24.05.2009 20 °C
I am never in the hotel during the weekends. On Sunday mornings, I am usually still bounding around some part of the EU but I am home today. The owner of the hotel even looked shocked when I walzed into the dining room today. Since I was home, I decided to enjoy a nice leisurely breakfast instead of my usual grab and go routine during the week. This morning however, I had some entertainment, the owners son.
This hotel is owned by a young woman, of no more than I would say 35 years old. Her father owns the bigger hotel up the street. I see her son all the time, a baby of about one year old, but he is usually very quiet and with his father. Today the family decided to eat together in the dining room, sort of across from me where I was able to really take a look at their son.
Don't get me wrong, I like kids but I never really notice them. But this morning I noticed this kid. I don't know his name, never thought to ask, but he had me in stitches. He was so cute while he waited patiently for his father too butter his bread with Nutella (of course). His little head was bopping back and forth as he looked on with rapt glee at his fathers capable hands. His eyes were alight with happiness as he waited. And, then when his dad tried to feed him the bread, he immediately turned his face away. It was precious. I broke out in giggles. He was just teasing as he took the bread the next time it was offered. Just watching him eat his food and bounce around while doing it was so cute. I just wanted to squeeze him. And, uh, that is weird for me. I know, this post was not earth shattering but it is part of my experience here and I wanted to remember this little space in time.
Until next time. Oh yeah, I still have to write about:
-weekend in Strasbourg, France
-fun in Munich
-And, Cologne and Dusseldorf
Later, I promise. It is overcast and kinda crappy out today so I will take a walk around the city and watch some Dave Chapelle. I can't understand it, but I can't get enough of his funny as hell comedy.