a wading pool. We have been here every day since we arrived and will probably be there every day until we leave. On the weekends this place is packed with families from all over town. During the week we can pop over after dinner for 20 minutes and we might be the only ones there. Both of the kids love the climbing frames. They call the one Olivia is sitting in "The Spider's Web." There are a couple of toys that seem like a remnant of days gone by like the five seater horse and the round-a-bout, which happens to be Eliot's favorite. He runs around and a
round with it, jumping on and off and I'm sure he's going to fall and yet he hasn't. I get dizzy just watching him.The wading pool is the most unsanitary piece of standing water I've seen in a long time. Of course, it's not really warm enough to get wet here and yet the last 3 days that pool has been filled with British kids prancing around in their underwear or nothing at all. Olivia and Eliot have been wanting to go wading every day, so yesterday I finally said, "Yes." We walked over, it must have been about 65 degrees or so and I took one look at the murky, yellowish water
with various flotsam and jetsam in it and said, "If you guys go in here you are really going to have to scrub up well tonight." Eliot immediately said, "Okay!" and went in in his underwear (not in the nude as we're not that European yet) and had a blast running back and forth. Olivia studied the water, rolled up her pants and walked back and forth a few times, and got out and went over to the monkey bars. I sat on the side wondering how this passed for anything close to a pool.
