It's a wonderful and lazy Monday across the ocean. Today was John's first day back to the Scouts, and so far so good it seems.
Today has warmed up quite a bit from yesterday's chilly breeze that sent me crawling for my only sweater and real shoes. (Sorry flip flops..but you just weren't enough for that cold air!) It was a cool morning, and Mandy and myself took advantage of it to explore Baumholder a bit. We walked down to the little lake about 5 minutes from the hotel and walked around it after breakfast. Of course, we had to indulge in these incrediable pastries that we got from this little grocery store on the way and they were fantastic. I think I could really get happily fat here. There was some fishermen and a couple of moms with babies, but other then that it was just us and the ducks.
John came back for lunch and told me that we had had more errands to run. I thought that we had covered all the bases..and nope. Since he has a Class A inspection on Thursday, we walked up to post and had a quick lunch of more Tex Mex before beginning. We ran first to Clothing Sales to pick up stuff to sew onto his uniform, before dropping it off at alterations. He realized AFTER we were done at Clothing Sales that he needed to get another set of ACU's.
I love his memory at times.
After deciding that it could be dealt with at a later time, we made a stop at the bank before coming back to the hotel for a an hour before he had to report back to work.
The homesickness is beginning to settle in fully, but it will soon get better. Especially now that we are settling into a routine. Tomorrow, we go down to test for our German drivers licenses so thats good.
No word on command sponsorship. The guy at S-1 who is tracking our stuff, was on staff duty today and has tomorrow off. So we won't have any news until Wednesday. I hate having to be patient sometimes.
We are talking about possible trips for next weekend. So far it's either Paris or Rome if the rumor proves correct about the 4 day weekend. Lots of pictures will be taken of course, and I am excited to get to see some really cool old stuff.
Especially Rome.
To answer Joe's question, breathing is a foreign task is a lyric taken out of a song that has been stuck in my head for quite some time. It seems to fit well with the situation, with everything being so new and foreign to me. With the culture shock from Germany, and the getting used to life as an Army wife. I am not completely unfamilar with the military..but sometimes it is like John is speaking another language to me. I need him to translate into Navy terms..or better yet, English sometimes.
I often use lyrics as blog titles too...because I am weird like that. ;)
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