Now that spring has come

It's freckle-gathering season! That also means unintentional sunburn season too... Oh the joys of being a red-head. Actually, my hair isn't even all that red. It's been the topic of several discussions over the years. I don't even know what color to call it. Anyways...
I have to take Jilli to a playground every day. I love the sun. I don't love that I can get sunburned by being outside for an hour in not even hot weather. For example, it was 19°C/66°F and I managed to get burnt. I blame the North-European genes. Oh how I hope I don't get sent to somewhere super-sunny on my mission. That would be death. Yeah, I grew up in the sunny South, but I certainly wasn't outside all day. Last week we had a really warm day. It was like summer here. I mean, it was like 24°C/75°F. Perfect weather- sunny, with a slight breeze. We went out that evening, and the kids were complaining about how hot it was in the car. Puhleeze. I grew up in Texas, and every stinkin' summer was a drought. I remember getting in the van one day and the thermometer read 112°F. That's 44°C. By the time the air conditioning even starts being effective, you're back to your hot, sticky house.
And since this is Germany, spring doesn't mean eternal sunshine. It also means cool and cloudy weather. This ain't the South. Not everywhere on earth can be blessed with sunshine and crazy storms.

Now that I've gone on and on about the weather, I should probably write about something more interesting.

I went to Stuttgart this weekend with my choir.
Sadly, they never plan any tourist time. I would've liked to see the Porsche museum or the Ritter Sport museum, or heck, anything other than our two church buildings with a brief excursion to sing in the city center. Granted, we didn't have much time, but still...
I've decided that southern Germany is absolutely beautiful. It's a relatively long car ride down to Stuttgart. It's a whole five hours. And for Germans, that's a long time. I caught one of my friends in our carpool group complaining about it. He should be glad he doesn't live in America then. It takes it a bit more than five hours to cross the country. Ok, we didn't cross the whole thing, but a good portion. Whatever.
By the way, if you want to take pictures of the countryside, don't sit on the left side of the car, especially when traveling on the Autobahn. You will either have blurs of color called cars in your picture or have to awkwardly lean across two people for a shot that will probably be gone by the time they make room for you. Naja. Lesson learned. I still love the Autobahn. I couldn't help but think we should get rid of speed limits on portions of the interstates back home, but then I remembered how idiotic Americans can be.
I don't know if my rambling counts as interesting stuff, but you just read it, didn't you?