Surf City

Musical training should start early. So here you see Karl setting up his drum-kit made up of common household items, as is tradition amongst toddlers since the earliest times. Luckily we have walls about a yard thick (we do live in a stately building from the 1840s) or maybe just very tolerant neighbors. Or both? So far grooving is not part of Karl's routine yet. But he sure makes up his lack of rhythm with volume.

Otherwise Bavarian winter is proving to be rather Californian. While our Berlin friends whine about a serious lack of daylight the skies around here tend to be of an undisturbed crisp blue. And some locals have decided to ignore the arrival of winter altogether, continuing their surf routine on the world famous river wave. Which is on Karl's way back from the daycare center, so Fred sometimes takes him there to watch the guys in black rubber jump into the icy waves of the creek that is actually called Ice Creek. Might make it harder to teach him the meaning of the word "crazy" sometime later, but he does enjoy the frigid spectacle.