I was standing outside the commissary the other day with a bag full of snacks for our little road trip back to Ramstein. I would have walked up to the BX parking where my hubby was, but he demanded I stay there. He’s afraid of the baby coming early and didn’t want me hiking up the concrete stairs. I tried to reassure him that just walking isn’t going to break my water. Especially considering my first son was a week late. So I sat on a bench, and then noticed the cigarette disposal beside ...

I am constantly amazed at the ability of two cars to pass on these tiny German country roads. I tense up every time I see a set of headlights facing me but I wouldn’t give up this experience for anything. If I weren’t here, I wouldn’t have that smile on my face from seeing fat, milk laden cows grazing lazily. I wouldn’t have had that chance to talk about the chestnut coated horse with my 3 year old son. We only moved here a few weeks ago, but already I’m reminded that I am a country girl at h...