Many of you have heard about Larry’s peculiar approaches to guest books. Indeed, any of you who have been with him when an opportunity to sign a guest book comes up can bear witness to this. (Can I get an amen, Tender Haunches?) It’s true that I will playfully try to hide any guest book from him in an effort to spare those who do not share or understand his particular type of humor. But in fact one of my greatest regrets is that I have not captured more of his spontaneous written antics when we travel. While I have a couple from Nashville and Stockholm, in my somewhat mock embarrassment at his special way of commemorating our visits, I often scurry out and claim ignorance or at least no responsibility at what he writes. This time, however, he has outdone himself and his idiosyncratic light can no longer be kept under a bushel. In the guest book at our friend’s beautiful home in Tuscany last weekend, he simply left our names, the date of the visit, and this URL: http://lgu.io/tuscany.txt.
I was thrilled to have our friends from Florida, Vicky and Donnie, visit us this month. It was even more exciting to have rendezvoused in Rome first (see previous post). Oh so cosmopolitan! This was Vicky’s first European visit, but hopefully not her last. She and Donnie were celebrating their 10 year anniversary. They visited Florence, Tuscany, Rome, then took an overnight train to visit us here in Munich.
Their visit kicks off the Underhill Hosting Season for 2017, and we even managed to open the balcony for a quick glass of wine and appetizer on their last night here (granted we needed the portable heater and blankets, but we sat out there, damn it!). We had a fantastic time and got to enjoy some rare nice weather, but too soon they had to leave. Here are some pictures from the visit in Rome and in Munich. Miss you guys!
I know I am woefully behind on keeping the blog updated. I can barely keep up with life, never mind finding the time to document said life. And if I can be frank, the life that we are living right now vacillates between the mundane, difficult life of making our home in a foreign country to an unreal life with crazy opportunities and experiences that are out of a dream. We knock on wood until we get splinters in our knuckles, and we occasionally have minor panic attacks over the absolute unbelievable fortune we have had so far. It’s a crazy life. It’s an amazing life. It’s a beautiful life. Sometimes we just shake our head and wonder what we ever did to let us get here. We are eternally grateful and hashtag blessed. That said, let’s give updating the blog a go.
Elliot left yesterday morning for a 5 day bike trip with his class starting in Passau, Germany, following the Danube, and ending in Vienna, Austria. (raise your hand if, like me, you wish you could do this trip).
Needless to say, with him gone, it’s pretty quiet around here. There’s been no talk of politics or political correctness for over 24 hours. But there’s also been fewer jokes, puns, comedy (both the successful and failed varieties) and laughter in general.
We miss this froody dude. Even Merrie, who enjoys being an only child, admits she misses her brother. We are looking forward to hearing all about the trip when he gets home on Saturday.
With my parents visiting us for the first time here in Germany, mom and I thought it would be nice to plan a long weekend/short travel vacation for all six of us. The parameter we set was a city in a country none of us had ever been to, and one that we all agreed we’d like to visit, preferably one we could reach by train. That was harder to nail down that I would have originally thought. Turns out, between the six of us, we’ve been to a lot of countries. Very quickly, the short list became shorter as we eliminated places too unseasonable, too expensive, or too far. The clear winner for our needs was Prague. Continue reading Prague family visit
I’m so excited to have my parents here visiting. We’ve been so busy that I am a bit behind on posting, but before I start recording the vacation my mom and I took, I should catch up a little bit on what we did before our travels. As usual, I have more pictures than words.
Because my birthday fell in the middle of a week filled with early mornings and late nights at work for Larry, we delayed my celebration until this weekend. We spent a beautiful Saturday driving down to Garmish P to take an Alpine stroll. It was the same hike that Larry and Elliot took last week. It sounded so beautiful that it was what I chose to do for my birthday celebration too. We were slightly delayed by a typical German Stau (a traffic jam the likes of which there is no escape), but it was worth the added time. The weather was perfect, the views were breathtaking, and the company was absolutely delightful.
To get to the trailhead you have to wend through the most charming little town of Garmish. It really does look like a movie set. Then, once on the trail, you walk uphill on wide, well groomed paths surrounded by the most gorgeous mountain scenery. Even if you’re not winded, you want to stop frequently just to appreciate where you are. Then, about an hour into walking, you come to the Pfeiffer-Alm, a charming Alpine restaurant with a patio that gives amazing views. We stopped there, got some lunch, enjoyed the view and spent time laughing and dreaming and scheming. Memorably, one of the things that made us laugh the most was Elliot willingly taking scene prompts from us and acting them out in his voice impersonations (i.e, Golum opening a bank account; Comet — from The Santa Clause — falling in love with a cow; Arnold Schwarzenegger trying to adopt a puppy at the pound, etc). Meredith made the most of the weather by taking off her shoes and socks and ran barefoot through an Alpine field. I’d say it was a perfect birthday celebration.
Technical aside: I’m trying to figure out the best way of uploading photos I want to share with everyone (WordPress, Flickr, FaceBook albums, etc). I’m guessing that if we end up printing the blog, they should be here, but the WordPress site was giving me a hard time, so for this post, at least, the pictures are on my Flickr account. I’ll see how that works.