Every once in a while, there is something about living in Munich that I find very endearing. Right now, it is seeing the parents pulling their children around on Rodelschlitten, what we in the States would consider an old fashioned wooden toboggan. It looks like a snapshot of the past. Only, the classic American Wooden Toboggan, as seen here is nothing like the Classic German Rodelschlitten here.
Our former neighbor still has the two Rodelschlitten that she used as a child. Last year she lent us one for Max. After falling off of it once face first, it was hard to convince him to get back on. The only way he would ride it is if I heaved my big pregnant body on it and rode behind him on the sled, poor Paul pulling both our weights.
This year, however has been a different story. Over the weekend, I borrowed another neighbor's Rodelschlitten, outfitted it with Max's Fußsack, a heavily insulated sleeping bag type thing, that is usually in his stroller, and stuffed him in it for the morning. We trekked through the local forest, and Max had a fabulous time, even though I was quite tired by the end of the two hour haul.
Sledding is taken much more seriously here. Growing up, I used a $5 roll-up sled to cruise down the hills. Here, the average child Rodelschlitten starts at about €40, but I've seen some Rodelschlitten costing upwards of €300. However, these sleds aren't just used for the kids to slide down hills. People use their Rodelschlitten instead of strollers, to pulling their groceries home, and I'm getting the impression that sledding is treated as a serious sport.