summer visitors

We've finally reached the end of our month chock full o' visitors, and boy, was it a good time. It started with my college friends Megan and Claire visiting for a week with their significant others. We rented a "van" (I use that term loosely - it was basically a glorified hatchback that was far too small for 6.5 people) and travelled to Maastricht...

...took our second trip to Amsterdam (you can see a recap of the first one here), where we ate pancakes (a must!), visited Rembrandt's House and the Rijksmuseum, tried Indonesian food, took a canal cruise, and finally toured the Anne Frank House...

...and took a day trip to Burg Eltz - our first visit to a German castle! ...

...before they headed back to the good old U.S.A. One week simply wasn't long enough.


Next up were our pals Jas and Jennie from the U.K. We visited them in London last summer, and they came to Aachen the first weekend of this month. We partook of wine fest, endured the scorching heat, and enjoyed some good food and even better company, before they boarded the train to spend time in Bruges.


Last but not least was my dad's visit. This was super exciting because, a. he's my dad and 2. it was his first trip to Europe. It was so much fun showing him around. 

We also took him to Maastricht...

Then, I got brave and kept the car for a couple of days and drove on the Autobahn (my first time without following Josh). Things I learned: I have the need for speed; a highway is a highway pretty much anywhere you go; people in Germany are MUCH better drivers than in America (they actually use the left lane only for passing... WHAT A NOVEL IDEA!)

Driving through wine country en route to Koblenz.

Driving through wine country en route to Koblenz.

We drove to Koblenz to meet up with my dad's friend John, from our hometown of Laurel, Mississippi, as he's currently stationed in Germany as a chaplain in the military. We enjoyed a nice leisurely lunch and a walk along the river...

The next day, we went to Monschau, where we walked about the town, partook of a delicious lunch, and picked up some more of their infamous mustard.

Josh took off from work on Thursday, and we took a trip to Bastogne, Belgium. I'll do an entire post on this one since I actually took a decent camera with me and got lots of photos. For now, I'll just say that it was an incredible experience. Hubs got this great shot of the U.S. memorial...

And on dad's last day in town, we hung out in Aachen, lingered over a delicious breakfast spread, and took Miles on his first trip to a zoo. His favorites seemed to be the goats, ducks, and the ostrich!

Aachener Cafe is one of our favorites for breakfast and a great cup of coffee.

Aachener Cafe is one of our favorites for breakfast and a great cup of coffee.

Dad and I on his last day.

Dad and I on his last day.

We're so thankful to have friends and family that are willing to travel far and wide to join us on our adventures! We don't have any more visitors planned until the beginning of next year, so we'll be exploring on our own over the next few weeks before we return to Nashville and High Point for Thanksgiving!

who knew...

Who knew moving to a foreign country would require so much work?! People have been asking me if I'm excited, and I am, but honestly, right now, I'm just in survival mode. I thought planning our last move from Pennsylvania to North Carolina was a headache, but coordinating an international move is a whole new ballgame...

Figuring out how to manage our money overseas without losing all of it to foreign transaction fees. Hobo doesn't look good on me.

The emotional roller coaster that preparing to uproot your life causes. One second, I'm mapping out weekend trips to Paris and yelling "peace out u.s.a."... the next, I'm in a corner rocking back and forth mourning the loss of our first home (which isn't even for sale yet, BTW) and imagining that I'll never make new friends.

Apartment hunting online. Learning that German apartments don't include kitchens... you have to buy them yourself just like furniture. Thank Scandinavia for Ikea.

Drowning in a puddle of tears because you have the best pals ever who send you "OMG YOU'RE MOVING TO GERMANY!" packages when said emotional amusement ride gets the best of you. My BFFs are better than yours.

When you have a friend who's a pro artist, you get amazing handmade cards like this. You're awesome, A.Trest.

When you have a friend who's a pro artist, you get amazing handmade cards like this. You're awesome, A.Trest.

Megan knows the way to my heart... coffee and chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Thanks for letting me use your lunch break to have a nervous breakdown :)

Megan knows the way to my heart... coffee and chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Thanks for letting me use your lunch break to have a nervous breakdown :)

Thanking my lucky stars that most apartments we've looked at online have a proper bathroom with a real shower not created exclusively for use by children and hobbits. I'd nearly worked myself into a frenzy after watching years of House Hunters International and seeing so many places with bathrooms I wouldn't even wish on my worst enemy.

Trying to learn a new language. Newsflash: This is WAY more difficult as an adult - it was far easier in the second grade before I had useless information like the words to Chumbawumba's Tubthumping taking up valuable mindspace. So far I know wasser (water) and apfel (apple), so obviously, I'm going to have NO problems communicating in a foreign land.

Figuring out how to get our Scottish terrier over there. He's never flown, and he HATES being near people and not being able to love on them. Like any good parent, I thought sedation would be the best option, but apparently, that's a no-no for airborne pets. Any recommendations on whether it's best to carry on or send as cargo and the safest way to do either is welcome.

Trying to resist buying all new clothes so that I have a new wardrobe to wear to buy new clothes when I arrive in Europe. What? I can't look like an American slob while shopping.

Getting our house ready to put on the market. Rearranging your furniture and cursing yourself because you haven't been enjoying it this way all along. 

Deciding what to ship and what to store. Oh, KitchenAid mixer, I'm going to miss you like woah. Seriously though, I might cry.

In case you haven't gathered from my lack of knowledge on all fronts regarding expatriation, we don't know that many people who have moved internationally (other than studying abroad or military moves), so any and all tips are welcome!

xoxo,