Here is the thing about living in Europe. There are days, many of them in fact, that just aren't glamorous. Most days are filled with daily routines. Eating, sleeping, cooking, cleaning, essentially the same life for most stay-at-home moms around the world. It is easy for the mundane to take over, for the bleak winter days to lead to complaining about the size of the apartment or other trivial matters. (When really we should just be happy to have a roof over our heads at all, right? Preaching to myself here. Moving on.)
And then there are days that we get a bit of a break from the routine.
Days were every. single. detail. just seems beautiful.
Moments when I feel like I have to pinch myself because I just can't believe that we are here. Europe. Germany. Rothenburg.
Moments where I watch my Kaleb run up and down stairs of an enormous church in a walled city and think "he has experienced more at age two than many do in a lifetime."
Not that he will remember it. But, we will always have these photos. And stories to tell.
Stories of when we packed up the car and drove longer than expected to get to a beautiful city to explore for the day.
Rothenburg ob der Tauber- you had us at hello.
Lured us into every single nook and cranny, begging us to meander through your cobblestone streets and alleyways.
Made us stop and reflect. To make memories- as a family.
There are so many places in this world to explore. We just have to be intentional about finding them and also be willing to get lost in order to explore. The end result is worth it. Every time.