We've had fantastically full days. Sandy is logging stunningly high numbers of steps each day. (She has a pedometer.) She set her personal record yesterday--26,302, about 12 miles, and tonight (10:20) she's at 25,750, though I don't think she'll set a new record. [10:50--I was wrong. She tells me she's at 26,432. That means she'll be marching around the apartment until she gets 26,500.)
Today, all that walking was to take first a tour of the old town for a couple hours, then to ferry over to the Curonian Spit and walk to the beach. We left the house about 9:30, returned at 1:30 for about 15 minutes to get a change of clothes, then went to the beach and returned at 7:30. Peter took all of his naps (2, for a total of about 100 minutes only) and most of his meals while we were out and about. And he was barely fussy at all. He has a remarkably sweet disposition.
The start of the walking tour--in front of the drama theater, from the balcony of which Hitler made his famous speech in 1939.
One of Sandy's numerous steps. This next to a commemoration of the "terrible footprint." I guess Klaipeda means terrible footprint, and this supposedly comes from the story that when two men set off in different directions to find the spot on which to establish this new settlement, one was never seen again, but they found this terrible footprint that they took as a sign that this was the place to establish the settlement. Like many such folkloric things, it makes only the vaguest kind of strange sense, to me.
Peter and me in front of our of "old apartment." You may recognize that sculpture. That's our kitchen window right above my head.
And then, finally, at the beach.
Tomorrow, back to preparing for the work ahead.
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