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A day in the life

My father in-law left for Chicago on Sunday, my mother in-law is still here until next Thursday. We've been keeping very busy, cooking, baking, exploring, shopping. Mikey loves having his Vóvó (Portuguese for Grandma) here, he yells for her when we get up on the morning and he is enjoying his adventures. He has learned quite a few new words, being around all this noise and conversation recently. He can say Vovo and Vóvó. "Birdy" and "Baby" sound more pronounced than they used to. He can say "Choo choo" (train) and now says "Nee Naw" even when he sees an emergency vehicle go past without its lights going.

We've had coffee and breakfast at a cute bakery/cafe on Rohrbacher Straße, their bread is wonderful too. I'm making soup tonight, so we're going to head down there later and pick up some more bread.


 And been for adventures, jumping in leaves, playing with trees, collecting horse chestnuts (conkers in Brit Speak) and talking with German ladies in their allotments.


My German is really coming along these days. I studied it (along with French and Latin) years ago in school but I'd forgotten most of the German. Now I can have a sort of half conversation, although mine is very formal and I don't really know a lot of conversational German. But I'm trying!

Oh yeah, and a photo collection wouldn't be complete for me without a flower photo!

I'm also working on setting up my own indoor lighting box for taking my macro and food photos. Hurrah!

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.