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In the fall, Sequoia’s Elternbeirat spoke about the family “Winterwanderung” that would be happening in January, whereby families would take a little hike and have a campfire. I was surprised that we would not be leaving until 1630, given that it ain’t light for long here in January. And seriously, winter? It’s literally freezing out. But that’s the Germans for you: fresh air all year round.
Paul, Sequoia, and I showed up at the meeting place and joined most of the kids from Sequoia’s class, along with one parent each (which later proved to be a clue), and began what turned out to be a mile-and-a-half walk through the woods in the dark, with a bunch of 7-year-olds wielding fire-lit torches.
After an hour, we came to a nature center in the woods. There, the other parents were waiting; they’d driven so they wouldn’t have to walk back in the pitch black woods (like the three of us).
Inside the nature center, some of the parents had prepared potato soup, cooked Frankfurter Wurst, and brought bread. Wurst is not the worst reason to walk through the woods.
After dinner, the kids headed over to the fire with long sticks. You’re probably thinking to roast marshmallows? No. Stick bread. Dough was twisted around the long sticks and held over the fire to cook. It was: delish.
Later we grabbed our flashlights and headed back to the car, in pitch black, me having to pee. I don’t know what my kid is going to do when we return to American schools and she finds out that kids don’t walk around with fire in the woods.
