Sometimes I just feel like I have won the husband jackpot lottery.

That is all. 

wack/wonderful Wednesdays

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1. Did you know it is possible to eat your weight in watermelon? Because it is. I achieved this feat today.

2. I have been sleepy all day, because Coley & I stayed up until 2AM talking & laughing (which in my old woman world, might as well have been an all-nighter.) Worth it- I was seriously blessed in the little brother department.

3. Facebook was even more obnoxious today than usual. Here's the thing y'all: I get on Facebook to stalk your pictures & maintain a mild interest in what is going on in your life. It is not possible for me to care any less about your political views. I have my opinions- plenty of them, in fact. But I prefer to shove my kissy pics down the throats of my Facebook friends, not my beliefs on whether or not I think eating a chicken sandwich makes me homophobic.

wonderful

1. New yoga mat.

2. I actually went running today- in the midday heat, nonetheless. For the laziest of lazies, this is an accomplishment. I will get to my goal weight.

3. I got to have a fabulous dinner with my parents & grandparents at 2520, an awesome restaurant in Clemmons. Chicken livers (yet another food I thought I didn't like that I do), lobster nachos (y'all..), & blackened chicken over corn & black bean ravioli with an avocado cream sauce. It was so nice getting to visit with them. 

4. A glass of sparkling white wine. I have been doing really well with not drinking my calories (as per usual) but tonight I was craving some wine. So I had some. And it was delicious. 

 

Lagos, Portugal

For some (odd) reason, Portugal was never on my MUST SEE list while in Europe. It seemed like a nice enough place, I just had no burning desire to go there. Our friends Nick & Jamie had gone to Faro a short time ago, and highly recommended we go to Portugal on one of our last weekends living in Europe. So we packed some swimsuits, hopped a RyanAir flight, and ended up in what quickly became one of my most favorite places yet. 

After landing in Faro, we ducked into a questionable little snack bar & grabbed some food and a bottle of wine (which I drank from- straight) and took a two hour train ride to our destination along the Algarve Coast- Lagos. The sunset train ride was quite relaxing until I realized check-in at our hotel ended at 20:00, and we wouldn't get there until at least 22:30. After calling repeatedly, I finally got a call saying someone would be there to let us in. Worst case- I had already decided we would just stay up & party all night, then sleep on the beach until check-in time. [Un]fortunately, the crisis was averted, and we slept soundly in our hotel bed that night. 

At 6AM Saturday morning, I was jolted awake to what I thought was a small child being murdered and/or a pig being slaughtered. I lay completely still in the soft morning light until I realized the horrible screeching noise I was hearing was...seagulls. I went to investigate, and found there was a seagull colony living directly beside our room. Nice. I wasn't too upset with my early morning wake-up call though, because it gave us a full day, instead of lazily stretching awake at 11AM. Zack & I walked around the town because nothing was open for a few hours, and discovered a few beaches that seriously took your breath away when you first saw them. We saw lemon trees and lemon-colored houses, vibrant flowers that I had no idea what they were, and cliffs that ended in abrupt drop-offs into the jewel-colored ocean. 

Once the stores began opening, we grabbed some breakfast & lunch essentials at a nearby grocery store, and set off for Praia da Dona Ana- a large beach we found on our morning explorations. It was only 10AM by the time we got our mats settled on the beach, but it was already filling up. We lay out for a while, but decided to walk around the rocks & coves, to reach another- more secluded- beach. 

We read, drank cheap Portuguese beer, and ate pineapples until our tongues were raw. We were having an incredible time, until the perv came. Zack was sleeping & I was reading, when I noticed a Speedo-wearing man come sit down on our little private beach and face us (instead of the ocean) while sitting on his towel featuring a drawing of a naked woman. I didn't think too much of it, until I noticed a rapid movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned, and the man had his Speedo off, legs spread, and ... yeah. All while staring at me. I literally froze. I have never had anything like that happen to me, and it was incredibly violating and disturbing. I wanted to burst into tears, or run away to another beach. Instead I shakily whispered down to Zack, "Don't get up too fast, but there is a man over there doing something he shouldn't be doing." Zack casually rolled up, but by that point the creep had put his clothes back on and was just staring out at the ocean. Zack asked if I wanted to leave, but I said no. This was our beach and it was beautiful and I wasn't budging. After a while, Zack fell back asleep and I continued to read. I look up, and again the man is doing it. Something about the fact that he had the audacity to continue and look me in the eyes while doing it struck a chord in me, and I felt fury rise up into my throat and the words started spilling out before I could stop them. "STOP IT. THAT IS DISGUSTING. GO AWAY. I DON'T WANT TO SEE THAT!" I shouted while getting up and running at him. (I am sure a few other choice words were added in there, as well.) He jumped up and began sprinting off the beach, looking quite terrified. I chased him off the beach until I lost sight of him. Zack was just sort of standing there, in shock I presume that his normally all bark & no bite wife could be so ferocious, watching the (now hilarious) scene unfold. It was a proud moment, and we went right back to enjoying the rest of the day. 

After our sun-soaked eventful day, I took an epic nap that was one for the books. That evening, we went to Nah Nah Bah- an incredible burger place that if you're ever in Lagos, you must visit. The menu itself is entertaining, and the restaurant has such an effortlessly cool vibe that I almost felt inadequate. It's run by young ex-pats, with hostesses & bartenders that look like Victoria Secret models. (Not the best self-esteem booster when you're shoveling greasy chips & a burger the size of your face into your mouth.) But everyone was so friendly- it was hard to not feel at ease. I had the Toucan Burger, Zack had the Blue Ball Buster, and we got extra chips because...why not?

After waddling out of Nah Nah Bah, we ventured down to the empty, moon-lit beach and played around until we got sleepy. Also, Zack gave me one of his strange compliments- "If you were a dinosaur, you'd be a velociraptor because you're smart & clever, but vicious." I love that boy. 

 

The next morning, we awoke to clouds but fortunately it cleared off by noon and ended up being a beautiful day. I got some espresso from the local grocery store, and we had a delicious home-cooked breakfast on our balcony. The day included cave & grotto explorations, chilling wine in the cold ocean water, microwaved pizza on the beach (Zack's idea), snorkeling, Game of Thrones reading on the sand, and just absolute relaxation. 

Sunday evening we washed the sand & ocean water from our hair, and made ourselves into presentable human beings to go to dinner. Before dinner though, we enjoyed a bottle of wine on our balcony and the conversation turned into a rather heated debate over some deep, worldly issue. We realized we weren't going to waver on our stances, so we  switched to growling at passerby's on the street below. Much safer.

For dinner, we found an amazing tapas restaurant and absolutely destroyed the food and sangria. 

Our flight the next morning was stupid early, so we had to hire a shuttle to the airport. The plus side? We got to watch the sunrise over the Algarve Coast. And I'm pretty sure that's something that everyone should see once in their lifetime. 

 

I apologize for the lack of posts recently. Between traveling and preparing for the big move, my chances to sit down at a computer have been few & far between.

My head is swimming with so many loud thoughts, it's almost deafening. Leaving Europe & our first home, our last travels, the countless goodbyes, being back in the States, seeing our beloved families again, starting our new lives in Missouri, what's to come in this next chapter...I can hardly process it all.

We haven't even been back in America for 24 hours, and already Europe seems like a distant, beautiful dream. I almost feel as though we did live in a dream-like, honeymoon state for the past two years. I think one of the things I will miss most about our lives there, is our home. To see it all packed up, and then barren, broke my heart a little. 

 

Our bedroom, where our hearts & souls melded time and time again. 

 And where words of love, promise, and secrets were whispered on our big white bed.

Zack's "man cave" where we watched our favorite shows, played cards, & where I would sometimes peak my head in to just look at him lost in his work. 

The entryway- where Zack would fling open the door as I would fling myself into his arms with the same enthusiasm & joy- be it him just coming home from work, coming home after a month in the field, or coming home after a year in Afghanistan. It was always the same giddiness hearing his heavy boots coming up the stairs.

The living room, my favorite room in the house, that saw plenty of entertaining friends, deep laughs, heartfelt conversations, and where I would watch the snow fall & the sun rise. 

 The guest bedroom that housed three wonderful guests from the States (wish it could have been more!) and lots of tipsy friends, crashing after a night out. 

And the kitchen- where I learned I am actually quite domesticated & not too shabby of a cook, and where a few, precious friendships were formed over generous glasses of red wine. 

The fact that all I have of 39 Dietzenstrasse are a few pictures & my memories makes me feel quite wistful. However, I am confident that no matter what location the Army tosses us into, Zack & I will be able to create a home- built on love, laughter, & a zest for life. 

wack/wonderful Wednesdays

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1. This rain. It's endless.

2. An unexpected, first PCS goodbye- said hurriedly in the sandwich line at the Commissary. We ran into a good friend while grabbing lunch, and he told us he couldn't make it to our going-away dinner tomorrow evening. So we had to say our goodbyes over deli meat. 

3. Not getting much sleep last night. To say a lot is on my mind is a gross understatement, but I think my lack of sleep stemmed from a little visitor I had earlier in the day. Yesterday afternoon I spotted a monstrous spider on our bedroom ceiling. We have extremely tall ceilings- tall as in me standing on a chair with a broom might have reached the spider, but not likely tall. Anyway, I had all but forgotten it until that night- I was trying to fall asleep and my eyes drifted towards that same ceiling corner...and the creature was nowhere to be seen. PANIC MODE ACTIVATED. 

4. That awkward moment when you hear keys in the door at noon and you realize that your day thus far has consisted of... you still being in your PJ's, hair lookin' some kind of mess, haven't brushed your teeth, staring at Pinterest with a cold cup of coffee. I felt a wave of embarrassment run hot through me, so I jumped up and attempted to look as though I was doing something at the kitchen sink- but all Zack really saw when he walked into the room was a rag-a-muffin standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, mouth agape. The funny thing is- he doesn't care one bit what I choose to do with my (now bountiful) free time...but I have this internal problem with being "lazy."

wonderful

1. This rain. It's endless. And I love it. (most of the time.)

2. Getting to see one of the Sure Start babies while at the car registration place on Vogelweh (30 minutes from Baumholder!) I heard the most adorable little voice scream, "MRS. WILLEY!" and saw a blond-haired, brown-eyed little boy flying at me. Made my day. 

3. My latest culinary invention. You start to get real creative when you are moving & trying to eat everything in your house. I basically made a pizza burrito. It was awesome, that's all you need to know.

4. A trip to the KMCC mall while in the Ramstein area that might have included Cinnabon, idk. It always amazes me how much better Air Force people have it than Army. 
5. Jamie's most recent blog post had me in tears- from laughing so hard & the sad kind. 
 http://laughuntilyoufart.blogspot.de/

 

in fair Verona, where we lay our scene

The story of Romeo & Juliet has always held a special place in my heart. We read the play in either 6th or 7th grade Honors Lit, I can't remember. But I can remember that that was the first time Zack & I really became friends. We joked about the characters, and ad-libbed our own lines under our breaths while reading aloud to class. I remember stifling giggles under Mrs. Warren's watchful eye, and wracking my brain for something clever to say in return to Zack. And here we are, 14 years later- married, visiting Verona, and still giggling. 

We had nearly four days to spend in Venice, so we figured we would use one of those to hop over to Verona. Armed with meringue (basically giant Lucky Charms...amazing) and books, we rode about an hour and a half West of Venice, to the fair city. After leaving the train station, we began our usual wanderings and strolled the pretty streets. We saw the Verona Arena, a bunch of presumably old buildings, and Casa di Giulietta- Juliet's house. 

Speaking of, that is where all the tourists were- cramped like sardines into a tiny little courtyard covered in graffiti, gazing up wistfully at an ordinary balcony (purported to be Juliet's), and taking kissy pics like star-crossed lovers. I didn't have the heart to tell them that Romeo Montague & Juliet Capulet are fictional characters, born in the brilliant depths of Shakespeare's mind. I figured doing so would be akin to looking a four-year-old in the eyes and flatly declaring the non-existence of Santa Claus. So I graciously let all the tourists continue to wait in line for hours to go up on Juliet's balcony and listen to the (butchered) lines their significant other would yell up to them. 

We walked along the river until we found a little restaurant to eat lunch, even though it was well past 2 PM. They didn't have an English menu, and we were feeling awfully brave, so we just sort of picked something that sounded vaguely good. I know "good" is a really subjective word, but I don't know who in their sane mind would consider what we got as being anywhere near the realm of "good." I am pretty sure Zack got some sort of animal's tongue and I got raw beef. I managed to choke mine down (food is food y'all) but poor Zack who is normally a very adventurous eater, couldn't muster more than three bites of his. Luckily we had bread and a liter of wine, so we walked away from the table somewhat satisfied and a little day-tipsy.  

For some reason or another, we thought it'd be fun to climb a bunch of steep stairs that I thought would never end. (Zack found my struggle to get up the stairs just hilarious and documented my journey with the camera.) The climb was worth it, though, as the views of Verona were breathtaking. We admired the beauty below us, and rested our burning quads atop a stone ledge. The sun and red wine had our eyelids feeling heavy, so we accidentally took a nap on top of the city. I woke myself up when I almost rolled off the side in my sleep. There are worse ways to die, but I am glad my life didn't end at the bottom of an Italian ravine. Although it would kind of be romantic, I suppose. But only if Zack jumped to his death too. 

"Never was a story of more woe,

than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Side note: I had Baz Luhrmann's Romeo + Juliet soundtrack in my head almost the entire time we were in Verona. That was the 2nd CD I got (second only to Hanson) and I still know every song in that movie by heart. 

Do that Romeo, that go-go Romeo
I see you twist and turn, 

you look so stupid, happy and numb

Venezia

"If you read a lot, nothing is as great as you've imagined. Venice is — Venice is better."

-Fred Lebowitz

Venice stole my heart the moment I stepped into its labyrinth of beauty, as I had a feeling it would. Every time I saw a brilliant turquoise canal, I inwardly gasped a little sigh of admiration. The achingly gorgeous buildings, rising out of the water- tall, colorful, and proud. The food and wine hardly need be described- as per usual, Italian cuisine did not (for the most) disappoint. Venice, or Venezia as known to Italians, was better than anything I could have imagined. 

Finding our hotel proved to be one of the more challenging activities we have ever completed. I read somewhere that everyone gets lost in Venice. I (erroneously) assumed that my solid sense of direction & ability to recognize a place after seeing it only once paired with Zack's land nav skills, we would be a formidable opponent to Venetian streets. Within 5 minutes of being on the island, we were already confused. There are no real street signs (at least none that made sense to me), no roads (as there are no cars), and plenty of dead ends that if you don't watch where you're going, you'll end up taking a splash in a canal. What should have been a 7 minute walk according to Google Maps took us 1.5 hours, but we finally found our "hotel." Accommodations in Venice are pretty much absurd, so I booked us a questionable, but cheap, little room smack dab in the heart of the city. It was basically a room above an ancient Italian lady's home. She was adorable and spoke no English- but did somehow manage to warn us that the neighbors can see our bed from their windows and that I was "bella bella bella!" Grazie, on both accounts, signora. 

After settling in, we explored the area where we were staying. Hungry, we found a restaurant and ate what ended up being our favorite meal of the trip. Fresh bread, a pizza so big and dripping with cheese that it had to be wheeled out to us on a cart, and 2 liters of the casa de vino.

After a meal like that, we were down for the count. Our unintended afternoon nap turned into us waking up at 9 PM, disoriented and foggy. Coupled with some irritability over wasting an evening and impending rain- our night wasn't exactly note-worthy. I fell asleep to the sound of rain pattering our window awning and hoping for a better tomorrow. 

Saturday morning (7 AM) we awoke to what might possibly be the longest and most obnoxious church bells in the history of forever. I'm not kidding- I think they rang about 30 times and were so jarring that I had to rush to the window to see if we were actually staying inside a church and I had somehow missed that fact. At least it got us up early, and the day got much brighter when we found a small bakery and gorged ourselves on cappuccinos and unidentifiable (but delicious!) pastries. 

We didn't have a set plan for the day, which was fabulous, so we just began to wander. I think that was my favorite part of the trip- the aimless, casual strolling with no agenda, no pressure, and no real worry except which flavor of gelato to try next. During our meandering we found a fish market, Zack developed an intense obsession with the popular Carnival masks, I searched (in vain) for the perfect Italian leather purse, we happened upon St. Mark's Square and played with the pigeons, discovered spritz, and found out gondola rides run a mere 100 € (um, what?) 

After our morning of exploration, we took a water bus (the public transportation in Venice- so cool!) over to the lido for an afternoon of sunbathing, crab-catching, and topless women watching. The views of Venice from the Grand Canal were wonderful, and it (kind of) made up for our gondola-less trip. 

Our dinner that evening was pretty disappointing. The service was horrendous, and I'm pretty sure I've had better fried seafood at Captain D's. We extracted revenge on the restaurant by crushing all of their little bread sticks they had on the table. That'll show 'em. After finishing dinner at 10:30 (!) we took a bottle of wine down to the canal opening beside our hotel. Many typical lizack shenanigans ensued, most of which aren't fit to be put in writing. 

Sunday we took a train to Verona (which deserves it's own post entirely) for the day, but made it back to Venice in time for dinner. Our last meal in Italy was quite disenchanting. We stupidly ate at a place right off of the Grand Canal, and a 5 minute walk from the Rialto Bridge, so I knew it would be touristy and overpriced. I really wouldn't have minded those things, if the food had been decent. But the seafood risotto was some of the worst I have ever tasted, and Zack's pepperoni pizza was on par with elementary school pizza. (Actually, those rectangle pizzas made with yellow cheese that we used to get in school were pretty bomb, so this pizza was worse than an elementary school lunch.) But the conversation was good, and we talked for hours over our wine & neon-orange spritz- long after the sun dipped down. 

Dizzying mazes, old cobblestones, rich red wine, sugary pastries, well-timed siestas, countless snacks of gelato, green shutters, slow gondolas, elegant bridges, lovers at every corner, - it is all wrapped up neatly and stored away in my memory. Italy kept yet another piece of me.