After our visit to State College we packed up the rental car and headed on a 2.5 week road trip down south to Dothan, AL. Our first stop was Washington, DC where we got to visit with Joe’s Dad who was there on business and see our friends Scott and Donna. Scott and Donna were… Continue reading Road Trip
30 days of vacation – when we extended in Spain for another year and they thanked us with a paid 30 days of vacation. Not a bad deal. We’ll take it! Tripp and I flew home to PA a week ahead of Joe so we could spend some extra time with family, namely my brother… Continue reading State College
I can’t say I didn’t help him. I can’t say I didn’t ask, in advance, for blueberry waffles. I actually set out the ingredients and filled the coffee pot the night before. What can I say, I’m a control freak. And my husband, as amazing as he is, doesn’t know his way around a kitchen… Continue reading Blueberry Waffles
These periodic updates will serve to fill your baby book some day. They will serve to help me remember the tiny humongous milestones you achieve so quickly. Since summer is upon us and the days are lighter longer we’re keeping you up until 8 PM. This typically means you sleep until almost 8 AM but… Continue reading 17 Months
Summer begins early here in Southern Spain. Long days with orange sunsets lingering closer to midnight every week. Long days full of sand, friends and long lunches under oversize umbrellas perched atop the lolling seashore. Vista Hermosa is a stone’s throw from the Navy base where we do our grocery shopping and Dr. appts. How… Continue reading Summer Begins
Easter in our house means more than chocolate Easter Bunnies, dyed eggs and cheap wicker baskets. It means great things to us about God and resurrection and love and hope. But there are certain childish frivolities that still mean a lot, no matter where the meaning stems from. There’s something to be said about a… Continue reading Eggs and Dye
Some days there was a line but we didn’t care. She would have a half-order of pecan pancakes and I would have silver dollar pancakes or a mushroom and cheddar omelet. The home fries were always the same – perfect – deliciously crispy and smothered in greasy oil and minced onions. We would sit for… Continue reading It Wasn’t Just Breakfast
Newlywed Nomads 