Near our apartment in the Black Forest, there was a little miniature golf course. Rita gave us balls and clubs, and we headed over to play:
TJ was a great score keeper:
David was better at getting in the way...
When David tried to turn our miniature golf game into a game of street hockey, we gave up and moved onto something else.
Bocce Ball!
First we had to pull the biggest weeds from the Bocce Ball area:
Let the game begin:
Uh-oh, game interrupted again. This is not "let's-see-who-can-pick-up-the-most-balls" David... Learn the rules already.
Joey and Bailey weren't discouraged, they decided to climb a tree:
Erick and I decided to quit gaming all together and go out for some lunch. We ordered a local specialty, Schinken for two:
Next time I think I'll go with the Schnitzel, like Joey:


























1 comment:
Schienkin (or however you spell it) sounds like a bad word and doesn't look very good. I love that mini golf course! What fun times!
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