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Vienna, day 22: going different ways, and church

We had a day of special treats today. First thing in the morning we went to the bakers at the corner and bought croissants to eat at the playground. The baker (a foreigner, not Viennese of course) kindly gave each of the children a biscuit, which they loved! It was fun eating our croissants and playing at the same time....




Before long, my sister A arrived to take N away for a special adventure: to visit a working smallholding where a friend had invited her for lunch! She got to feed goats, pat horses and made a special friend in the family dog.





Meanwhile I spent the day with D alone and decided, despite the cold, to visit a place I haven't been in decades. It's a public park, with ponds and playgrounds and special gardens, and also goats and sheep to pat! My grandmother would take me there a lot when I was little, and I was amazed to recognise lots of sites and features. After 30 years!! So it was very special for me. D's favourite thing was probably feeding the ducks, I had remembered to take bread along and he loved feeding it to the ducks and one crow that joined in.






A then delivered N to church and the special treat for me there was to hear the entire preach, given by the husband in the couple I mentioned in a previous post - from start to finish, while the kids were in the kids work. It was exactly what I needed to hear, too. God is so good.



And now the countdown is really ON! This was our last Sunday at church because at this time next week we're flying home!!

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