So I took a three hour nap with my little man. It was sublime.
But come late afternoon, we were standing on the train platform trying not to look like we had no idea where we were going. We only got on the right train with a hope and a prayer. My camera was firmly strapped around my neck ready to capture my very first impressions of Stuttgart.
Day 2 we headed for the nearby town of Sindelfingen for the fest celebrating the city's 750th birthday. That's some serious history! What a great atmosphere that city has (and gelato, and beir, and buildings...). Oh, and the pig shanks...well, don't even get me started in how unbelievably awesome that crackly skin was.
If it's all like this, I may be in love with my new home. If only I cold get a handle on the language....