Over the past six months I have been tried and tested and learned I am stronger than I ever dreamed. After spending much of the last half of 2021 dealing with what I thought were menopause symptoms I persisted with my doctor and I learned the unimaginable on December 20. I had uterine cancer. I … Continue reading I am Stronger than Cancer
Last week I turned our photo calendar over to November and saw we picked a picture of the beaches of Normandy for November. As we have travelled, we have visited WW1 and WW2 museums in England, battlefields in France, and concentration camps in Germany. Across all of those travels we’ve visited memorials and military cemeteries for French, German, and American troops. This past summer we went to Hawaii. In addition to the typical beaches, resorts, pools, and luaus (more posts to come!) we went to Pearl Harbor.
Well here I sit. I'm certainly not wandering anymore.
It's been a while! This happened last year too! We get wrapped up in the activity of the holidays and then the start of a new year full of promise, resolutions, diets, and the next thing we know it's February!
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!