Cologne, Germany
My parents love to travel. Looking back at pictures of my own or flipping through albums at my parent's house helps me understand why I have such a love for travel. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. One of the best parts of moving away to live in Europe, was the excitement we endure when being told we would have company. Almost every second year my parents came to visit us abroad. Whether it be because of a grandchild being born, to watch some good european hockey or to get some travel miles in, it was always such a blessing to have family come stay.
My mom was happy to have coffee at a castle, taste Belgium chocolate in Belgium or drink a litre size beer at the Hofbra House. She's like me. My dad was interested in the history, the way the building was built and amazed at how it was still standing. Not like me at all. Both enjoyed the hockey. With or without kidlets. If you have ever been to a European hockey game, it's an experience in itself. The fans, the noise, the drums, the drinking.
I'll never forget spending a few hours with my mom in Cardiff, a few weeks after Bella was born. It was the FIRST outing without my newborn. I was aggitated, scared & uncomfortable. Any new mother can comprehend. We went downtown to do some shopping. I can't remember if we bought anything, but I do remember the most important part. She got me out of the house. She took me for coffee. And she agreed that the lovely purse in the window should be mine. I told my husband this same story a few days after she left and he went out and bought it.
We met in Las Vegas this past summer along with my cousin Rae and my Aunts Joan and Sandy. Yes, my mother and I in Vegas at the same time! haha It was a pleasure. We shopped. We gambled. We drank wine. We drank wine in the hot tub. We basked in the sun at the pool.
Cardiff Castle
Berlin Wall
Salzburg, Austria
Munich, Germany
Cheers for BIG Beers!
Las Vegas Lights
