It’s time for some more pictures and comments. I have a bit of a back log, so these will stretch back a few weeks. We have only a week and a half left of classes and then final exams. We have been having some nice, spring-like days, which has been wonderful. Enjoy the pictures and look for more in a about a week.
–John
It was Noah’s turn to go to the sea with Daddy. He’s pointing to a ship that is just leaving the channel.
A picturesque boat parked along the river down town. I hope no one goes out into the open sea in it.
There are a number of bronze sculptures in the Old Town and Rachel took the kids one day to have a sort of scavenger hunt for them. This is a chimney sweep, permanently perched precariously on a roof top.
I spotted this crew rowing on the river that runs through town. There is a shell house of sorts in the background.
The kids by the river. Just to the right out of view there is a play structure in the form of a boat (along with several other play structures) that the children are especially fond of. This is about a 30 minute walk from our apartment, so we don’t visit it too often.
Not far from LCC’s campus is one of the campuses of Klaipeda University. It is housed in an old German military barracks, comprised of several buildings.
Easter morning meal at Sanda’s apartment. Sanda is from Romania, and this is standard fare for the occasion in that country. There is a loaf of bread hiding in the towel in the foreground.
Same apartment, same occasion. From left: Sanda, Rachel, Allison. You probably know who Rachel is; the other two are teachers at LCC.
The pond outside our apartment teams with birds of various kinds. I think the habit of the kids bringing out bread to throw to them has something to do with its popularity. There are gulls, ducks, coots (a most wonderful bird), and swans. I captured this image of the birds who had gathered to get a bit of that bread.
I thought this was fun. Probably not quite like grandma’s.
I went walking with the kids the other day and we came upon an area literally crawling with snails. I’ve never seen so many in my life. Both of the kids wanted to pick them up, of course. In Chayah’s hand, the snails would come out of their shells, stretch themselves out, and have a look around. In Noah’s hand, they invariably stayed tightly tucked away in their shells, letting out a dose of urine in their terror. I explained to Noah that even animals are well aware of the dangers of little boys.