dried cranberries, raisins or chocolate chips or a combination thereof (optional) (YES chocolate)

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Grease and flour two 8×4 inch loaf pans, liberally. (See those pictures of the cakes inside their non-stick pans? Yup, they’re pretty much hanging out in there for the time being.) Alternately, line 24 muffin cups with paper liners.

In a large bowl, beat the eggs with a whisk. Mix in oil and sugar, then zucchini and vanilla.

Combine flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, baking soda, baking powder and salt, as well as nuts, chocolate chips and/or dried fruit, if using.

Stir this into the egg mixture. Divide the batter into prepared pans.

Bake loaves for 60 minutes, plus or minus ten, or until a tester inserted into the center comes out clean. Muffins will bake far more quickly, approximately 20 to 25 minutes. (Mine took 20 minutes exactly, they cook really quick!)

my note- Substituting agave nectar will make the dough seem impossibly runny (and much less desirable pre-baked, unfortunately), but they always turn out fine.  Just make sure when you are doing this that you don’t do even exchange.  You will have complete liqui-dough if you do.  Usually half works fine, sometimes a little extra (thank you, Laura!)  Also, adding the flax helps.

 

Swiss Boskoops

 

These I found at a roadside honesty-policy stand (I will add a photo soon!)  They have apples, pears, fresh boxed apple juices, a few autumnal veggies, pumpkins, very strange wine jam confections and a little cash box with a slit where you are expected to dutifully pay what they ask.  This request is usually hand written on a little piece of paper tacked to the wall of the wooden stand.  It is in their driveway, and I sometimes wonder if they are sitting inside the window listening for the ‘clank-clank-clank’ of the Swiss franc to hit the bottom of the tin box.

Anyway, the end result of these apples was this tart.

 

Fred's apple tart

 

Or, rather, what was left of this tart.  My husband made this!  Okay, so I bought the ready-made whole wheat pastry dough, but he peeled, cored, and cut all the apples, prepared a very interesting base of mixed ground hazelnuts, pine nuts, and walnuts (I think), and then poured a yummy egg-milk-cinnamon mixture over the top, glazed it with butter and agave, let it cook an hour in a medium heat oven, and VOILA!  Delicious.  Just enough sweet from the tart Boskoops to balance the nutty crumbly base… I love when Fred bakes.  Fred’s dad, Claude, had a great talent for making amazing apple tarts. He had an apple tree growing in his beloved garden, and took great pride in slicing the apples very VERY finely.  His apple tarts from his apple tree were almost as great a pride as his rose bushes…  its hard to believe that he is gone.

 

Nash's early fall picnic

 

 

the view...

 

Saturday lunchtime, here is Nash having a picnic on our back stoop.   I set up one of my old salvaged crates from Tampa that I dragged all the way here when Fred and I moved six years ago, as if old beat-up wooden crates don’t exist in Europe.   Anyway, it is the perfect height and he loved having his own little table in the backyard, and it is very sweet for me that my old Tamps ‘piece’ is now something so useful!

And last but not least, our Saturday afternoon we decided to stop in at the Panier Gourmand (“The Gourmet Basket”).  I was astounded at the size of one of their pumpkins, and couldn’t help but prop my child up next to it for a photo-op.  This is the biggest pumpkin I have ever seen here.  I think living out in the ‘countryside’ of Vaud might change my relationship with courges (pumpkins).  In Geneva, I would see the odd pumpkin here and there at the grocery store, often already cut and packaged into little more-easily manageable slices, and even small ‘decorative’ ones come Halloween.  But pumpkin patches?  I have spent six years envying all the facebook pumpkin patch albums, I must admit.  But here, there seem to be pumpkins everywhere!  Already I have come across huge assortments of all colors, shapes, textures, sizes…  very excited about all of this.  And it makes me feel VERY fall, which is my favorite season, in fact.  It means butternut squash everything.  I overdid it with the butternuts last year, but have a coconut butternut squash dish on the agenda for this week already (sorry, Fred!)  Bienvenue l’automne!

 

BIIIIIG pumpkin!

 

 

Ohhhhh Mallorca…. September 30, 2010

Filed under: Food,Kids,Travel — momshanti @ 7:46 am

One of the perks about living close to Geneva at the heart of Europe is that a flight to, oh, say, Palma de Majorca is only a hop (skip and jump unnecessary) away.  Last week Fred took five solid days of vacation and we took the hour and half flight to Palma.  The first family vacation without skis in tow since Nash’s arrival almost a solid two years ago!  It was due time, and who better to convince me to embark on such a journey than my most recent Geneva departee (and beloved girlfriend), Laura, who I have been missing since February.  She also has a little boy who has about 13 months on Nash, and our hubs get along well, so we figured why not?

You would think living at the heart of Europe that we do these kinds of things all the time, and every time we do something like this I think longingly, ohhhh why not more often, but to be honest this is one the first of its kind in YEARS.  We’ve done the odd weekend here and there, but not a real deal week-long out and about just being wanderlustly obnoxiously oblivious yet oh so obviously TOURISTS.  And it was fabulous, even if we were obnoxious, which I assure you we were.  Oversized bags hanging off the sides of loaded down strollers, city map in hand looking up, down and around at sights, pushing our way into crowded restaurants and then plopping our nap deprived child into the high chair (Ipod in hand to watch downloaded Yo Gabba Gabba, mind you), him all the while protesting ‘WALK.’

But the flip side of all of that was that once we were at our little casa in the middle of the Soller orange groves, feet kicked up on the coffee table sipping lattes and catching up with two of our favorite people as our babies finally slept upstairs…  vacation at last.  At least until morning when the boys were up and as rambunctious as the day prior.  The two wee ones definitely had a love-hate volley going on throughout the course of the week, something that was good for me to see.  It’s funny that primal sort of ‘Here you, go, my friend,’ and then, ‘NO!! MINE!!’ dialectic that kids are constantly oscillating between.   Here in Geneva, most of my close girlfriends have girls.  And we adore those girls.  And I think Nash is having to learn about personal space and respect and discipline and kindness and sensitivity to a great extent from these girls.   I must admit that it was very enlightening to see just how different being around other boys can be for Nash.   It was rough and tumble like the kid had never experienced before, and for most part, he absolutely loved it.  It was the week of tackles.  Nash has officially learned how to be taken down and take it on the chin (again, for the most part, we had our fair share of meltdowns!)

So yes, our trip to Mallorca was amazing.  We took a little vintage train from Soller to Soller Port, then Soller to Palma, spent a morning swimming in Cala Deia, this remote little cove where we were seriously the very first ones on the playa.   We climbed through the cliff side village of Deia one morning, and strolled the old cobbled alleys of Soller many times over.  Wandering the streets of the port side city of Palma, watching Nash soak it all in all the while.  The food was amazing as to be expected, and most of my day was spent pondering the next course.   Fresh olives to open the palate at every meal, squid every way you like (even in its own ink, which surprisingly was one of the boys favorites!),  a little sobrassada (black sausage of Mallorca… their identity symbol from what I understand), fresh (unpasterized, of course, so off-limits for my 8 month pregnant friend, Laura) cheeses in many colors, varieties and degrees of pungency.  And the wine.  Oh the wine.  I mostly stuck with local whites, though I did bring home one of the reds certified ‘Designation of Origin,’ which I will be trying once the weekend is a little closer upon us (I am attempting  to detox a bit this week after last weeks indulgences.)   They were delicious.  It was all delicious.  But most delicious of all was sitting on the sofa with a glass of my Majorcan white and being asked by my sweet girlfriend if I would be the godmother of her son.

This week was indeed one to go in the books, folks.  Good, good times.

 

Nash’s first Swiss circus zoo September 17, 2010

Filed under: Kids,Nyon — momshanti @ 8:21 pm

You heard that right.  The Swiss circus of Knie has its own ‘zoo.’  And they have arrived in town today for their one night show in our little town of Nyon.  As they bathe and primp the entourage for tonight’s spectacle, for a small fee of 3 francs, one can wonder through the maze of animals encircling the grand circus tent.

I have never been a huge fan of the idea of circus animals.  That they are penned up cruising around in little pint-sized boxes and

pot-bellied pig!

putting on like show ponies it just seems all a bit, well, inhumane.  But what I saw today were camels getting full body rinses, and horses being lathered and massaged.  Monkeys hooping and hollering, wind-sprinting it through little tunnels connecting three ‘cars’ and everyone lounging in the shade on hay cushioned pallets.  Not too shabby.  Maybe its all just a show, or rather in preparation for the show, but the animals did seem very well cared for as far as I could tell.  Word on the street is that Knie takes pretty good care of their lot, so we decided to check it out.

It wasn’t a huge spectacle, but enough so that Nash gave a big ‘WHOOOOOW’ on arrival.  He was happy to peek through the bars at the camels and zebras, the ponies didn’t interest him much, and the horses, well, he’s seen plenty of those.  But the elephants?  OH the elephants.  I thought we were going to have a remake of the scene at the dairy farm yesterday when he threw an absolute body-arching fit when it was time to leave the sand box.  Not a happy camper to walk away from the elephants.  Fascinating as they were munching their branches and covering themselves in hay…  nighttime routine was beckoning after an MIA nap at creche today.

So here you have it, a first for Nash.  And in the middle of our little town.  Can you tell I am loving it here?  Only in Switzerland…