This photo was taken the day we said “auf weidersehen” to my mother a few weeks before we moved to Germany in late 2014. Despite constant check-ins via Skype, Facebook, and messages over the years, I know she’s going to have a heart attack when she sees how big the kids have grown since that day.
And of course, Junior’s ready to meet his Nona! See you soon!
My cousin Holli and I abandoned our husbands took our kids (and Wynter!) down into Bavaria to get up close and personal with hundreds of cows this morning.
About 1,000 cows were escorted off the mountains and led thru the village of Immenstadt to their farms. The tradition goes back centuries all throughout Bavaria. It takes place every September/early October. Continue reading →
Funny story from our weekend adventure: the wooden seesaw on the playground behind our tent snapped in half. Within minutes, a tall, strapping young man in lederhosen showed up with a chainsaw and began hauling it away.
This is what I like to see: a smiling, sweaty, somewhat dirty, sun-kissed kid having the time of his life. He went swimming, hiking, playing, and exploring a salt mine today. This mountain air is so good for him.
Martin forgot his sunglasses, but I found one of the girl’s glasses in my door. Not a perfect fit, but they go with MY outfit, so it works. Also, they just played Falco on the radio. Roadtrip success. Continue reading →
Our au pair, Wynter, says Austria reminded her of puzzles and postcards. Every turn introduces a new breathtaking scene. Even though it’s always said to leave, the drive home is so beautiful. Continue reading →
After two exhausting weeks of 12-hour shifts *every* day, I took the family last night and fled to the mountains. This is the view from our bedroom. The sweet older lady who prepared our beds said she was surprised when all six of us and Patches der Hund climbed out of our car. She offered to bring us fresh eggs and homemade bread, too. Continue reading →