When When I first met Michael, we were on an icebreaker off the coast of Tierra Del Fuego headed south to the Antarctic Peninsula. "So what are you going to do now, since you're not doing music? Become a soccer mom?" I couldn't tell if he was sarcastic or serious- German humor is a different beast.
Leaving anywhere you love is bittersweet. I never thought I'd fall so hard for Germany, but it's the best things that tend to sneak up on you.
Today is my birthday! I'm furiously writing this before the little morning sounds come from the bedroom and the guy fixing the dryer rings the doorbell. (Yes, our dryer is broken! No doubt he'll have a tried and true Franconian dialect, but I've navigated rougher waters).
When a baby is born in the Maasai tribe of Kenya, the midwives whisper in her ear, "You are responsible for your life as I am for mine."
It's scary writing into the future. What if something happens? But you have to let your guts and your heart out on the table and trust that it's just going to work out.
I awoke to this magical little Spanish paradise with no less than 4 tortoises crawling around on the terrace.
When my husband told me we were going on a “Wanderung” with a group of friends I said, “Uh oh. A Wander-what?” I knew by now, after living in Germany for over a year and and mastering the art of interpretation, that anything ending in “-ung” means it’s going to be serious.