It's so bittersweet coming home, isn't it? There are definitely joys in returning to the familiar. I absolutely love when the customs officer says, "Welcome home" to me as I re-enter the USA. I love our little apartment, I love our little walks and our rituals, and of course- we missed our family + a sweet little blue-feathered bird... but there is so much on the other side.
Quaint villages tucked into mountain sides, visible as you drive down the road.
Your choice of the greatest bread in the world at several bakeries only a minute away.
Fresh, house-made gelato in a zillion flavors.
Towns set up to *walk* through, not drive through.
Several friends so close that I call them family.
The last one is the hardest. Leaving them behind is nearly impossible, I never know when we'll be together again... and none of us are promised tomorrow. There were so many tears for me. I always revert to an eight year old when it's time to say goodbye and refuse to leave. This time around, I swore to plant myself in the garden like a tree and stay there forever.
Didn't work out that way.
But we had an incredible time. The wedding was beautiful- and let's talk about how they believe in FOOD at Polish weddings. Oh.my.word. I have never eaten so much! Every 30 minutes they brought out more food, more courses... way into the night. We're talking 2 AM. Dancing, food, espresso, desserts (lots and lots and lots), laughter, speeches, songs... it was out of this world.
Poland was our nemesis at first. Verizon really dropped the ball and didn't activate our phones for travel after we called them. So when we arrived we had no way of contacting our (Polish-speaking) friends. It was really cool. We ended up cashing in our money to some
|Pauline, the 4th child (I LOVE her!) and Andi, the 2nd|
|Literally a stone's throw away from the church!|
|With Andi in front of Frauenkirche|
|Just one turtle shy of a crime-fighting mutant gang.|
|Ewa + the world's cutest dog, Lina|
|The never-ending walk up the mountain|
|Anna + Silvio at lunch|
|unidentifiable "American Style" sauce we found at a French grocery store.|
It was a great time. I miss them already....
It was also super inspiring! So here's what we have...
A. Beauty. I found some *amazing* beauty products over there that I can't wait to share with you!
B. Style. Of course...
C. Home. French magazine... items we saw on the street, there are some great DIYs as well as just elements to bring into our homes.
D. Face. The aftermath from the failed chem peel is over and I'm going to document the healing for you.
E. Travel. Tips for packing bags (and packing less) as well as what to wear on planes.
F. Food. Just a few of my favorite recipes from abroad! Fresh baguette, light + delicious pastas, just pure goodness.
G. Lifestyle. I love different cultures, we all have something to share with each other that can enrich our lives! America rocks, but that doesn't mean we can't learn from other countries.
We'll be riding a wave of inspiration for a while. So stay tuned, people!
As for the title of this blog- it comes from the song below. Silvio played it a lot in his car and I *loved* it. Maybe because if things HAD TURNED OUT DIFFERENTLY it could have been our song. But instead we can sing the song a bit differently now...
No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do I wonder why...
You had to go out of my door
and leave just like you did before
I know I said that I was sure
But a rich man can't imagine poor...
One day, baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told...