In my past two posts I hinted at my knee bothering me while in the Smokies and Asheville. In my family we've learned not to mess with knees. When we got home I called the orthopedic practice and was there in a matter of days.
After a pancake breakfast in Tennessee we were off to Asheville, NC. This drive took us through Foothills Parkway which was not only an easy drive, but a beautiful drive.
After five months of sticking around the house it had finally arrived - August! Way back before COVID-19 was a part of our daily vocabulary we planned a family trip to Asheville, NC to celebrate my parents' 50th anniversary. After lots of "will it happens?", "can we goes?", and "are there travel quarantines?" August was here and we all decided to go.
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.
We visited Butchart Gardens and Chichuly Gardens and Gallery and were inspired by both!
And, just like that we were off again! We didn't plan to go to Utah this year, and we certainly didn't plan this trip to Seattle, but when an opportunity arose for both we jumped at them (well we packed our bags actually).
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!
We spent several days driving around and touring the small towns and villages that make up the Alsace and the Alsace’s Route de Vin. As with Colmar, these are filled with half-timbered buildings, shops, charm, and restaurants and cafes. One of the first villages we visited was Eguisheim.
Visiting Colmar was the reason we started planning this trip. I had been to the Alsace area and stayed in the Colmar area a few times as kid when we lived in England. Sometimes when my dad had to travel to Colmar we’d all come along.
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.