The lights on the Christmas tree are twinkling softly, my poor tired Sir is sound asleep, and the only sound in the apartment is the mad clicking of two sets of laptop keys as my Girl and I catch up with our Facebook friends.
In the days since I last posted here, I have been cooking and baking for several different holiday events, and we've had some fun times with new friends here. We went to Speyer last night with a group of 14 adults and "kids," had a great dinner and trotted around the outdoor Christmas market till our feet were blocks of ice. I have yet to find a pair of boots that will keep me warm, and in fact wore Sir's hunting socks all day today with a pair of rain boots just to stay dry. I'm certain that eliminates me from future consideration for America's Top Model, but I'm willing to make the sacrifice.
This morning, we left bright and early with our picnic basket and our mittens and our Never A Dull Moment guidebook and our passports, and scooted down the Autobahn to Strasbourg, France. It was absolutely not as cool as it sounds. It's slushy, snowy, gray, freezy, trafficky, confusing, and did I mention freezy? Poor Girl was huddled under a blanket in the back seat of the car, and I don't think she thawed out till she had a pan full of fried plantains about 8 o'clock this evening. Sir drove home via Newman the GPS's offbeat country road instructions, and many of the roads were narrow, covered with inches of snow, and hard to navigate.
Strasbourg is lovely, a mix of the ancient and the modern. We had to walk a good distance to see the highlight of the town, Notre Dame cathedral (I know, I thought the only one was in Paris too, but honestly I think this one is just as beautiful.) Stained glass windows from the 13th century. Huge, lush tapestries from 1739. Candles, carvings, statuary inside and out, elaborately carved stone.......it's humbling to think that so many hands labored solely to create this structure to glorify God. I'm sure the process took decades. Imagine spending your entire career on one project, and such an important one.
My Girl has posted our pictures from the day on her facebook page. I don't know how to make them appear here, so until I figure it out, please enjoy them over there.
Amazing that in the space of about 9 hours, we went to France and back. I'm ready to tuck myself in and think about Christmas. Real Christmas, and the impossibly wonderful gift God gave us when He came from heaven to live among us and die to save us. How I love Him!
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