[After this post, I’m caught up! Maybe deciding to do a blogging challenge the same month as our move was a bad call. You live and learn.]
There is a ton of green space here in Basel, which is great anyway. But it’s especially great when you live in an apartment and don’t have a yard of your own.
And as Andy pointed out on Friday night, he doesn’t have to mow it, either, so that’s awesome for him.
At our old apartment, there was a pretty big park just a block over. It didn’t have any playground equipment, but G loved running around in it, looking at the fountain, and chasing birds.
A couple of months ago, we had some amazing weather, almost 60°F in the middle of February. We spent the afternoon in the park, obviously.
Running!
Marching!
Cutie!
Riding on Dada’s shoulders!
After Fasnacht, when the drummers walked around on Sunday afternoons, we would head to the park and check everything out.
G loves riding on Andy’s shoulders.
Andy might like it, too.
We would also spend a lot of time in the park after ballet class.
Chasing pigeons, as always.
Picking up sticks.
The park is also a great place to have a snack.
Sitting on the steps and eating a waffle.
At our new apartment, there’s a walking trail across the street and a small playground. G is pretty psyched.
Two tram stops back towards Basel, there is another playground with a swing set. I haven’t taken G there yet, but I am looking forward to her reaction! And we also pass another small park that’s installing a brand new playground. There’s a lot of cool stuff going in there. I don’t think G has noticed it through the window, so I’m tracking its progress and biding my time.
All of these parks will also be great once Zigs is over here. Taking multiple walks a day will be an adjustment for all of us, but I know it’ll be good for all of us, too. Most of the parks are dog-friendly, so we’ll have plenty of space for her to play as well!
I look forward to your daily blog. Someday Genevieve will treasure your Swiss scribblings. My Godmother’s name was Genevieve. She was my mother’s older sister. I’ve thought about her a lot since you named G.
Good photos.
Thank you!