Spending time with two 14 year old boys has made an impact on my communication skills. I now start every sentence with “Bro”. I send 1-word texts in rapid fashion and spam the recipient’s inbox with 25 messages to complete one sentence. Apparently cute girls are referred to as “baddies”.
All joking aside, we had a great week in Garmisch. The kids played countless rounds of ping pong, we got in a round of poker, Lily baked yummy cookies, I started and finished a 500-piece puzzle and spent time on taking care of some family business. The boys are sore but 100% in tact after several days of skiing. It wasn’t high adventure for me, but I enjoyed the down time.
I am obsessed with the Bavarian carved benches and was on a mission to find out where I can buy one. The little town of Oberammergau is known for woodworking so we drove there one day to try to find a store that sells them. Unfortunately most of the shops were closed, but even if they were open I didn’t see any benches for sale. A few conversations have my hopes dwindling. Apparently they are a very traditional Bavarian gift, often a wedding present or passed down the family. Or carved by themselves…. I don’t suppose I know any woodcarvers?
Despite not having any success on the bench hunt, the town was super cute.




























My ancestors on my mom’s side of the family came from the French Alps. I think there is a piece of me hidden somewhere in my DNA that feels a connection with the mountains. Being in the mountains – any mountains – is my happy place. Refreshed. Recharged. Rejuvenated.


















































































































































































































































































