"One day it occurred to me that it had been many years since the world had been afforded the spectacle of a man adventurous enough to undertake a journey through Germany on foot. After much thought, I decided that I was a person fitted to furnish to mankind this spectacle. So I determined to do it. This was in March, 1878." Mark Twain, A Tramp Abroad



[Still no camera cord. Apparently huge strides in efficiency have yet to be made in the international postal service. Nevertheless, we managed to resurrect the antiquated mini digital camera and snap a few photos so that we can make a post or two while we're waiting--please forgive the inferior photo quality.]

As you are coming down from your post-Halloween sugar highs and reliving the highlight's from last night's Halloween parties and trick-or-treating adventures, please take pity on us German-transplants who were not so fortunate. No candy corn, no witch's brew, no costumes, no jack-o-lanterns, no trick-or-treaters. Halloween hasn't really caught on in Heidelberg, so October 31st seemed just like an ordinary day here. I must admit that I was a bit disappointed that little Penelope didn't have the experience of being stuffed into some cute costume and carted around the neighborhood--not that she would remember anyhow.

So here is how we celebrated the day:

We frolicked in the gardens of Schwetzingen Castle. This is the father doing his best impression of the "frolic."

And feeling festive, we carved pumpkins and fed the insides to Penelope.

Well, not really. Instead of maliciously cutting up pumpkins here, Germans actually use them to make things like pumpkin soup, and apparently baby food.

The little one was a big fan of the K├╝rbis!