my favorite easter memory: the german version (continued)

today i am flashing back (just as i did in yesterdays’s post) to easter weekend 2 years ago.  during this leg of the trip, we stayed in füssen as opposed to freiburg and the following events took place:
* we traveled to a nearby village, where my parents bought a cuckoo clock.
* because the weather in salzburg had been nice during the days in which i packed for the trip, i didn’t think to bring a jacket along (i cannot tell you how many times this logic of mine has failed me) and my parents were nice enough to buy me a very soft albeit slightly overpriced fleece hoodie (which i’ve worn a lot in the past 2 years, so i don’t feel too badly about that).
* we toured a couple of castles, took a couple of horse drawn carriage rides and learned a lot about my favorite bavarian (könig ludwig, of course).
   
 
also, i’ll never forget the funny conversation that took place between my parents on this train ride.  there was a screaming baby a few seats away from us and my dad said, “no matter how old i am, every time i hear a baby cry, a little part of me jumps, thinking it’s my own child.  i guess i’ll always be alert to the sound, after raising you three girls and waking up all the time when you were babies.” to which my mom replied, “that’s interesting, because i don’t remember you being the one losing sleep…pretty sure i was the one taking care of the babies and you were the one snoring the night away.”