Hunting for kindergartens or daycare or whatever those things are called is serious business. In a funny twist, the woman running the one we liked the most so far turned out to be our downstairs neighbour at our previous flat. She’s a very well organized, reasonable and active lady, who’s also terrified of cats. One day, a stray cat climbed onto her balcony, and in a panic she asked me to catch it, thinking it was one of mine. (In the end, the cat safely made her way off the balcony and into the bushes)
We’ve one more place to look at, and then that horribly stressful activity will be done with, until Eli has to start going there in September. I’d rather not even think about that right now.