This is where we spend our warm days ( and not so warm ones when I give in to the whining!) We are so lucky to have such a great place to swim out here. Weekends are mildly crowded until about 4:30 pM and then we usually have the whole place to ourselves until closing at 8PM.
During school hours for the Germans ( 9AM - 1PM)- it's also pretty deserted. We have an indoor Winter pool as well...
Our favorite parts are the slide and the main pool. The main pool has several water features that they rotate turning on throughout the day...there's a spout that shoots continuous water for a bit, then a strong current that flows around the outer edge. The box in the back has a waterfall that comes down. Off to the side near the building is a curve of seats that has jets, so it's like a whirlpool.
The baby pool area has water spouts as well...
All of this is surrounded by a very large meadow where we ,usually, claim the nearest tree and put down a blanket to relax and picnic. There's also a lake with swans, a playground with sandy area, and an outdoor cafe.
Inside is also a section of the main pool, bathrooms and changing area...
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- Chelle
- Bavaria, Germany
- Just a girl in love with a boy, on the adventure of a lifetime, and blessed by God with twin angels...
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Footsteps at the Door
"Another sleepless night for me
Alone upon our bed
I see again his every move
And those last words he said.
So proud he looked in uniform
Convinced that he was right
He had to go, for duty called
There was a war to fight.
Those last few days before he left
I hid the pain inside
We talked and loved and even joked
He never knew I cried.
And when the dreaded moment came
He kissed me tenderly
His eyes met mine, and then he said,
'I'll be all right, you'll see.'
I tried to smile and nod my head
Afraid to let him see
The terror that I feared if he
Did not come back to me.
His precious children hugged his neck
He told them to be good
And help their mommy out at home
And mind her like they should.
They were too young to realize
That Dad would not be there
To tuck them in their beds at night
Or listen to their prayers.
I see him as he walked away
I tried to say 'good-bye'
But words were trapped within my throat
All I could do was cry.
The weeks have stretched now into months
And every night I pray
That God will keep him in his care
And bring him home one day.
I do not moan beneath the load
Of all that I must do
My children will see strength in me
Until this war is through.
At last I drift off into sleep
In dreams I see him more
I turn around and smile to hear
His footsteps at the door.
Restless I sleep, and then I wake
Not opening my eyes
I move my hand to reach for him
But no one near me lies.
I will not give in to despair
With each new day I'll cope
For I know he would want me to
Be brave and live with hope.
I hear the voices loud and strong
Who criticize the war
While yelling, 'men are fools to go'
THEY stay on freedom's shore.
A man who cowers under fear
Will die a thousand deaths
While men like mine for freedom fight
And offer their last breaths.
I hope perhaps in fifty years
When men remember war
They won't forget the wives who dreamed
Of footsteps at the door."
- written by Gwen C. Rollings
Alone upon our bed
I see again his every move
And those last words he said.
So proud he looked in uniform
Convinced that he was right
He had to go, for duty called
There was a war to fight.
Those last few days before he left
I hid the pain inside
We talked and loved and even joked
He never knew I cried.
And when the dreaded moment came
He kissed me tenderly
His eyes met mine, and then he said,
'I'll be all right, you'll see.'
I tried to smile and nod my head
Afraid to let him see
The terror that I feared if he
Did not come back to me.
His precious children hugged his neck
He told them to be good
And help their mommy out at home
And mind her like they should.
They were too young to realize
That Dad would not be there
To tuck them in their beds at night
Or listen to their prayers.
I see him as he walked away
I tried to say 'good-bye'
But words were trapped within my throat
All I could do was cry.
The weeks have stretched now into months
And every night I pray
That God will keep him in his care
And bring him home one day.
I do not moan beneath the load
Of all that I must do
My children will see strength in me
Until this war is through.
At last I drift off into sleep
In dreams I see him more
I turn around and smile to hear
His footsteps at the door.
Restless I sleep, and then I wake
Not opening my eyes
I move my hand to reach for him
But no one near me lies.
I will not give in to despair
With each new day I'll cope
For I know he would want me to
Be brave and live with hope.
I hear the voices loud and strong
Who criticize the war
While yelling, 'men are fools to go'
THEY stay on freedom's shore.
A man who cowers under fear
Will die a thousand deaths
While men like mine for freedom fight
And offer their last breaths.
I hope perhaps in fifty years
When men remember war
They won't forget the wives who dreamed
Of footsteps at the door."
- written by Gwen C. Rollings
1 comment:
I'm jealous of the pool!
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