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Be Taking a Radical Sabbatical to Europe

Do you have any teeny tiny dreams that are wriggling around in your heart right now? I have had one for years. I didn’t know how it would be possible, or even if it would be possible, but it was wiggling and jiggling around. I wanted to take our boys to Europe. To see, smell, taste how we lived for three years in Europe before they were born.

We spent our first year of marriage, at the age of 23, in a northern town in France called Harnes. Sexy Neck was playing professional volleyball and I coached and played a bit too! I used to go running around Vimy Ridge, carefully staying to the trails as I didn’t want to detonate a latent bomb from WWI.

We spent our 29th and 30th years on this earth in Germany and Switzerland.

At 32, I discovered I was pregnant with our first son while travelling in Europe for our friend’s Patrizia and Roman’s wedding in Switzerland.

And now, we are 45, our boys are 12, 10 and 8, and we are taking our radical sabbatical on the road…. to Europe!

29 days.

5 countries.

Hotels, hostels, a bible school, a mountain resort only accessible by tram, the Oberamerhof where we lived in Germany and dear friends’ homes will be our abodes for this adventure.

Over 3000 kilometres in a stick shift European automobile and on the autobahn to boot! Those little towns we lived in don’t even have a train station, so its car travel for this family.

Plus some gymnastics training thrown in for fun!

Where would you go if you could choose an adventure for your family?

Any advice on travelling Europe with kids?

Here we go folks.

The dream is unfolding in under a week!

We know we will get lost.

Meet the most interesting people.

See castles, villages, forests and cities.

Eat interesting food.

And get hug after hugs by our amazing friends.

I am MOST excited about this last one.

Friends we have known before we had children.

Friends who grew with us through living overseas, travelling and having children.

Friends who have walked the gift of grief with us from across the Pacific.

Friends who just “know”.

The words aren’t always known, but the feeling is unexplainable.

And now they get to meet our boys.

Dreams do come true!

Let this 3000 kilometre adventure unfold in His will.

With His ways.

Unfolding before us every day.

Amen.

And Amen.

Be A Pumper

Sexy Neck and I spent fifteen hours (one night) away from our three boys. They were playing, watching tv, and hanging out with Nana and Papa.

We were having one of the most relaxing times of our lives at a beautiful European style hotel with a ginormous bathtub in the room and sauna, steam rooms and pools just two floors down.

Here’s the lowdown via photos:

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The one thing about “going away” when you are a breast feeding mom is that when the baby is not available the milk still needs to come out. I chose to hand express, but “Be A Pumper” was a catchier title.

Here we are on checkout enjoying the view one last time. I am carrying my “liquid gold”, as our midwife liked to call it!

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