So, I know most of you are doing the whole Thanksgiving tomorrow and this weekend, and I’m not and that’s lame. What’s even lamER is that we WERE going to do Thanksgiving with some friends from Indiana but it ended up they couldn’t come. Dang permit shenanigans. (But we’ll see you sometime, Carlos and Alyse!)
It is suddenly very cold. Big sigh. I do not like it Sam I am.
In other news, on Monday we went into Bern for the Zibelemärit aka Onion Market. It’s a festival for uhh, selling onions and garlic. I don’t know why. Here are the pictures
Weird little onion people.
My favorite—onions in traditional Swiss costume.
Grandma onions knitting.
Vendors and stalls and things.
Brett really considered getting one of these belt buckles- the one with the plain bear. But didn’t.
I liked these little tree creatures.
There was tons of confetti being thrown. It was all over the streets and everywhere, but people actually throw it AT you. Little kids will have their bags, and when other kids walk by they chuck a handful of it at them. There were also plastic mallet things being sold, and sometimes people would whack you as you walked by. Strange, isn’t it?
You can see some confetti on Hazel’s hat. Also, someone made the fountain all bubbly.
Jethro trying to decide which knife he likes the best.
Department store Christmas displays are very perty.