One thing that I *still* can not adjust to over here is the closure of all stores on Sunday. On the one hand, Sunday is the day I finally slow down and relax. On the other hand, that’s the time I remember all the items I need to buy for the week ahead. Continue reading
I got to tag along and take photos for my American friends as they sent their daughters off to prom. I’ve always been curious as to how the American kids celebrated this tradition over here in Europe. Continue reading
This girl went to her “end of the year” school dance this evening. Since it began in the late afternoon, while I was still at work, she got herself ready. The dance followed a beach theme, so she picked out her favorite summer dress, strappy summer shoes, and a seashell necklace. She also added [adorable] blue streaks in her hair to complement the blue in her dress.
Martin texted me a photo. Continue reading
The school year is almost over for the girls here in Germany. Frankly, the school year was over about a week ago when they all took their final batch of tests, and turned in their final assignments, but you know how it is. There are still days left on the calendar to tick off before they can really be released for the summer. So, it’s been a mash-up of field trips, special projects, and field day fun.
Today was all about the car race. Continue reading
A scene from our walk a few days ago. The sun doesn’t set until 9 pm over here, which means we have a lot of time to enjoy the outdoors!
Memorial Day is an American holiday meant to honor those who made the ultimate sacrifice in defense of our country. While living in DC, we regularly visited Arlington Cemetery to pay our respects. Now, we have the ability to visit one of the many American cemeteries over here in Europe.
We ate macaroons for breakfast in a patisserie. If that isn’t France, I don’t know what is. Continue reading
Breakfast picnic in a park. Continue reading
Watching the French countryside pass by. Continue reading
[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]O[/dropcap]ne of the reasons I picked the Netherlands for my birthday destination was the tulip season. My birthday falls right in the middle of it, when the bulbs are in full bloom, so we set out for Keukenhof park our first full day there.
It took just over an hour to get there from the farm, and almost immediately after taking the exit from the highway, we hit traffic. Tour buses full of tourists and family vans packed with kids stretched ahead of us for miles and miles. This was not entirely unexpected, so Martin and I set off on the backroads and wound up in a parking lot about two miles away from the entrance. We parked and walked the rest of the way, which was so nice. There are fields of tulips all over Holland, and we got a sneak peek of them before entering the park to see all the artful arrangements.
It was such a nice visit! Inside the park, there were a few playgrounds, some food stands, a giant windmill, and pathways overflowing with all kinds of flowers. It was an overcast day with a little bit of wind, which only stirred up the incredible scents sweeping over the fields. Lilacs. Hydrangeas. Roses. Lilies. Flowers with names I didn’t recognize. Buttercups. Sunflowers. I decided that park must be the best-smelling place on earth. It was really intoxicating.
While we weren’t allowed to pick the flowers, of course, we were allowed to lean over and sniff them, and I think it is fair to say that by the end of our visit, our noses were covered with a nice bit of pollen from leaning in and inhaling.
If you ever get the opportunity to visit Holland and the tulips, I highly recommend it. We’ll definitely be back again.
As much as I love it, it confuses me when Jaz speaks German with Martin.
Today, as we were out driving, Jaz asked — in German, in his little lispy voice — for Martin to roll down the back window as we were driving along. Martin did, and asked if it was low enough, if there was too much wind. And Jaz replied that it was low enough, no wind, and then he said thank you.
Meanwhile, I was in the passenger seat, thinking “WHO IS THIS KID?”
So glad he’s picking up the langauge from his preschool teachers. He’s going to be talking above my head in no time.