Life Lately: New Beginnings

It’s been nearly five months since Hubs and I experienced an extreme loss. I can tell you that for the first two months, we were operating on “survival mode”. Food didn’t taste like anything, I didn’t leave the house unless I was forced to, and the numbness that went with it all. We were grieving, and heavily. But, during that time, we had an outpouring of support from our network of people here. People made us cookies, helped us prepare meals, sent beautifully hand written cards/emails, constant texts just seeing if we were okay, and some even made home visits just to keep me company.

Even with all that was going on with us emotionally, a lot of things have happened since. We met up with my in-laws in Italy for a week at the end of March, I went on a girls weekend in late April to Amsterdam with my best friend here in Vienna. We went mainly for the tulips and art. Most recently, Hubs and I made a trip home to visit family and friends for two weeks at the beginning of the month.

All of those memorable experiences were amazing and then things really changed over course of the two weeks while we were home. It’s no surprise that in the three years we’ve lived here, I’ve tried to find work in a very limited and competitive job market for expats. I had given up and was in the midst of starting a small business when I got that life changing email. I received an email to schedule an interview a few days before we were leaving to visit the US, I went, and the day before we left I was offered the position! Knowing how things have worked out for me in the past, I was still skeptical that something could change that without having an official offer. Hubs and I still went to the US on the premise that we’d be shopping for work clothes for me while we were home. Because, let’s face it, Europe doesn’t really have “petite” sections.  When we were home, I even had to special order size 5 (35 eu) work shoes for my, as Hubs says, “freakishly small, I mean delicate, feet”. Two days before we left the states, I finally had the official offer which I accepted only moments later. Thank you, Jesus!

And so I started a new chapter the day after we came back to Vienna. It didn’t matter that I was jet-lagged and exhausted. It was something that I figured would never happen and an amazingly rare opportunity. I know this may sound ridiculous to most of you, but I feel like Hershey had a hand in these turn of events, wherever he may be.

To new beginnings! And may it be the game changer I’ve been working towards.

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Hershey’s Heartbreak

This has been one of the most difficult posts I’ve written to date.

2015 ended on a very devastating note for Hubs and me. We had to let our precious Hershey cross the rainbow bridge. It was one of the most excruciating decisions that we’ve ever had to make. But in the end, we had to do what was best for our little guy.

Chihuahuas have been in my life since my early twenties; I dog-sat for a family friend’s little one occasionally. She had such a fun personality. From then on, I knew this dog breed would be in my life forever. In 2004, I bought a little Chihuahua (Oscar) and in 2007 my sister brought another Chihuahua home; they became two peas in a pod. When I got married and left my family home, I couldn’t take my Chi away from his friend. About a year and a half of being married and away from my doggies, I felt that something was missing.  In January 2011 my sister sent me a link to a dog on His name was Hershey. I was a little wary of a rescue dog, only because of unknown backgrounds, temperaments and genetically predisposed diseases. Was he abused? What would set him off? But that all went away when we found out that he was abandoned on the coldest day that month, wandering the streets. He was found in a little town called Hershey, Pennsylvania. And that’s how he got his name.  He just happened to be the same color as the chocolate. Hubs and I went through the lengthy adoption process and brought him home on February 5.

It definitely took a while for Hershey to get acclimated to us. He wasn’t the typical cuddly chihuahua that I was used to. He was independent and had a whole lot of spunkiness.  Hubs would joke that he was probably raised by cats, or part cat. A few months after we got him, he was found to have bladder stones.  We had to do what was right for our family and got him surgery to remove them. After that, he continued to bring so much joy to us with his crazy antics.  It was becoming clear that his personality was so much bigger than his small stature.

Sometime in 2012, during a routine vet visit, the doctor found that Hershey had a heart murmur. No big deal. We had him on medication and fish oil. He went from a grade 2-3 to almost non detectable after a few months. We were thrilled!

In January 2013, we moved to Vienna, Austria. We wouldn’t dare leave him behind, so we made sure all the proper paperwork and medical examines were taken care of. This lucky pup got to fly in business class and did wonderfully on the long flight.  Given his antics, we did expect him to act up a bit, but he surprised us.

Unfortunately, his heart murmur got worse. At his first checkup in Vienna, his murmur has raised to a solid 3 or 4 on a scale of 6.  He was prescribed a single new pill, but stronger than the first one to manage it. Then, in March 2014, he was diagnosed with the beginning stages of congestive heart failure (CHF). The doctors assured us that with medication, dogs live very fulfilling and long lives. Little did we know that we were just buying Hershey time. By the end of 2015 he was on four different medications daily.  The medications never seemed to bother him, however.  He kept right on with his spirit and was just as feisty and playful as the day we got him.  Life was good.

In the early hours of December 27, 2015, we were abruptly awoken to Hershey’s heavy breathing, non-responsiveness, limp limbs, and fully dilated eyes.  I put my ear to his chest and heard no heartbeat, but he was still barely conscious. We rushed him to a 24hr Vet Hospital and waited for doctors to do what they needed to do. Sitting in that waiting room was painful. They came back and told us that he was stable, but in critical condition.  His condition was caused by a build up of fluid around his heart, the fluid prevented his heart from pumping correctly and supplying his small body with circulation. The doctors did mention the possibility of end stage CHF. He stayed for two nights to get a bunch of testing done and was doing better after they had drained the fluid.  Hubs went to pick him up on December 29 after work. They didn’t even get 50 meters from the front door when Hershey collapsed. Again, he was rushed in.  The doctors were puzzled, because they thought that this was idiopathic and not related to his heart problems.  In the two days he stayed at the hospital he had no fluid build up, but the moment we were to leave there it was again.  They drained it once again and the doctors gave us the option to have him stay overnight or take him home. We decided on the latter. Not even 24hrs later, we saw early signs of problems and went to the hospital to have him re-checked. I lost it when I saw the doctor’s face when she came back to us.  The fluid was back. Hershey’s quality of life would be abysmal.  He barely had any energy, and the feistiness we knew was mostly gone. It was then that we decided that we didn’t want him to suffer anymore. December 30, 2015 was the worst night of our lives.

Hubs and I never thought we could love an animal as much as we loved Hershey. We have been left with gaping holes in our hearts that can never be replaced.

Until we meet again, our dear Hershey bear,  you meant the world to us. Thank you for allowing us to be a part of your life. We will forever love you.


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A unique Parisian souvenir

Ever wish there was a way to take the best travel pictures without having to resort to using a selfie stick, or hoping another tourist will take a picture of you and your loved one(s) and be able to capture the picture just right? Whenever Hubs and I travel, I have no shame in asking people to take pictures of us. Yes, I’m one of those semi-obnoxious tourists. But in my defense, I’m very polite about it and doesn’t just shove my camera at someone.  Plus, I always offer to take a picture in return for the other person. I usually look for someone who has a DSLR camera around their neck, because they’d most likely take a better picture than someone with a point-and-shoot or a smartphone.   Unfortunately, that theory only holds true a little more than half the time. Sometimes it’s a bit annoying, and selfies usually only capture our two big heads and barely anything else. Growing up, my mom always said “if you’re not in the picture, then you were never really there” and it has stuck with me ever since. She makes a good point though. When Hubs and I look back in 50 years, we’d want to remember all the things we’ve seen and experienced. Pictures of that random flower in the park is not going to jog our, probably, foggy memories of exactly where we were.

So when we were in Paris, about a month ago, I arranged for a professional photographer to take pictures of us at the famous sights of the city. It was a belated wedding anniversary gift and I am going to use some of the pictures for our holiday cards this year.  I received them this week and she did such a fantastic job! I am so in love with our pictures. I can say that this tops any souvenir I’ve ever gotten from our travels.

And if you’re wondering, none of the pictures below are in the holiday cards🙂


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Life Lately: Trying to fit into the mold

It seems like my blog has turned into more of a travel one than expat for about a year now. As we’re inching closer to our three year anniversary in Vienna, I’d like to take time to reflect on what’s been happening during the last year.

The first two and half years were great. I was networking and making friends with a great group of women, my schedule finally had a daily routine, getting used to how Vienna works, trying all sorts of different hobbies, gave German a shot, traveled around Europe, and the world. Everything looked and sounded peachy, right?

Oh how I could be so wrong. How is it that every other expat is having a fine time adjusting to the culture and life here in Vienna and I’m not? Is there something wrong with me? It took a lot of time to figure it all out and then I realized what was really wrong. I’ve straddled two entirely different cultures and three languages my whole life. I didn’t learn English until I was school aged and even after that I still had to come home and switch hats to communicate with my family. I’ve been told several times in my life that I’m “too Americanized” by my relatives, so in order to please them I would dive into being what they expected of me.  So I never really had a defined identity.  Then I’m sprinkled into the Austrian culture, which is completely different from being American and/or Taiwanese – a seemingly disastrous combination.

I’ve only come across a handful of expats that felt the same way as I do living here. And to be honest, I know I’ve put off a lot of people when I’ve been brutally straightforward about my feelings of Vienna. I absolutely hate the situation I’m in here. And with that comes the “oh you just haven’t met the right people” or “you need to get out more” or “are you sure you are doing everything possible to assimilate?”. That’s when I shut up and shutdown. It makes me feel like my problems are not valid and are figments of my imagination. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the friends that I’ve had the privilege to get to know here. I care and value them deeply.  There are so many great memories that I have with them. But, at the same time, there’s still a lot of room for my personal growth and development that I need to figure out.

Which brings me to “Well, what the hell do I do now?”. I feel like I’m stuck in a tunnel with no light at either end. I’m feeling completely lost. I know I’ve been told by several people that this is my chance to do something I’m a passionate about, a hobby.  It’s hard to keep trying different things and being disappointed with the outcome.  So what’s next?  Maybe I should look into underwater basket weaving…


Paris is always a good idea

Ahhh, Paris! When mentioning the ‘City of Light’, people tend to think romance, art, Eiffel Tower, and all the other stereotypes that they associate with this city. This visit was more special than the first time I was there. Hubs had never been to Paris (or France) and I would be experiencing it differently this time around.  My first visit was on a mother/daughter trip some years ago, as part of a whirlwind European tour. Fall is my favorite season, because of the crisp weather and beautiful colors of the trees. Add Paris into the mix, and I would say it’s close to an extraordinary combination.

We opted to stay in the 11th arrondissement and had easy access to two metro lines to easily transit to the rest of the city.  Hubs is a huge fan of public transit in any city we visit.  You should see the glee on his face when we’re able to get from point A to point B without the use of a taxi (he loathes them). The Paris metro and bus options are dense and effective. I prefer it over the London Underground.

During my first visit I did all the touristy things like going to the Louvre, Versailles, etc. So Hubs and I planned this visit a little differently. We explored numerous neighborhoods, ate lots of amazing food, and saw all the typical touristy sights. In my opinion, getting lost in the different neighborhoods in Paris is the best way to see it.

Food and tasting tours have become sort of “our thing” now.  We’ve done one on most of our trips. And in Paris, a food or wine tour is an absolute must! We went with a food one. Our guide taught us a lot about how and where Parisians shop. It was cool to learn how to read the label on the products to know what to look for. For example, we learned a thing or two about chickens.  Chickens are all labeled with details to inform the consumer with exactly what they’re getting.  The labels would indicate where the chicken came from, the farm it was raised on, whether the chicken had been raised on one farm for its whole life, and what it was fed.  A whole lot of information, one which Americans might associate with a Portlandia scene about a chicken named ‘Colin’.  The chickens, based on their quality, can range in price all the way up to 20€ per kg.  Which is about 10$/lb.  Supposedly you do get what you pay for, so the top quality chickens do taste the best.  Also, it is customary to leave the neck and heads on the chickens when you buy them, so the consumer can know for sure the breed of chicken. After the walking part of the tour, we were whisked away to a secret spot with our small group and tried all the little items our guide had picked up and described along the way.  My new favorite cheese:  goat cheese with truffles. It was so creamy and had the consistency of American cream cheese. Incredibly delicious. On the flip side, I know I don’t like pâté – of any type (and I’ve tried plenty).  It’s an acquired taste from I’ve been told.  I choose not to believe it.  

I would say that I have quite an obsession with macaroons. I’m not a fan of the brand Ladurée . It’s too commercialized and not handmade anymore. They have locations everywhere including New York and even Taiwan. Pierre Hermé is another huge brand, but his macaroons have different and unique flavor combinations. He went to Japan and some of his flavors are inspired from there. We tried about five different brands and out of all of them my favorites were Pierre Hermé and Un Dimanche à Paris. The latter brand is still a small boutique specializing in chocolate and macaroons; all their items are still handmade.

Our 6th year wedding anniversary was in September, so I decided to secretly arrange for a professional photographer to snap pictures of us during one afternoon in Paris as a gift. I thought it was one of the best things we did in Paris. Hubs loved the idea of having those pictures as souvenirs. It’ll be a few weeks before we see the results, but it’s definitely something we’re looking forward to.  Our photographer was an American and her husband is a French national.  It’s really neat talking to other expats we come across and hear how they’ve adapted to life in a different world.

While in Paris, you must shop! And that I did. During our travels, I usually bring back a piece of jewelry or art from a local artist. In Paris, I coordinated with a local a few weeks before we arrived to take me to boutiques that specialized in small Parisian designers.  I wanted to find a few pieces of jewelry to spice up my existing wardrobe. It was such a unique and successful experience.  There were no tourists along our three hour journey in the little boutique shops, so I really felt like a local. Hubs went and did his own thing during this time, hehe.

In the end, I have fallen even more in love with Paris (if that is even possible!). Hubs and I can’t wait to do another long weekend in the City of Light!


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Aloha, Seattle!

After having lived abroad for almost three years, getting a chance to go back to the U.S is always a treat. I have more appreciation for everything and anything around, no matter how good or bad. Hubs and I planned our trek back to the U.S. a little differently this time around. If you can recall from one of my Throwback Thursday posts, we have always said that we wanted to move or settle back on the west coast when our time in Europe is done.

The Pacific Northwest is our kryptonite. Specifically, Seattle. We were going to spend two weeks in Washington State, but I came up with a crazier idea. Hubs and I have never been to Hawaii and seeing that it was another six hour flight from Seattle, we decided to go for it.

We spent our first few days in Seattle to recoup from jet-lag. And if you’re an expat, let’s face it, we stock up on boatloads of stuff when we return to our home country for a visit. That’s exactly what Hubs and I did. We shopped ’til we dropped, all the while checking out neighborhoods. It was glorious to be back in the land of consumerism.  We didn’t go as crazy as the last time and only had to purchase one extra suitcase this time around.

Now, onto the main attraction of this trip. Ah, Hawaii. We decided to stay on the island of Oahu. Our AirBnB was only two blocks away from Waikiki beach and all the action. When we arrived, our senses went into overdrive. Our first meal was a Japanese place that served a dish called tonkatsu. It was so delicious that Hubs and I agreed it was the best outside of Asia. What a great start to the week in paradise!

Hubs has always wanted to learn how to surf, so I arranged for him to receive a private surf lesson. I was happy that he got his dream. He had so much fun that he returned and rented a surf board to “practice” some more.

Friends advised not to stay on just one beach during our stay. Hubs and I had rented a car so that we could explore the island and visit the different beaches.  Many people might not know this about me, but I can’t swim. That didn’t deter me from enjoying little dips into the turquoise waters of every beach we came across. It was so warm and refreshing. I also loved the feel of the fine sand between my toes. Was I in heaven?

The absolute highlight for me was to see a Hawaiian sea turtle. There are laws protecting these beautiful creatures, so we had to be at least ten feet away from the turtles at all times. The turtle that we came across has been tracked and her favorite spot to rest is cordoned off, and has volunteers help protect her from certain crazy tourists. I was in awe.

Besides all of the above, we also hired a small local company to take us on a food tour of the island. It was a great day learning about Hawaiian culture and tasting the food. We also got great restaurant recommendations for the rest of our stay in Honolulu. And what was the kitschy tourist attraction we were suckered into while on this trip you ask? Well, we couldn’t very well come halfway across the world and not go to a luau! After all, I really wanted to get “lei’d”. I know, so silly, but it made me giddy with joy.

It was tough getting on that Hawaiian Airlines flight back to Seattle, because it meant our time in the U.S. was coming to a close. We spent our last two nights back in Seattle to finish off last minute errands and do a few touristy things. We had ourselves a wonderful time and I’m missing the Aloha spirit as I type this.

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Til the cows come home

The state of Tirol in Austria has been on our list since we moved here and just got around to it this week! I’m still a bit “giddy” from our trip.  The main draw for us this year was to attend an event called Almabtrieb. It’s German for “cattle drive”. In the alpine regions of Europe, farmers lead cows up to alpine pastures to feed during the summer. When autumn comes around, the cows are led back down to the valleys. This is a celebrated tradition and has become popular to tourists and locals over the years. I purposely picked a weekend where Hubs and I were able to experience three different ‘Almabtriebs’ in three small villages.  As you’ll see, I went a little overboard with pictures and videos.

I was tickled with joy when the cows paraded into town with massive bells ringing, some of which were decorated. If there weren’t accidents on the mountains, the cows would be decorated elaborately with garlands. In all the Almabtriebs we saw, there were no accidents.  When the cows were finally herded to their temporary destination after the village celebration, they are then returned to their owners to graze on grasses in the valleys. Spectators then retreat into tents for food, beer, music and awards. It was an unbelievable experience that I will never forget.

Aside from the cows, we explored the beautiful landscapes of the Austrian Alps. We’ve never seen grass in such a beautiful shade of green.  The high alpine lakes are also brilliantly clear, clean, and a lovely shade of green when seen from above. It was breathtaking how you could see forever in the valleys and every turn was more gorgeous than the last.

After the Almabtriebs ended we headed to our next destination, Innsbruck.  It was our jumping off point for a few activities, and Hubs had never been to the city.  I visited it a few years ago on a whirlwind tour of Europe with my mother.  I didn’t remember it too well, so it was nice to refresh my memory.  We only had one sunny day there and made the most of it.  One of my best friends has raved about rodelbahns (think of a bobsled track with roller coaster rails) that she and her family go to every year. That gave me the idea to find one near Innsbruck, in Tirol. Hubs and I had the opportunity to ride one in a nearby ski village called Zillertal. It was so fun! But, I was a bit bummed that they hadn’t yet completed the installation of the camera thingy catching you enjoying the ride.  Maybe next time.  We also had a fantastic Tyrolean lunch perched on the side of a mountain overlooking the valleys.  Did you know that Swarovski Headquarters are in Innsbruck?  I sure did.  Hubs did not.  He was kind enough to put up with the tour and had coffee in their cafe while I “looked around”.

We took our time driving back and in each small village we passed through we would look for cows, slow down, roll down the windows and listen for the distinctive “clang, cling, clong” sounds of the cows in the field.  It was a memorable road trip and if we get the chance to go back to Tirol, we’ll be sure to be there with bells on.

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The detour that almost didn’t happen

“To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.”
― Elie Wiesel, Night

Even up until the day we were leaving, Hubs and I were going back in forth if we wanted to go see Auschwitz. We’ve been to Dachau and weren’t sure if we wanted to put ourselves in that emotional state again. We are so glad we decided to make a go for it. It was sort of on the way back to Vienna and we both said we would have regretted if we had not gone. It was very emotional going to both sites. Did you know Auschwitz was made of three main camps and 40 sub camps? I knew it was the largest, but didn’t realize just how big it was until we were there. Hubs and I managed to visit Auschwitz I and Auschwitz II. Auschwitz I has the famous gate with “Arbeit Macht Frei” (Work sets you free). It was really something to see first hand and really know that the psychological torture for the victims was utterly relentless. We only walked the grounds there briefly and decided not to take pictures of each other there, out of respect. We don’t believe it’s a place to come and get your “happy face” pictures. We toured a gas chamber and crematorium for only a few seconds. The emotions were too much.

Auschwitz II:  Birkenau is probably the most infamous of the Auschwitz cluster of concentration camps. The old rail line that leads in through the center gate is still there for the world to see. Hubs and I always knew Auschwitz II was big, but, really, it’s humongous. We learned about this place in history classes, but to see it in first person was overwhelming, humbling, atrocious, sad, etc…There are not enough words to describe the feelings and sensations standing on the same platform where Jewish people from several European countries, transported like cattle, disembarked packed rail cars in a unfamiliar, hostile, land. Separated into two lines – one to live, and one to die – only hours after arrival.  How could evil this horrid be permitted to exist in modern times?  One preserved railcar still remains on the tracks, displaying how people arrived and the deplorable travel conditions. On one side of the camp 15 prisoner barracks remain, restored, so the world cannot forget. Behind that row of 15 around 105 more existed, only the chimneys are left behind. Near the end of the war, when Germany was near defeat, the German soldiers tried to destroy and cover-up their atrocities. Like children who knew they were doing something wrong, but wanted to cover it up to avoid punishment.

Like I said before, I’m glad we did it. As we were leaving, we had to stand on the tracks leading into the camp one last time to ‘take it all in’. If you’re ever in that part of the world it really is worth the trip. Both sites are free to enter, and guided tours in several languages are available.

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Captivating Kraków

Ever since our spontaneous weekend of renting a car and driving to Venice to meet a friend, it encouraged us to take more weekend trips that are drivable from Vienna. Krakow was always on my list of must-see places and it was only about a five hour drive. We took advantage of Hubs’ “summer hours” at work and got on the road around 4PM on Friday. We made good time, despite the traffic and road work we encountered in the Czech Republic. To put it in perspective, it was about the same driving time from Baltimore to the Outer Banks of North Carolina.

Krakow is undeniably beautiful. It’s so rich in history.  Again, I think it’s one of those cities that people tend to overlook when planning their European holiday. We chose to stay in the Jewish quarter, which is about a 15-20 minute walk to all the sights the city has to offer. Since we only had one full day and a morning in Krakow, we packed in as much as we could without feeling overwhelmed and grumpy. Rynek Główny (the main market square) was gorgeous and impressive. It’s the biggest medieval square in Europe. We got suckered into taking one of the carriage rides, which I read was a “must”. It was nice and gave us a nice overview of old town, but like Vienna, it was pricey. On the order of $40 for a 20 minute, non-narrated, carriage ride. If that’s your sorta thing, make sure you start early, before 10am. It’s cool in the summer mornings and there aren’t too many people, yet. Later in the day, the market square was jam packed.

I became enamored by the traditional Polish pottery/dishes I kept seeing around the market square. The items were hand-made, hand-painted, and were of excellent quality. Hubs thought the items very unique as well, but frowned at the seemingly high center-of-town-prices. I did my research a little later and found a small locally run place over in the Jewish quarter. The sales lady there was fantastic. She carried the same items from downtown, but the prices were at least 25% cheaper. Plus, she only carried items which she researched to be reliable pieces. She mentioned she would occasionally make trips to the factory to see items being made first hand, so she would be knowledgeable about what she was selling in her store.  I may have went a little overboard, based on looks from Hubs, but I don’t know if we’ll ever have the opportunity again. I am definitely looking forward to putting our new pieces to use and replacing some of our older items.

After the pottery adventure, we aimlessly explored the Jewish quarter.  We walked along the picturesque river and crossed on the fancy pedestrian bridges. The Jewish quarter is sort of like the “hipster” part of town.  Lots of unique little shops, cafes, and cute little restaurants. We found a neat little ice cream place. They had some very odd flavors, but were done well( beer, gorgonzola, and rose). Just after the ice cream we happened upon St. Joseph’s church, the one which looks like it could be a castle. The architecture was amazing.  We wanted to take a peek inside, because that’s what you do when you see old churches. As we got closer we heard singing and people talking inside the church, on a Saturday. We stepped inside and realized there was a wedding going on. Since we were uninvited guests we stood at the back and watched for a few minutes, trying to understand what was going on. It seemed like a traditional wedding ceremony. It was a cool experience being there, watching, and listening. After we left there we made our way back into town, feeling uplifted by the joyous occasion.


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A Moment of Spontaneity

When an old high school friend contacted me via Facebook on Thursday saying that she and her husband were in Europe, the conversation went on about their itinerary and so on. When I mentioned it to Hubs around 7PM the next day, he asked where they would be this weekend, “Venice”, I said. Since Hubs has never been to Venice and my friend was this close, we quickly contacted our dog’s sitter to see if she would take him in last minute. Then, we scrambled to book a car and hotel room.  All within an hour on a Friday night. I told my friend that we would be making the roadtrip to see her! It turned out that I booked us at the same hotel as they were staying! How crazy was that?

We jumped into the car in the early hours of Saturday morning, dropped off our dog, and were on our merry way to Venice. It took us seven hours, but it was worth it to reconnect with an old friend and meet her other half. We had a wonderful time with them. The following morning, we got an early start to take in all the typical sights of Venice for Hubs, some shopping for me, had lunch, gelato and headed back home from Venice around 2pm in the afternoon, for another 7 hour drive.

Yes, it was a whirlwind trip over the weekend, but it was so much fun! Hubs and I have never done anything this spontaneous before. We are big planners and this was something completely new and exciting for us. Maybe it should become a habit?

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