One Month Left I am never more acutely aware of time flying than in the last two months of each year. When a baby year knocks on my door I have the impression of endless riches, a pot filled with days to liberally spend, a treasure chest of opportunities and chances. And there is so much to look forward to: …
A Winter Market
What makes you get up at the break of dawn on a winter morning? A promising date? A skiing trip? A crying baby? Not for me: it is MARKET day, we have packed the car yesterday, I am not so good at early morning surprises. Today, we go to Oberwil, a village close to Basel, to the Wintermarkt, one …