Like everyone, our wanderlust has been put on pause for almost a year. As we faced months at home my husband and I made a commitment to not gain COVID lockdown weight. We embarked on the Mayo Clinic Diet, which the book teaches is not a diet, but a lifestyle. But this lifestyle change means a lot of veggies, turkey breast, fish (a new thing for me!), and a lot, and I mean A LOT, of boneless skinless chicken breasts.
My husband and I are Disney fans. Part of the reason we moved to Florida was to be closer to Disney World. We finally made it to California's Disneyland in 2015. We even added a day to each of our trips to France to include visits to Disneyland Paris. At one point point in time my childhood goal was to be Alice in the parks when I grew up, and as an adult that dream grew into working in a Disney marketing department.
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.