I was putting my passport away recently, and took a look at all of my passports and realized like souvenirs on the shelf, passports tell a story of our journeys in life.
After two weeks and a few days we were in Frankfurt ready to come home. And we were ready. Unlike other vacations where we aren’t ready to come home, we were ready. We loved our trip and had a great time, but after 18 nights you start to miss your own bed. And you, well at least us, start to miss your own coffee!
Our first trip once we reached eastern France’s Alsace region was out of the region to Verdun. My husband loves history, which means we found ourselves setting off on a three hour drive to Verdun from our French home base of Strasbourg.
We visited Dachau Concentration Camp on our way to Munich from Nuremberg. The day was grey and drizzly, which serves as the mood for a visit to this site. We read there was a debate after the war about what to do with all of these sites in Germany such as Dachau and Nuremberg’s Documentation … Continue reading A Visit to Dachau
I have a little brother. Well, he isn't my little brother anymore, he is my younger brother now since he is taller than me. For as long as I can remember I remember thinking one of two things: He HAD to be adopted He HAD to be an alien
Well, some kick-starts get delayed. I thought I was back on track, but I've been on the phone since my last post. Of course, I haven't been on the phone all the time, it just feels like I have!
While I was wandering got derailed for a while, but now I'm back -- and so are the blog posts!