Our Fourth Housesitting Assignment: Iffeldorf, Germany


Oops, it’s been a while. We’re in Sarzana, Italy with my parents and we haven’t had strong internet for the past week and a half, so it was tough to post. We are hopping on a train today to spend the night in Pisa, then on to Rome tomorrow, which I’m pretty excited about since I’ve never been. I wanted to finish up our time in Bavaria, since it was so memorable.

We weren’t sure about taking this housesitting since it was for two whole weeks and it was during the time my parents were going to be in Europe. It turned out to be a really great decision though, especially since my parents ended up driving us to Munich, and then we met back up with them after the assignment was over. Our host in Germany also let us use her automatic car, which made a big difference, since we were able to explore a lot of Bavaria. Besides the incredible hike we went on complete with beer and pretzels near the top of the mountain and some beautiful runs on the trails near the house we were sitting, there were multiple other highlights as well.

Visiting Linderhof Palace


Linderhof Palace, according to Wikipedia, is the “smallest of the three palaces built by King Ludwig II of Bavaria and the only one which he lived to see completed.” King Ludwig II seems to be quite the interesting character, and Jeremy and I decided to pay to take a tour of the palace, something we rarely do as budget travelers. Ludwig took over the throne in Bavaria at 18, and he built elaborate castles (we visited another one of his castles, Neuschwanstein) before he was mysteriously found dead in a lake at age 41. He also had a strong fascination with Wagner, which influenced parts of the palace we toured.



We couldn’t take any pictures of the inside of the palace (even though Jeremy tried to sneak one and got caught!), but you can see some of the rooms online. The most interesting room to us was the dining room, where there was a table that Ludwig would eat at alone and the table had a pulley system (called “Tischlein deck dich”), so the table would lower into the staff’s quarters and they would make up the table and put food on it, and raise it back up to where Ludwig was sitting. There was also a big mirror in front of the table, so that Ludwig was dining with himself every time he ate. The tour guide didn’t say this, but on Wikipedia it says that the staff had to make up the table for four people, and Ludwig would have imaginary conversations with them while he ate.


I was excited to see a palm tree.

Another really interesting part of the palace was the grotto, which Ludwig had built for him. People would put on Wagner operas for him in this man-made grotto, and he would sit in this big clam shell and they pushed him around in the water. He was the only spectator of the opera.


Day Tripping: Salzburg, Austria

I really wanted to visit Austria since I’d never been, and we decided to visit Salzburg (even though Innsbruck was a little closer) for the day, where Sound of Music was filmed. It was about a two-hour drive, and it wasn’t bad. We had to buy a permit to drive in Austria, but nobody checked it. It was a little nerve-wracking to drive in Salzburg, as it is in any city really, but luckily I only got massively honked at by a line of cars once. And we missed the turn for the parking lot two times and kept circling around the city in our big old Volvo station wagon, and ended up pulling into the parking lot of Augustiner Bräu monastery/brewery. It was perfect. We had to wait a little while for them to start serving beer, so we walked around town a bit.





You know a city is magical if they have unicorn statues around.

You know a city is magical if they have unicorn statues around.


I'm such a sucker for plants that look like they belong in a Dr. Seuss book.

I’m such a sucker for plants that look like they belong in a Dr. Seuss book.



DSC_4475 We headed back to the brewery to get some food and delicious beer, straight from the barrels.




You can’t really see them because they’re white, but there was a guy serving shaved radishes with salt and we got some. They were really good.


The halls were filled with food stands.

Anniversary Dinner

Jeremy and I celebrated our one-year wedding anniversary by exploring Starnberger See, a big lake nearby with lots of cute towns around it. This is also the lake where King Ludwig was found dead. We ate dinner at a nice restaurant in our little town, outside overlooking the local lakes.

Starnberger See.

Starnberger See. The water was crystal clear.



Finally got to wear the one nice dress I packed.

Kloster Andechs

Our housesitting host gave us some suggestions on things to do around Iffeldorf, and visiting Kloster Andechs was high on her list, with good reason. It is another monastery that brews beer, and it’s location on the top of a hill makes for really nice views while you sit outside and enjoy a liter of beer. You can also hike up there from a neighboring town which takes about an hour, but both times we went it was late so we just drove up to it.


Fishes on sticks.


The monastery.



DSC_4568  We had such a good time in Bavaria, I do feel like I could live there. The cats we were taking care of didn’t warm up to us too much, but they were still nice to have around for the most part.



My dream chocolate bar.



Making friends.



The biggest birdhouse I’ve ever seen.

You ain't kidding.

You ain’t kidding.

Our last meal at the train station before heading to Verona. Goodbye Germany! For now...

Our last meal at the train station before heading to Verona. Goodbye Germany! For now…

Does anyone have any tips on places to eat or whatnot in Rome?

How Not to Learn to Drive a Manual Car


Jeremy and I just finished our third housesitting assignment, in the Languedoc-Roussillon region of southern France. It was a very small, sleepy town, and it was pretty much the exact opposite of where we’ve been since yesterday afternoon: Paris. We were there for 11 days, and spent those days walking in the vineyards, reading outside, cooking healthy meals, and mentally preparing ourselves to get in the car to drive to the grocery store.


When we first applied for this assignment, we had just joined and it was one of the first listings we contacted. We didn’t realize how lucky we were to get it, seeing as how we had no references and no experience on the site yet. We were so eager to accept the offer, we didn’t ask any questions. All we heard was: small wine village, Carcassonne and Narbonne nearby, we’ll leave a car for you. We said yes to the offer without thinking twice. When our hosts picked us up at the train station in Narbonne and drove us to Azille, they told us about all the spectacular things in the region and all the places we needed to go drive to see. As soon as they left, we were excited to start exploring the area. It finally dawned on me that we never asked if the car was manual or automatic. They had parked the car in their friends’ driveway to avoid the craziness of the feria, and as we walked to the car, all I kept thinking was, “please let it be automatic, please let it be automatic.” Well, it wasn’t, so we went back to the house to start watching Youtube videos and reading wikiHow on how to drive stick. Everything said to practice in a big parking lot with no one around, but obviously that was not possible. When I finally got my courage up, we headed to the car and I attempted to maneuver it out of the tiny space it was parked in without hitting the cars/plants/garages it was wedged in between, and drive it to the grocery store in the next town over. After stalling a bunch of times and profusely sweating, I finally got the car going, and I thought the coast was clear.


Feeling good for a minute.

Shortly after taking this picture, we entered another village, and I got stuck on a hill. It takes some skill (and practice) to start the car on an incline, and unfortunately I did not have those skills yet. I had to turn on the hazard lights and wave people around me (while trying to ignore their shaking fists), and just kept stalling over and over again. I was on the verge of tears and about to give up and leave the car there, but luckily Jeremy spotted two British guys we had met the night before that were friends of our hosts, and he ran them down and asked for help. They drove the car into a neighborhood, gave me a thirty-second whirlwind driving lesson, and we were on our own again. I was able to practice some around the neighborhood and finally got up the courage to turn back on the main road in the village and head to the grocery store. We made it unscathed and back to the house (the whole ordeal took about three hours, and the village was only about five miles away), but I was a little shaken up, and nervous to attempt it again. The roads are fairly narrow, and there are many spots where one must wait to let another car pass before going. I never quite mastered how to drive really slowly without stalling, unfortunately.

I finally mustered the courage to try again a few days later, and we had grand hopes of making it to Narbonne, about 40 minutes away. We ended up taking a wrong turn and found ourselves in a little cute town called Homps, and after stressfully maneuvering it through the very narrow streets and back on the main road, decided it was best to just go back to Azille and call it a day. Sadly, we never made it to anywhere else but the grocery store and Homps, but I feel like I now know how to (sort of) drive a stick shift, and I feel proud that I didn’t smash their car into anything.

Moral of the story: if you’re going to learn to drive a manual car, save yourself some panic and stress by listening to the internet and practicing in a big empty parking lot if you can, and preferably not in a foreign country.


The House

Even though the house we were watching was huge (7 or 8 bedrooms – I lost count – and just as many bathrooms), the three-story space felt really cozy. There was a jukebox, an indoor pool, a nice terrace, two friendly dogs and two super talkative cats, and more. We had a really nice time enjoying the home, and even though we felt a bit isolated at times, it was a good chance to relax before taking on Paris and the next few weeks of traveling.

Here are some pictures from our time spent in Azille!


Lily the mastiff watching the town below from our bedroom.




Watching some live music at the wine bar next door.


Some red wine made locally.

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Lily and I bonded.


The feral cats we’d see on our walk through town every day. They were constantly being fed, so they would all gather together.


These looked like Dr. Seuss plants to me.

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Whatta ham.




Canal du Midi.


Hanging in Homps.



The center of Azille.



Inside the house.


This was also inside the house, an 18th century tower that the previous owners converted into a stage area for their children.


What can I say… we had a lot of time on our hands.





Feria d’Azille: Five Crazy Days

Happy May! I’m really excited that it’s May because we are meeting up my parents this month! After living across the country from them in Georgia for years and then moving back to Santa Barbara, I got used to seeing them all the time. I am really missing them, and can’t wait to spend time in Europe together. Not to mention go out to some delicious dinners.


This delightfully awkward picture of me and my parents in a hole was taken in 2009 at the Normandy beaches.

When our time in Avignon came to an end, we said goodbye to our apartment and got back on the train to head to Narbonne. It was quite an eventful two hours; we got to see the Mediterranean Sea, fields of poppies, and this couple next to us got into a passionate fight and the woman ended up hitting the man in the head and storming off. It was a little awkward for us, but we pretended to not be staring at them and watching intently.


Continuing our tradition of wine drinking on train rides. We didn’t spill any this time!


Pretty poppy fields.


I loved seeing the ocean so much.

Our housesitting hosts picked us up at the train station and brought us to their house in Azille. It is a tiny wine village surrounded by vineyards, but once a year it hosts a big feria where hundreds of people swarm the town for five days and things get a little crazy. There is a stage set up in the village square with dancers and DJs at night (that would last until the early hours of the morning), and food vendors offer duck and steak and paella and crepes, and other things (our hosts offered to buy me a “chip sandwich” since I don’t eat meat – literally French fries and mayonnaise in a bun. I declined). There are bull runs and horse parades as well. There is an outdoor bar where you can get a big cup of red wine for one euro, and a PITCHER of wine for five euros. Glorious.


Our British hosts took us to get wine from the wine bar next door on our first night and introduced us to the owners, and everybody else inside the bar, all of whom were speaking English. This village is so small that everybody knows each other pretty much, well, all the British people do at least. We then headed over to the festivities and they bought us dinner: fresh paella that a guy was making in a huge pan. It was delicious, and felt so good to eat a hearty dinner with some seafood.



(I gave my chicken to Jeremy.)

It was hard to sleep at night while the feria was going on because the music from the DJ was shaking the walls of the house until at least 2am. People like to get pretty crazy at night apparently, and Saturday we were up super late, because a group of drunk guys decided to hang out right under our bedroom window and proceed to destroy a truck that was parked there (luckily our host’s car was parked down the road to avoid the madness of the feria).


Pretty much every day we have been heading over to the festivities and watching some sort of dancing or music, eating Nutella crepes, and walking around town.


Brazilian dancers at the feria.




Jeremy feeling a little feria’d out.


Nutella crepes for days, literally.


Friday night we really got into the spirit of things, and danced to a polka/ska band playing on the stage. There was a photographer that took a picture of us dancing, and I am on a mission to find it on the internet somewhere. I did make it on the official feria website from when we were watching the Brazilian dancers, so I’m pretty much famous around here now.


I’m over near the left side of the photo… if only I knew how to draw a circle on a picture.


I’m pretty glad the feria is over now, honestly, because we can get a good night’s sleep and see how the village functions normally.

Since I’m from Southern California, I’m used to celebrating Cinco de Mayo, so I had my own little celebration yesterday by taking a dip in the indoor pool and laying out with a glass of white wine (even though it felt kind of wrong to celebrate Cinco de Mayo in France… after all, it’s a day to commemorate the Mexican army defeating the French army in the Battle of Puebla).


Stealthily celebrating Cinco de Mayo.


My set up, with Lily the mastiff accompanying me.

I’m hoping to get my courage up to take the manual car out again, and head to Narbonne for its market on Thursday. We also want to take a trip to Carcassonne before we leave. I really want to feel a bit more comfortable driving that car before taking it to a town 40 minutes away!

Palais des Popes and Goodbye Avignon

The Palais des Popes in Avignon is a main draw of the town, as it’s claimed to be the biggest Gothic palace in the world (according to its website). Thousands of people visit Avignon to tour the huge, beautiful palace, with good reason. It dates back to the 1300s, and was the seat of Western Christianity during the 14th century (thank you, Wikipedia), and housed nine popes before the papacy returned to Rome in 1377. Jeremy and I didn’t pay the 11 euros each to take a tour of the inside of the palace (a little too rich for our budget traveler blood, and our hosts in Geneva said that the rooms were pretty much emptied out when the popes returned to Rome anyway), but walking around it and up to the gardens to see the view was still worth a visit.


A closer look at the creepy guy on the left.

A closer look at the creepy guy on the left.







Inside the first room of the palace.



The view over the Rhone River from le Jardin des Doms.


Le Pont d’Avignon from above.


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Reminded me of being behind the waterfall in Iceland.


Hotel de Ville in the nearby Place d’Horloge.


The buildings surrounding the palace are wonderful as well.





This guy looked like he was conducting serious business on the carousel.




Goodbye, Avignon

Since I’m wrapping up our visit to Avignon, I thought I’d add some pictures from the week that didn’t have to do with Les Halles or Palais des Papes.

If anyone ever visits Avignon, you must go to Camili Books & Tea, it’s so adorable, and all the books are in English. And the people working there are so nice. The lady brought out some freshly baked cinnamon rolls and it was painful how good they smelled. The address is 155 Rue de la Carreterie.




Look at those cinnamon rolls…

Some more things we ate/cooked:


Bought this at Les Halles market, it was stuffed with salmon. Holy crap it was delicious.


Vegetable quiche, also bought at Les Halles.


One of our meals we cooked in the apartment.


Heaven on a plate.

It's too dark to see, but there's polenta and grilled mushrooms on those plates.

It’s too dark to see, but there’s polenta and grilled mushrooms on those plates.


In our Airbnb – we thought the mosquito net was just decoration, but after waking up with a few bites, realized it was a very important addition to the room.


Another perfect picnic spot.


The stairs leading to our Airbnb.



This day was hot and felt like summer. It was wonderful.

We are now housesitting in the Languedoc-Roussillon region of France, in between Carcassonne and Narbonne, and we’ve already been swimming in the indoor pool our house has, explored all seven bedrooms of the house (not including this crazy awesome stage that is constructed in the old tower portion of the house, which was built in the early 1800s), seen a rainbow, eaten paella and crepes, made friends at the wine bar next door, and had a harrowing afternoon driving a stick shift to the grocery store in the next town over after never having driven a manual car before. I’ll get into that next time…


Housesitting in Geneva

The reason we decided to go to Switzerland so early on in our trip was because we secured a housesitting assignment in Geneva for a week surrounding Easter weekend. It’s been really great to be given these assignments so we have certain things to plan around. Otherwise, I worry that we would feel a bit lost as far as deciding where to go next. But luckily, we’ve worked it out so that we have plans up until the end of August. A lot can happen during that time, so we’ll see where we are at after that’s over.


Jeremy and I took the train from Wunnewil to Fribourg, then changed trains for one that went directly to Geneva. We like to have some red wine for train rides, but we didn’t have plastic cups to use for the ride. Jeremy MacGyvered some out of the bottom of a water bottle we had. We were sharing the “cup” that had a really sharp lid from where it was cut, and the lady pushing the minibar cart up and down the aisles put two real plastic cups in front of us as soon as she saw us try to drink from the makeshift one. It was greatly appreciated. We’ve also been living off Barney’s Best peanut butter (the only kind I’ve seen in Switzerland), and it’s so sugary. It’s basically dessert. Delicious.

Our fancy wine glass fashioned out of a plastic water bottle.

Our fancy wine glass fashioned out of a plastic water bottle.

Much better.

Much better.

The view of Lausanne from the train.

The view of Lausanne from the train.

I really enjoy train rides, but we had a bit of trouble on this one. There weren’t reserved seats, and when the train pulled up we mistakenly got in a cabin that was for first class passengers only. We went through the inside of the train trying to find the second class cabins, but during the time it took us to do that, the other cabins had pretty much gotten filled to the brim. We spent the first twenty minutes of the train ride going up and down the aisles with our luggage looking for empty seats. We finally found some and were able to relax. I remember that happening years back when Jeremy and I met up in Europe only a few months after we started dating. It’s really stressful for me to do things like that, because I’m such a planner and I like to know exactly where we’ll be sitting and what to expect.

Our housesitting host picked us up at the Geneva train station after we walked around a bit, and we were off to her house right outside the city.

Geneva Lake.

Geneva Lake.

Vineyards outside Geneva.

Vineyards outside Geneva.

After we got settled in the house, our host took us over the border to a grocery store in France. I have never been so excited and relieved. The fact that there were things for sale under a euro and we could actually buy vegetables and wholesome food (instead of just pasta and bread) was so great. Not to mention bottles of red wine from Bordeaux for about two dollars. Our host was waiting for us outside so we made a rushed job of our grocery shopping, which was a mistake. We didn’t get nearly enough food, and ran out of it quickly. Another thing about visiting the grocery store was that I got to use my French for the first time this trip. It was really exciting!

I love French grocery stores. I could live in this cave, if it didn't smell so much like farts.

I love French grocery stores. I could live in this cave, if it didn’t smell so much like farts.

It was a little too far to walk from the house to the city center (especially with Jeremy’s injured knee), so we took the week to explore the plentiful walking paths around the house and stayed close by. Everything was closed for Easter Sunday and Easter Monday (aka Marathon Monday), so when we ran out of food, I took the dog we were looking after on a hunt for a gas station to find something to eat. I ended up stumbling upon a patisserie a couple miles away that was like walking into heaven. The amount of baked goods and desserts was overwhelming, and even though it was hard to resist, I ended up just walking out with a baguette. I found a gas station and bought some Swiss cheese and chocolate, and that managed to hold us over until dinner. Our time in Geneva was really nice and relaxing, Jeremy was able to rest his knee some more, I got some great runs in, the animals were really sweet we were caring after, and our hosts ended up coming home a day early and cooked us dinner, gave us nice wine, and we talked for hours.

Walking Sam the dog with the Alps in the background.

Walking Sam the dog with Mont Blanc in the background.

The reward of my miles-long hunt for an open gas station on Easter Monday.

The reward of my miles-long hunt for an open store on Easter Monday.



Our adorable abode for the week.



A neat antique store I found in the neighborhood.


Morning in Geneva.







Sam the cutie.


Cats can’t resist Jeremy (part one).



Cats can’t resist Jeremy (part two).


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There was wisteria everywhere.




Our neighbors.



Watching the Boston Marathon!

Watching the Boston Marathon!


Housesitting in Kent

About a month before Jeremy and I were leaving Santa Barbara to depart on our adventures, I was scouring travel blogs to find tips and advice on how the hell to pull off this whole open-ended trip we had semi-planned. The amount of time we are able to travel obviously depends on money. Traveling costs money, and if we aren’t careful, we’ll be forced to return in a month. We have been using Airbnb for years, and depend on it when we travel in the States, and knew we’d be using it a lot in Europe. Even though it’s usually cheaper than hotels and even hostels, it still all adds up. Then there’s Couchsurfing, which we haven’t resorted to, but it’s nice to know it’s there if we need it. There are also sites where you trade labor (not heavy labor for the most part) for lodging and food, such as HelpX, Wwoof (World Wide Opportunities on Organic Farms), and Workaway, to name a few. So really, if you do it right, all you’d have to pay for is transportation to and from these stints. We are most likely going to try one of these sites a little later on if we are finding that we are going through our allotted money faster than we were hoping, but for now, we haven’t done it yet.

On one of these days I was glued to travel blogs, I had an epiphany when I read about housesitting abroad. People from around the world post on various websites (,,, for example) that they need people to housesit (and usually petsit) for a certain amount of time. Jeremy and I immediately knew this would be a huge opportunity for us and we needed to get on it right away. I looked at the different sites, and could kind of tell which ones were more legit and had more opportunities. There is a fee to sign up on almost all of them, but it’s not bad and it’s for an entire year. Some of the sites are less expensive, but we ended up going with TrustedHousesitters, which had the highest fee ($79 for a year) because it looked the best to us.

We signed up, created a profile, got some people close to us to fill out character references, and began searching for assignments. It’s fairly competitive, and assignments get filled the day they are posted for the most part. There are about 10-15 new assignments a day, and over 6,000 housesitters available (not all active), soooo you have to be on top of your game to snag a good one. Most of the listings are in the U.K. and Australia, with some in other European countries and America sprinkled in. We got lucky and have already had one assignment, and have three more coming up, in Geneva, Switzerland; Azille, France; and Paris. I was able to get these because I was the first person to contact them, otherwise you have 30+ other people emailing them too, and your message gets lost with the others.

Our first housesitting assignment started a week after we arrived in London, in a town called Chiddingstone Causeway in Kent, 35 miles southeast of London. We took care of three dogs, four cats, five chickens, two ducks, and two fish. It was a doozy.

Jeremy and a sampling of the animals we looked after.

Jeremy and a sampling of the animals we looked after.

We arrived at the train station in Sevenoaks (after a confusing train journey that was supposed to take 45 minutes and ended up taking two hours, thanks to rail maintenance, a common occurrence on Sundays we discovered) and our host picked us up. She was so sweet even though she had been waiting over an hour for us. I don’t have an international plan on my phone, so I couldn’t contact her to tell her we were running very late. At one of the train stations we had to transfer at, I found some wifi on my phone that I could pay for, so after a few tries of purchasing an hour of internet, as the train was pulling up, I finally got it to work and I typed an email as quickly as my sausage fingers would allow, and pressed ‘send’ as I was jumping on the train. I didn’t know at the time if it had even gone through, and I kind of figured I had just spent six pounds on nothing. It turns out it did go through, but it also caused American Express to cut off my card because it looked fishy, and now I still can’t use it.

ANYway, after a scary drive to the house (it was our first time being in a car driven on the left side of the road, and on top of that people were driving insanely, more on that later), we arrived and met our host’s husband, two children, and their menagerie of animals. Everyone was so sweet to us, and we ate Domino’s pizza (with hot dogs on it for the little boy) and watched The Inbetweeners with the husband until it was time for bed. The family left the next morning, and Jeremy and I were alone with a house full of pets. It turns out that the dogs (one of which was a puppy) and one of the cats, a Siamese kitten, were so incredibly sweet and wanted to cuddle anytime you were around them. I honestly miss them now.


What a face.


Dolly, the hyper but sweet Boston Terrier puppy.


Molly, the affectionate Siamese kitten.


Dolly and Doris cuddling on the couch.

We spent most of our days taking the dogs on walks, which was an experience unlike any other. The area was so beautiful, but we were not expecting the extreme speed at which people would be driving. There was a stretch of road that had no sidewalk, and people were driving upwards of 80 mph, even though we were on small country roads. There were countless blind turns, and people would barely move over when they passed us. We had to jump in the mud or bushes several times to avoid getting hit. This was seriously the most scared either of us had ever been while walking, and we just couldn’t believe it. Luckily after we got past the sidewalk-less stretch, there were some really nice pedestrian paths to the small town, and through beautiful fields. I couldn’t get enough of the yellow rapeseed fields, and took lots of pictures. I also loved the baby sheep and alpacas who were our neighbors.







Monika came to visit from London!


One of the many delicious breakfasts Jeremy has made.









On one of the days during the week, we decided to take a journey to Royal Tunbridge Wells, which we had heard good things about. We also wanted to send some clothes back to the U.S. to lighten our load, so we brought two big bags full of stuff with us. It took two trains to get there, but it was a fairly quick journey. Tunbridge Wells was really pretty, and had some nice pedestrian-only shopping areas. We also found a beautiful park to eat our picnic, jacket potatoes and prawn crackers from the local grocery store. It took us asking four people where the post office was, but we finally found it. We have been having some trouble with our credit cards since we don’t have the chip and PIN cards Europeans have, and have caused countless amounts of ordeals because of it. It happened again at the post office (the machine wouldn’t take our swipe cards), and it took over an hour for the whole situation to get resolved, and we also had a very disgruntled man behind us basically yell at us because we were taking too long and his parking meter was going to expire. It costed a lot to send a box home, but it was worth it to not have to lug it around with us.


The park we had a picnic in.


Two of my favorite things.



Pretty Royal Tunbridge Wells.

On our way back, we had about 30 minutes between trains in Tonbridge (a different town with a slightly different spelling…confusing), and walked around and stumbled across a beautiful castle.



Tonbridge Castle.



After the week was over, we had been dreading the walk we’d have to make with our luggage on the scariest road in the world. We booked it as fast as possible, and luckily made it to the train station alive. We hopped on a couple trains, the Tube, another train, and a plane, and then were in Zurich.

This is what our life looks like now.

This is what our life looks like now.