Yes we spent most of our time in one of the two GIGANTIC swimming pools as well as the adjacent kiddie pool. But, alas, I was swimming and so didn't take any pictures.
Big, not-so-old hangar.
I would have loved this maze thing as a kid.
As well as these various ball-shooting air cannons.
Climb, climb, climb.
YOU ARE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY DAD (it wasn't her birthday and she had a fine time).
Flapface (google it if you don't know it).
Wife, hangar.
The shirt is ironic.
Cy never quite got the hang of these. Sort of, but not really.
If it involves physical exercise, Martha is always an expert.
CLIMB, CLIMB, CLIMB!
Martha hated dancing Urmel. So did Sabine. Cy loved him.
The German expression for a skinny kid is "asparagus."
They made everyone get out of one of the pools for the SHOW. Since it was time to eat and leave, we told the kids we could stay. It was a horribly amateur magic show accompanied by horribly amateur dancers and horribly overcooked spaghetti.
Not that the kids cared.
You can dress him up like a girl but he won't blowdry his hair.
In the end, not a bad way to spend seven hours and 100 euros.
