But I was so excited about all of it, that I fell asleep really late, once we got to our new home.
Next morning, Papa's gone. Nothing new, so Mama and I went out on our own. Exploring the surroundings. Walking lots.
...and finding playgrounds. The kids spoke different languages I'm used to, but their toys were the same.
In the evening, Papa picked us up and we went home.
The day was long and we all went to sleep real late, but got up early next morning.
Breakfast and off to the city we went.
Lucky me, to the same playground from the day before.
Next to this little house:
To keep Papa happy, we took the bus, as well.
And got off at a buidling with lots of paintings hanging on the wall and things standing around. And lots of people!
At one point, I sat down in a corner and took a break from all the walking.
Afterwards, Papa helped me to clean up the floor a little.
Didn't help though. I fell asleep after all.
Once I woke up, we were some place else, which was nice.
Nicer even, that we found a playground again. One, that even had a slide for me!
That was next to this metal tower, which was crawling with people again.
Dinner was pasta and pizza and I was asleep.
Luckily, we only went for a little stroll the next day,
before we went back to the huge station with these metal tubes again.
Played with Papa,
looked out of the window,
waited for our luggage,
and were finally back home.
Now I can go to my playground again, visit Oma, Opa, Robert and Bob, and play with Mama and Papa at home.
Next to "Gurke" (German for cucumber) and "bus", I can say "kaas" (Dutch for cheese) since today! Luckily, Opa heard it and gave me some...