Did you miss me? Maybe yes, maybe no, but let me tell you why I have not been blogging my little fingers off.
Wiseguy and I went to Europe. No, it was not a last-minute decision. We had booked our tickets back in February and the day had finally arrived for us to fly away and have a wonderful vacation in Europe.
Normal people book the summer off and jet away. They take at least 3 to 4 weeks to enjoy the historical beauty of Europe. In case you haven’t realized it yet, Wiseguy and I are not “normal” people. I prefer the title of “unique” people. As such, Wiseguy and I decided that we could really only be away for 10 days. So it began.
We landed in Munich, Germany. We drove for 8 hours down to a cozy little village in Croatia where FIL was anxiously awaiting our arrival. After we unfurled ourselves from the mini car…ahem, I mean “compact” car….we sat down and enjoyed our arrival. We had driven from Munich through Austria, Slovenia, and into Croatia. It was a looooooooooooooooong, but beautifully scenic, drive.
The next morning we awoke to the sound of chirping birds…and the occasional crowing rooster. We sat outside and enjoyed our new surroundings. The panoramic mountains off in the distance. We breathed in the fresh air. Mind you, every once in a while you would get that one swirl of wind that would bring your nose to attention. The smell of fresh manure from the neighbouring cows. Mooo to you too! I had a buddy goat that lived next door to FIL’s house. (He belongs to the gypsy clan. Yes, FIL’s neighbours are gypsies.) As I would look at my goat friend he would baaa aaaaah at me. Basically he was telling me to leave him alone while he grazed happily on his breakfast of grass and weeds. The neighbours also had two pigs of a variety I had never seen before. One was black and the other was black and white. The black and white was wasn’t speckled or striped. His head and front two hoofs were white and then, I guess he got hit with paint or something, because his back half was black. Unique right? They also had a horse and old wooden buggy like they had on Little House on the Prairie.
Honestly, being in Europe is like a time warp. You have the modern stores in the cities but you drive 20 minutes out, village way, and BAM… farms and farm animals. Nothing has changed. The houses are the old cement and brick houses. Some of them are old wood paneling. The large vineyards there have been passed along from generation to generation. Old ladies are wearing the babushkas on their heads and they have the trademark large, roundish black skirts with navy blue aprons. They wander through their fields picking weeds out by hand. Time warp right?
I will slowly share my adventures in Europe with you. Traveling through Europe and taking millions of pictures to share with my family, was wonderful. But being home and being able to hug and hold my family…that’s the best trip of all. Welcome home!