September in Germany means festivals. There was a big wine fest in a town called Bad Durkheim, and some of Mike's coworkers & their spouses and kids got together to check it out. We had to take several trains, and this was our first time on a train here.
It took almost two hours to get there. Ben did lots of squirming and running up and down the aisles, when there was room. Half the time we had to stand.
One of our friends and her dog. Ben should take lessons from him on how to behave on a train.
Some of the stands of crafts and food that we saw when we first got there.
It's not so easy finding foods that Ben will eat under normal circumstances. There weren't a whole lot of options at a German festival. Thank goodness for corn on the cob.
Hanging out with three of Mike's coworkers. The two who don't have kids of their own were really nice about helping to keep the little people occupied. Don't let this picture fool you: I may be smiling, but this was about five minutes after I pitched a royal fit about being in a foreign country where I don't know the language or what any of the food is. I refused to try to order any food, so Mike picked something out while I sulked at the table. I'm not feeling that overwhelmed anymore.
Mike took Ben and let me wander around with the other ladies for awhile.
They had a bunch of amusement park rides and the ferris wheel was popular. There were a good number of people when we went in the middle of the day, but I heard that it was packed that night.
My personal angel watching after Ben and one of the other munchkins. Have I mentioned the awesome help we got from our friends? There's no way I wouldn've survived taking Ben to a festival like this alone.
Finally taking a nap, well after his usual naptime. He got pretty cranky on the return train, if I remember correctly (probably blocked it out).