First off, of course there’s a single word in German for “pony riding!”
Basel has two zoos, Zoo Basel where we’re members and we go all the time (and have thus stopped posting about going) and Tierpark Lange Erlen. I had found the website for Tierpark a long time ago and even have it bookmarked in Chrome under “Basel,” but we hadn’t ever been. I wasn’t sure exactly where it was and since we’re members at Zoo Basel, it just seemed easier to keep going there.
Well, Tierpark has something that Zoo Basel doesn’t: Pony rides. Yes, for an hour and 15 minutes every Sunday, you can pay CHF 2.50 for your child to ride around the pony trail one time. It’s so expensive for what it is and such a small window of time, but I knew G would love it. We also had some surprisingly nice weather for late-February, so we headed over one Sunday afternoon, just before G’s birthday.
Admission to Tierpark is free, which is definitely nice and makes the pony ride cost much easier to swallow. We got there a little early, so we looked at a few animals. G was very anxious about the ponies, though, so we didn’t stray too far from their trail.
G did two pony rides and ended up on the same pony both times.
For ride #2, Andy stood in line with her so that I could get to a better position for taking pictures.
The adult woman who was helping the kids get on and off of their ponies was only speaking German. When G got on her pony the second time, the lady said something to her that Andy didn’t catch. But then! G answered her, “Ja genau.”
It’s a small thing, but! It was G speaking German out in public without our encouragement. Her teachers at preschool have told us that she’s picked up on a lot, but we don’t know enough German to really challenge her. This was very exciting.
(Of course, Andy told me about it and when I told G that I was proud of her, she told me she hadn’t spoken German to the lady. So.)
There were a couple of other fun things at the park, outside of the zoo.
There’s also a large playground with slides, climbing structures, and a see-saw.
Because it was warm enough to be outside in only jackets instead of coats, lots of people were eating ice cream cones. G kept asking for one, but we didn’t want drumsticks from the zoo.
If I’m going to eat ice cream outside in February, it’s gonna be the good stuff.