Bad Bentheim, Germany


On our last blog post we were talking about New Year’s resolutions. In addition to not building up expectations is a resolution to do a small, local adventure once a week. Bad Bentheim, located just across the border from us in Germany, is easily accessible by a short train ride, and is home to both a spa and a castle – two of my favorite things! It was an obvious choice for Read More »

Nürnberger Christkindlesmarkt, Germany


In truth, this should be the first post in our Bavarian winter wonderland roadtrip, but I could not quite figure out how to say what I wanted to about our trip to Nuremburg’s Christkindelsmarkt and I still cannot. This has been one of those keep-you-up-at-night-writing-in-your-head posts. Initially what I wanted to talk about are the additional strains living in a foreign country can put on a relationship – from cycling in the rain to Read More »

Mittenwald, Germany


A decade ago, in one of my college German classes I was asked to choose a German town to be mine for the duration of the class. After much urging by my Santa Clause doppelgänger of a professor, my town became Mittenwald, a tiny village located in Bavaria a few kilometers from Garmisch-Partenkirchen. Extremely excited that we could visit “meine Stadt in Deutschland” I truthfully planned the entire day around us Read More »

Der Plansee, Germany


I have a tendency to over plan trips when it comes to the weather, resulting in us lugging around umbrellas and boots and layering sweaters. For our Bavarian winter wonderland roadtrip I was taking no precautions, loading our car up with furry boots, warm winter coats, and blankets. We quizzed the rental agency on whether we had snow tires and if we needed snow chains as we planned to drive through Germany’s highest Read More »

Neuschwanstein, Germany


“I am a princess. All girls are. Even if they live in tiny old attics. Even if they dress in rags, even if they aren’t pretty, or smart, or young. They’re still princesses.” – The Little Princess

I like castles. I really, really like castles. I like to wander around their outsides, imagining what life was like centuries ago in the time of princesses and princes. And, while I know the answer is that the reality of life “once upon a time” was pretty crappy, it does not at all stop my daydreams of being royalty. While it is entirely unacceptable for a woman of nearly thirty to have somehow convinced her husband to bemusedly play Read More »

Bamberg, Germany


One of my good friends frequently posts travel quotes to his Facebook about working hard and achieving dreams. “In the end, we are our choices. Build yourself a great story.” — a quote from Jeff Bezos. Things like this. They are inspiring, he is inspiring, and I would like to think that to some people we are, too. But, mostly, people do not see the hard work that goes into keeping the dream of travel and Read More »

Les Marchés de Noël, Toulouse, France


My clearest memories of high school French class are not of writing verb conjugation after verb conjugation on the black board. Instead, they are of the annual Christmas carol day when we would take a break from memorizing the textbook and listen to French Christmas carols. Of these, the clearest in my memories is << La Légende de Saint Nicolas >> (“The Legend of Saint Nicholas.”) This was not the tale of Jolly Old Saint Nick, mind you, but a morbid story that started innocently enough with three young children in a field. Soon, darkness falls, and they seek shelter in the home of a butcher who, as these things always go, is evil and who chops them up and puts them into a tub to brine. Read More »

Düsseldorf, Germany


It was 1 a.m., and we were standing outside in the cold with blankets wrapped around us. An hour earlier, after a nice, long, Jacuzzi tub bath, I had just finished the Divergent Series on my Kindle when I smelled smoke. While I had been soaking and reading the Frenchman had decided to turn the separate shower area of our room into his own private hammam. With his nose and eyes filled with steam, he denied smelling or seeing any smoke. After a few more sniffs, I opened the hallway door to look outside, and was swallowed in a grey haze. Read More »