Italia

So our first big trip...out of our home country, pack the passports, crazy adventure kind of trip...was to Lake Como, Italy at the end of August.  It was a bit unsettling and suspenseful -- we planned the whole thing just two days before our departure (we didn't know whether or not Christopher would have duty and need to stick close to home).  There's no better way to set expectations reasonably low -- just fly by the seat of your pants!

It was perfection.  Such a magical place for us.  I can't help it, I love Italy.  I also love lake houses.  And mountains.  This had it all.  We stayed at a FANTASTIC apartment hotel in the tiniest little village on the north side of the lake.  The family who runs the place took us in like family, made me a cappuccino upon arrival and plied the kids with lollipops for three straight days.  They sent us to their favorite restaurants, gave us tips for our first soccer match, and just took such great care of us.  As Simon told us a few weeks ago, "I like going to hotels.  People are so nice to us at hotels."

So here's the trip in photos:

A gorgeous six hour drive through five countries (Germany, Austria, Liechtenstein, Switzerland, Italy) and some close encounters with a few cows as we climbed up and down the alps.

The lake, just a short walk from the apartment, was crystal clear and surrounded by mountains.  

In a trip filled with memory-making moments, this was a highlight.  We rented a boat, packed a lunch, and took off on a two hour cruise.  I'll admit it was one of our riskier parenting moves.  Christopher, despite his naval career, is not a boating man.  We were in a foreign country with three small children in unfamiliar water.  Those life jackets were strapped on TIGHT!

The kids loved every bump and wave.  I had to pinch myself to believe it was real.

Here's our little village, Domaso.

Each morning we hopped on bikes and rode through the cobblestone alleys to get coffee and pastries at a bakery by the lake.  Heaven.

Another slightly insane outing...side trip to an AC Milan soccer match at the famous, century-old San Siro stadium in Milan.  It was a Sunday evening match, so we figured it might be tamer than others.  Milan is about an hour away from Lake Como.  As a side note, if you're planning to hit a European soccer match, bring your passports.  We were not allowed to buy tickets until we showed ours (which involved a 2K sprint to the car and back to fetch them...I'm so thankful they weren't left behind at the apartment! I would have been more thankful had I worn sensible shoes.).

We were all captivated by the spectacle.

On our final day, we headed home via Switzerland and yet another beautiful lake town.  We love a good funicular, and the view at the top of this one was just stunning. 

I felt like I was on top of the world.

Growing Pains

Our life is so different here that I can almost hear the creaking and groaning of the new reality trying to take shape.  It's really not so easily summed up by the fact we are living around the world from all that's familiar.  It's more in the pace of our days, how they stretch into a quietly lived week, how I fight against myself to try to accept and thrive in it.

Most dramatic is the kids' school schedules.  We all manage to get ourselves up and out for the walk to school by 8:20.  No sweat.  Normal.  But then it's all over and kids are home at 12:30!  WHOA.  Si goes back to school on Monday afternoons from 2:00 - 4:00.  I think I should be signing Millie up for after school activities, but honestly, I am currently too overwhelmed to figure this out just yet.  And baby Hannah's even in the mix.  She started at the kindergarten this week, and once we've made it through the weeks-long adaptation process (which involves me staying with her at school for increasing lengths of time until she's ready to stay on her own), she'll probably spend three mornings a week there too.

So all of this leaves me with approximately one hour a day to get out of the house with any less than three kids to run errands.  Gone are the days of traipsing the mall with a stroller and cup of starbucks.  If I manage to get out of here, it's a panic filled dash through the market to get some groceries (or maybe boots, coats, school supplies, shovels, or whatever crazy other thing is being sold smack in the middle of these Euro grocery stores).  Today it was the completion of the shockingly complicated process of printing out some pictures for a required photo album for Hannah's school (imagine asking where to find a photo-printing kiosk in another language.  Then actually figuring out how to use it.)

My days and weeks are becoming what they should have been all along, I suppose.  Home-focused.  We stay here all week.  The kids play, I unpack and make lists and hang pictures.  In the good times, I bake or cook.  In the best times, I plan and work with the kids on reading, math, and history lessons (lots of supplemental schooling needs to happen here so they can keep up for our eventual return to the States).  I have great dreams of reading more, figuring out how to exercise outside in the snow, cooking meals with the kids, hosting my German neighbors for coffee.  Wow. A real German haus-frau, I am.  I figure I'm really not far off from knitting and canning things.  I am unrecognizable.

In any case, if you know me well, you know how different this is and how difficult a transition it has been.  Task oriented, on the move, out to see the world.  There's no good way to check things off a list when you go days without leaving the house.  But I hope this is what the kids need: more of their mom, more comfort at home, a slower pace.  Time will tell.  Perhaps this will be the real gift of our years here in this foreign land.

Friends

Another move, more pieces of my heart left behind.

Here's what memories will flood my mind when I look at these photos:

A spontaneous girls' night with women who were strangers to me two years ago.  Now I don't know how I'd live without them.  All of us military wives and moms, four of us moving this summer, two of us leaving the country!  My dear Sara taking the photo -- as always, in service to us in some way.

Beautiful, waterside runs with Kim and Yasin -- time for us to sort through lives and relationships and get recharged for the work ahead.  Warm, easy friendships that came quickly (whole lifetimes shared in two years).  These were sweet years.

Casey

This is simply heartbreaking.  We had to leave our girl behind.  She's thirteen now, slowing down and just too good of a dog to ask her to make this uncomfortable journey with us.  She is with my mom and dad, living the extra sweet life in Colorado, already hiking and swimming in the mountain streams.  What a gift they have given us -- to care for our girl in her final years.  You can imagine the  sadness, can't you?  Casey was simply meant to be ours, to teach us and our kids about love and gentleness and loyalty.  Goodbye sweet girl.

A sweet goodbye.

Final Family Photo. 

A boy and his dog.  Their last walk.

Greer Farewell

Just before we left Norfolk we had a final, wonderful visit with Grumpa, Gamma, Gampa and Uncle Joshua.  We hit the Portsmouth waterfront and appropriately, a German biergarten.  A fun farewell!