Isaiah melted faster than the gelato on MariaHilferStrasse.
August and I went to a bar across the street from the hotel at Midnight. I couldn't decide if it was wierder for the trance-music grooving, psychodelic lit patrons to be drinking next to an 8 year old, or if it was stranger for me to realize that my son is a more interesting conversationalist than people my age.
Either way, day 1 took it's toll.
It's 11:15AM, day 2, and here are my boys right now:
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