Book Report: Wholehearted Faith by Rachel Held Evans

This book is magic. It's magic because we got another book by an amazing author, two years after she died unexpectedly at the age of 37. Furthermore, this collection of essays weaved together as a memoir/faith manifesto keep getting better and better as you read (or listen as it were).

The audiobook is read by some of her best friends, her husband, and sister. All of whom are bosses and have varying degrees of fun twang (namely Canadian and southern). You can imagine them all coming together and laughing and crying about what the gift her short life was here on earth. The pieces of the book that mention the dreams she has for her kids, who were not yet one and three when she died, make the story even more poignet. 

I wanted to blog about the brilliance of this book upon finishing. But, I decided that in tribute to an amazing woman who could not physically be present to raise her kids, I would spend time with one little man. A little man who thinks he can swim, when in fact, we have quite a ways to go.

I mean, who wouldn't want to return to this beautiful place the last week before it closes for the winter?

Jokes: I have no idea why the whole Pankow outdoor swimming pool is surrounded by abandoned run-down buildings and five times the necessary staff. The pool itself is lovely. The slides, per European standard, are amazingly dangerous. 

Our swimming lessons all end the same way:

Mobile snack. Seen here eating a pre-made curry dog. Just one of the culinary delights available in the baked goods section of the finest German supermarkets.

Mobile nap.

On that note, Hugo isn't the only one around here who's tired.