Time to Say Goodbye

Catching our final Truro train

As most of you know, John and I made it back to the States safe and sound.  And yes, we have been horrible bloggers in the past handful of months due to a variety of reasons.  Depending on the day, these would give you an idea of what our excuse would be:

- Just too busy getting back into the swing of things

- Denial, absolute denial

- It just being too hard to look back

- Too busy eating Chipotle every night since we’ve been back

As easy as it would be to just never wrap up our blog due to above stated excuses, I know that it’s important to take time to look back and share in what our final days/months looked like for us, because the transition from our home in Truro to our home in the States didn’t magically happen.  In fact, there were a whole lot of laughs, tears and memories along the way.  So as we have a whole lot of ground to cover, bear with us as we take the time (and multiple blog posts) to look back. 

Truro

So let’s go all the way back to 38 Richmond Hill in Truro mid-March where John and I were doing our best to juggle moving out of a home in England, saying goodbye to jobs and friends, hosting parental visitors, getting ready for three weeks of Spanish travel (with two separate sets of parents) and doing our best to prep for figuring out logistics of living back in the United States.  Yep, things were a little chaotic and to be honest, I don’t really know how we did it.  But as everyone knows, in times of chaos, you just need to get on with it.  So that’s just what we did.

Phil, Deb, John and I at the Blue Bar

Our first logistical challenge was not only figuring out how to get our stuff back to the States, but figuring out which stuff would even come back with us.  We knew getting things from the UK to the US would be difficult (especially given that we would be traveling and without a home for at least a month), so we did some research and found a company that would send suitcases “door to door”.  So we packed up a large suitcase and large box with everything we knew we wanted back in the States (and didn’t need during traveling) and sent it on its’ way!  I say this as if it were easy, but I must admit, it was definitely time consuming as US Customs is a bit strict.  So we had to go through and write down every last thing we packed up (yep, down to counting how many pairs of socks we were sending), assign it a value, fill out lots of paperwork and then wait for it to get picked up.  A pain on the front-end, but so incredibly worth it when the postman knocks on your door, takes your suitcases and you won’t have to think about it again until you’re back on US soil!

Phil and Deb at Charlotte's Tea House overlooking Truro

On top of sending our important stuff back to the States, we also had to figure out what to do with all of the house stuff we accumulated over the time we lived on Richmond Hill.  The solution involved a camera and both of our workplaces.  We decided to try selling as many of our household items as possible and donate whatever items were left over.  So off I went around the house taking pictures of the most random items in hopes of selling them to a loving and needing home.  Once the pictures were taken and a fair price set for each item, we printed them and took them to both of our workplaces with the caveat that the items weren’t available until the end of March.  I mean, come on, who wants to go without dishes and towels?!?!  Our plan panned out because we were able to sell off the majority of our things to people who were randomly “looking for a cheap DVD player”, “hoping to replace my kitchen clock” and “needing a new tea kettle” (to name a few). 

Fun times renting a car!

Along with slowly disassembling our home, we also had house guests the week before and the week of moving out of our place.  John’s parents were wonderful and brave enough to make a return trip to Truro just as we were saying goodbye.  Though things were a bit crazy, we had some really nice moments with them both in Truro and in Cornwall.  Since we hadn’t rented a car the last time they visited, we decided to do so this time.  We had a wonderful day leisurely enjoying Cornwall and its’ beautiful beaches, stopping for lunch overlooking the ocean and just taking in the things we had grown to love about our England home.  We were also able to take time to just enjoy Truro and our home with Phil and Deb. 

My bosses Angela and Mo at my Going Away Bowling Party

As we entered the last week we would live in Truro, Phil and Deb jetted off for a short trip to Paris before we all met up again in Spain.  Along with Phil and Deb leaving came goodbyes in regards to our jobs.  I finished my job at Trevails at the end of the prior week and was lucky enough to have a goodbye party thrown for me by my coworkers.  We ended up having a pretty awesome night that started with bowling (have I ever mentioned that I love bowling?!) and ended with an amazing Indian Dinner with some great friends from work. 

The Trevails Crew

As I ended my time at Trevails, I couldn’t help but be thankful for the experience working there gave me.  Was I bored out of my mind most of the time? Yes.  Did I dislike having to work weekends?  Absolutely.  But being there allowed me to really experience what living life in England, namely Cornwall, means.  I was able to learn some fantastic English phrases.  I made some close and dear friends.  I learned how to have a good laugh about my American-isms.  And more than anything, I learned what kind hearts the Cornish have. 

John's work Farewell Party

As I finished work the week before and then spent our last week at home wrapping things up, John worked until the very end.  He had a bittersweet ending at the Royal Cornwall Hospital as he loved his job there, yet knew the program he put together was finally up and running on its own.  I must admit that in moving abroad, I was a bit worried about John.  He is very much a creature of habit and likes to know what lies ahead, so I was a bit nervous for him as he was jumping into a complete unknown and leaving a job in the States he really loved.  But he surprised me in multiple ways.  He not only took on all the challenges of moving, living and working somewhere completely foreign, but more than anything, he embraced and enjoyed it.  He showed me how amazing he was at what can be an incredibly hard task – adapting.  Not only did John take on this adventure of living, working and traveling abroad, he excelled at it.  I felt like in our relationship I already knew so much about this wonderful man, but here I was learning even more.

The last day of our lives in Truro - one last drink at Uneeka

So as all the craziness and chaos continued, it came time to finally say our goodbye to Truro.  We spent the week doing things and then saying “this is going to be the last time we…..” as most people do before they leave a place for good.  We spent time on our back deck wondering what the future would hold for us in the States.  We did a final dinner at our favorite restaurant, Chantek.  We walked by the Cathedral and made a point of really taking it in.  We tried to soak up as many of the mundane details of our lives in Truro as we humanly could.  And on our last day, we walked hand-in-hand to our absolute favorite place in Truro, the coffee shop Uneeka.  We sat upstairs both trying to take it all in, yet not have a public breakdown.  A hard line to walk. 

Right before we left for the train station :-(

After a mocha and a latte, we made the final walk through town and up Richmond Hill to grab our bags and say goodbye to the place we made a home.  It was a hard goodbye, but as most know, easier to do since the empty place no longer resembled the happy home we had made there.  The time then came to grab our bags and head to the train station.  And as we made our way up the hill, we realized that we were cutting it close (as we always did when it came to catching a train).  Due to a long line we barely got our tickets printed out in time, proceeded to run across the platform with our suitcases and hopped on the train with little time to spare.  So here we were leaving in the same way we came……in a whirlwind of unknowns, both fear and excitement about what lay ahead.

Keep Calm & Carry On

Cool video about the iconic phrase that is seen and heard throughout England

Do You Speak English?

Over the past year and a half, we've gotten a chance to really get to know some great British phrases and sayings.  I have had more laughs than I can count with friends and colleagues surrounding British sayings and what they mean.  Funny how we all speak the same language, yet often don't understand one another. There are more sayings than we could count, so here are some of our favorites:

Bingo Wings – Old lady flabby underarms

D’Reckly – Some time in the future (Cornish saying)

Fab – Fabulous

Lost her lot – Going crazy

She is about as useless at a chocolate teapot

He lost his phone at the tip – He lost his phone at the dump

It’s OK if you have a bit of a blub – It’s ok to cry

Friday is POETS day - Piss Off Early Tomorrow’s Saturday

He’s not fit for a haircut – Patient is so sick they can’t tolerate any treatment

How Jammy is that! – How great is that!

The weather is pants - The weather is crap

I am well chuffed - I am excited

Aw Bless her - She’s so sweet

Brilliant - Fantastic

Lovely

Done and Dusted

Straight-away – Right away

I’ll get that sorted – I’ll get that figured out

How long is a piece of string? - There’s no way of knowing

Sack the Juggler – Said when someone drops something loudly

Blimey

Jolly Good

Poppet – Term of endearment for young kid

Having a wobbly - Throwing a fit

Silly Sausage - Silly goose

Taking the Mickey out - Giving someone a hard time

He’s a bit camp - feminine

Gobbing off - Mouthing off

Bobs your uncle - There you have it

Spend a penny - Go to the bathroom

What’s she like? – She’s a bit crazy

Cheerio - Hello

Spring

Daffodils will forever more represent spring in England

"I'm sorry, how much does that cost?"

Beer and a latte on Mt. Pilatus

As our time here in the UK is winding down, Katie and I are doing our best to make the most of living close to so many great travel destinations.  As a result, we have just returned from a 4-day weekend in Switzerland.  It’s not very often you get to say “We’re going to Switzerland for the weekend,” but it’s not very often you get to do a lot of things we have done this past year and a half.  We decided to stay in the smaller town of Lucerne, which is about an hour south of Zurich and set at the base of Mount Pilatus, one of the Swiss Alps. 

Lucerne and Chapel Bridge behind us

We were excited to have found cheap flights from London but with that, came a very long night of traveling before we arrived in Lucerne on Saturday morning.   Upon arriving, there were a few things that struck us right away.  For example, we immediately noticed how incredibly modern, clean and safe everything was.  This goes for the small amount of time we were in Zurich as well as Lucerne.  The streets are very clean and everything from ticketing counters to information desks were electronic and in multiple languages.  This came in especially handy since 75% of the Lucerne population speaks German as their first language.  Fortunately for us, like most people in Europe the majority of people we met also spoke English. 

Chapel Bridge

We spent Saturday catching up on a little sleep and exploring the beautiful lakeside town of Lucerne.  The majority of the activity in the city takes place along the lake and river as well as the old town square.  We were very happy to find that our hotel was three blocks from the train station and within walking distance of everything in Lucerne.   Unfortunately, the weather on our first day was rather cloudy, which included low clouds that blocked what we would later learn was an incredible view of the mountains.  Making the most of our time, we strolled along the streets and crossed many of the very old, covered wooden bridges that Lucerne is famous for.  The main bridge and primary tourist attraction is Lucerne’s Chapel Bridge which was built in 1333 and is Europe’s oldest covered wooden bridge.  At the end of the bridge stands a tall water tower that over the years has been used as a prison, torture chamber and later a municipal archive.  Now it’s the site of a small tourist shop. 

Another thing we found rather interesting was that all pedestrians (and I mean ALL pedestrians) patiently wait for the green “walk” signs on every corner before crossing the street.  It’s not that we are typically “those” Americans always in a hurry to get where we need to go; we’re actually usually pretty good about that.  It was just that it stuck out since this happened even on side streets with short crossings and no cars in sight.  Just an interesting cultural observation. 

Dinner at a Swiss Restaurant

The more time we spent in Switzerland the more curious we became about why their economy is so stable and started doing some research.  This raised the question, “So what exactly is the big deal with Swiss bank accounts?”  After some research we were interested to learn that the main draw to Swiss bank accounts is that you are able to open and maintain these accounts with absolute secrecy from your own government.  In other words, if I had $500,000 sitting around, (Note: $500,000 is the standard minimum initial deposit required to open some Swiss Bank accounts.) and I didn’t want the US government to find out that I had it, I could safely keep it in a Swiss bank account.  By Swiss federal law, they could not reveal any information about my account to the US government or they would undergo immediate prosecution by the Swiss government.  It is often compared to doctor-patient confidentiality in terms of seriousness and the only way any information can be given is if the money is proven to be from insider trading, drug trafficking or organized crime.  The issue with this is that if Katie and I ever actually had $500,000 sitting around, it would probably mean that we were involved in insider trading, drug trafficking or organized crime so this doesn’t really help us. This reputation has resulted in a consistently strong economy with the unemployment rate in Switzerland staying around 3% for the past 10 years.  Not bad compared to America’s 8.3% right now.   This is very good for Switzerland but very bad for those who travel to Switzerland because this also makes Switzerland by far the most expensive city we have traveled to.  I’m not talking about Paris and London expensive, I’m talking about $9 bottles of water $16 sandwiches expensive.  Needless to say that we were happy when we found a local market near our hotel that contained a few more reasonably priced snacks and food items.  Just something to keep in mind for any future trips to Switzerland. 

Our Sunday plans to go to the top of Mt. Luzern were spoiled by more bad weather, resulting in equally poor visibility.  Fortunately our hotel told us of a website that contained live webcams of the mountaintop which ultimately confirmed that we would have been able to see about 10 feet in front of us.  Instead Sunday turned into a very relaxing “café” day (our favorite kind of day) since no stores (including most grocery stores) are open on Sundays.

Fortunately for us, Monday morning we were met with clear blue skies and our first view of the mountains that the brochures of Lucerne promised were there.  This day would turn out to be one of the highlights of our travels in the past 18 months.  We decided to make the journey via bus and gondola (basically a large covered ski lift) to the top of Mt. Pilatus.  It was a very scenic ride up to the top at 6,982 feet and clear skies all around.  It was there that we saw snow for the first time this year even though the bright sun brought the air temperature up to a comfortable 40 degrees.  With 360-degree views of the Alps and the town of Luzern looking even smaller, Katie and I settled into a few outdoor lounge chairs along one edge and relaxed in the sun.  It took our eyes quite a while to get adjusted to the brightness, which meant a lot of squinty-eyed pictures were taken before we finally got used to it.  It didn’t take long for us to shed layers, find a spot for a beer and coffee and Katie and I both were surprised to find out that one hour in the sun at that elevation could result in sunburn.  Never in our packing for our February trip to Switzerland did it occur to us to bring sunscreen. 

Katie loves macaroons!

After a great day with amazing views, we made our way back down to Lucerne where we spent our last night in this amazing city.  The people we met on this trip were incredibly nice and very willing to help.  The chocolates were as good as their reputation promised and we even found a new favorite treat called Luxemburgerli, which is basically a specific kind of macaroon.  There is not much more you can ask for than the kind of weekend we had in Switzerland.  It was just the right amount of time and the perfect way to spend one of our last weekend adventures abroad.

This Weather Is Shirt!

John, Me, Em & Adam

During the week of Christmas, I was skyping with my friend Emily when she told me to open my email and look at a photo she sent me.  She explained it was a present but she couldn’t send it through the mail, so she had to send it over email.  As I opened up the photo I couldn’t believe the picture of Emily and her husband Adam standing in front of our house here in Truro.  As I looked closer I realized that it said, “Truro, here we come.”  Emily then said that her and Adam had made the decision to come visit us before our time in England was done (and yes, Adam had photoshopped the two of them into one of our pictures, very impressive).  I was beyond surprised, happy, and excited to have my best friend of forever (literally, as I remember her and I fighting over who got the pink carpet in kindergarten) and her husband come to visit.  Five weeks later, we were greeting them at the Truro train station!

Photoshopped picture on Richmond Hill

For real on Richmond Hill!

First day out in Truro

Emily and Adam had smooth travels over and were in Truro by this past Sunday night.  After a long day of travel, we decided to just spend the night at home hanging out and catching up on life.  We then took Monday to explore Truro, have some beers at a pub, and Em and I even got a Minx pedicure done! 

Coffee stop at Uneeka

Tuesday was spent visiting the cute town of St. Ives and having lunch overlooking the harbor.  We ended the day by meeting up with John at our favorite little coffee shop, Uneeka.  John and I have had so many moments at Uneeka talking to each other about how great it would be to share this cute place with our friends and family.  So it felt a little surreal to be having coffee and cream tea on a Tuesday with Em and Adam.  Definitely one of those life moments. 

Wednesday was then spent renting a car and heading to the coast.  Even though it was cold (cold for Cornwall standards), we lucked out with a bright and sunny day to walk along the beach and climb the rocks by the sea.  The day continued with checking out the shops in Newquay and making a stop at a local cyder brewery.  And during all of this, Adam even got a chance to drive.  I must say, I was very impressed with his driving skills as it was the first time he has driven on the other side of the road.  When the day was finishing up, we drove back to Truro to check out a couple more shops and then ended the night by having the most wonderful dinner at a restaurant here in town.  A successful day! 

As Em and Adam have an adorable ten-month old son back in the States (thanks a million for helping this trip happen Turner family!), they made their way back to London Thursday and flew home Friday.  As expected, the week just flew by as that tends to happen when you’re with amazing friends.  And to finish this entry off, here are a couple highlights of having them here.  Here goes:

- I was amazed by Emily and Adam’s lack of jetlag.  It was determined that having a baby at home actually helps a person better deal with lack of sleep and being on a weird sleeping schedule.  Or as Adam said best, having a baby is like 24/7 jetlag J 

- I can’t remember the last time I laughed as hard as I did having them here.  There were multiple moments of laughing so hard you were crying, which always helps the soul.

- Being able to see first-hand how much Emily and Adam love being parents to their son Turner.  They did such an amazing job being without him for the week, but I also know they missed him immensely and were looking forward to, and going to love, every second of being back home with him

- Honestly, being able to share this experience with my best friend was more than I could have ever asked for.  

Christmas, New Year's and Fowey!

Christmas at Truro Cathedral

After a busy and adventurous year, John and I decided to end the year in the opposite fashion.  We had a very low-key, but enjoyable Christmas Eve, Christmas Day and Boxing Dar here in Truro.  Even though I had to work Christmas Eve, we still made a point of making the most of a quiet holiday.  We watched some Christmas movies, made a delicious Christmas dinner with all the fixings, slept in, skyped with family and even strolled around town to see the Christmas lights.  New Year’s was spent in much the same way with lots of good food and ending the night in the Truro Piazza to watch the midnight fireworks.  I would say a successful English holiday season!

Enjoying cream tea at Fowey Tea House

As January (in any part of the world) can be a bit dull, especially after the busy holidays, we decided to try and continue making the most of our time in Cornwall.  We decided that we wanted to visit a new coastal town and ended up spending last Saturday in an adorable little village by the sea called Fowey (pronounced “foy”).  We started our visit by eating lunch at a pub outside by the sea.  Then we spent some time just exploring the city by checking out the shops, visiting the old church in town and even stopping at a tearoom (which happens to be one of my favorite things in the world to do)! 

Truro City of Lights Parade

Once we finished the day and headed to the train, we had a good ol’ travel mishap that tends to come with visiting someplace new.  We got to the train station just before the timetable stated a train was coming.  As we soon found out, the timetable had mistakenly printed this train time and the next train to Truro wasn’t coming for a little over two hours!  John and I (ok, mostly me) grumbled for a good five minutes until we decided to just head to a pub across the road to have a drink.  And after my initial complaining, it ended up being a really great two hours spent with John having a drink at a pub in front of a fireplace.  Moments like that remind me of why I love to travel and how many times the best moments are completely unplanned.

Christmas in Truro

Ringing in 2012!

Merry Christmas from England

Home with the Henrys

The whole group, together again

Even though if feels like a long time ago now, I am finally getting around to writing about our time at home with my family.  Like Katie, home has always carried a number of meanings (and locations) for me.  After being away for as long as we were, it was great to have such an unusually long length of time to spend with family.  As much as we have changed in the first year living abroad, it didn’t take long for us to feel like we never left Wisconsin.

As most Henry family gathering begin, we started our weekend meeting at Piggy’s in La Crosse on Friday afternoon for lunch.  It’s become sort of a tradition over the years and the only thing that seems to change is how many chairs, highchairs and booster seats we need.  It had been well over a year since I had seen my brother and sister, both who have had a new baby in the year that we were away.  As a result, we spent the majority of our time catching up, meeting new babies and enjoying the entertainment that comes with having 5 kids under the age of 3 under one roof for the weekend.  We spent the entire weekend doing what we love doing the most—going for walks, eating amazing food, and watching the Badgers and Packers both win. 

Henry's Baptism

Katie and I were both honored to be our new nephew Henry’s Godparents, so we were thrilled that it worked out to have his Baptism on the Sunday that we were all together in West Salem.  To top things off, my Grandma Henry even made the trip and it was so great to see her any my uncle Rick and spend time catching up with both of them. 

Our last week in the States was spent making the rounds to see more family and friends.  We had a great few days in Madison spending time with Kevin and KJ and meeting the lovely Sophia as well as seeing Kelly Mohr (& Lucas) and spending some time with Emily and Adam and meeting little Turner.  It was brilliant seeing so many great people in such a short amount of time, but we could have easily spent a week catching up with each person.

Our last day in the States was spent in Minneapolis, the city that we called home for 5 years before moving over here.   Katie was able to spend the day catching up with a good friend and colleague and I was able to spend the day with my third set of Grandparents (Marlene & Terry) as well as meet up with a group of my friends from work.  Again, we could have spent weeks catching up with all of them. 

One of many amazing meals around that table

As we prepared to come back to the UK, we were sad to say goodbye to family, friends and some of the American comforts that we have grown up with.  Some of this was made easier by the suitcase filled with American food that was loaded onto the plane with us.  It was bittersweet saying goodbye this time, but somehow it felt different.  It was amazing spending as much time as we did together, but knowing that we would all see each other again in the spring made it much easier.

I know that I have said this before, but this trip was a reminder of how precious time is.  The weeks leading up to our trip back home felt like they dragged on forever, but once it finally arrived we wished we could have slowed down each moment to take it all in.   Yet, even as I sit here writing this now, we remind ourselves, almost every day, that this experience for us will soon come to an end and all we can do is wake up each morning and be thankful for what we are doing right now, while remembering how lucky we are to have such an amazing life waiting for us back home. 

Go Badgers !!!

I Feel Home.....

Dinner with the fam at Dad and Rhonda's

I have been fortunate enough to live a life where home has always been a safe and welcoming word.  It is something I’ve known over the years, but never put a lot of thought into.  And through this year of being in another country and away from home, I have found an invaluable (and unexpected) opportunity to have time to gain further perspective on what home means to me.  Through my trip back to the States, I have realized that home is not necessarily a physical structure of a specific house or even a specific town.  But it is a feeling.  It is comfort in people you know and love, familiarity of places and doing.  It is the general day-to-day, being 100% yourself, connection to others and most of all, love.  So I was humbled and beyond excited to be able to have an entire week devoted to these things.  So in that week of being back with my family in Wisconsin, here are some highlights of what makes home truly home to me:

Making bread at Grandpa's with Aunt Jane

-  First and foremost, seeing my family

- Spending a day at Grandpa’s Skroch’s house cleaning hats, eating comfort food and getting a 93 year old man set up on skype

- The cabin, a physical structure that represents home. Waking up to the most beautiful colors over Sand Lake in the early morning.  Standing on the dock looking out over the lake.  Heaven.

- Making Grandma (and Mom’s) homemade bread with Aunt Jane

- Spending a day enjoying every second of being an aunt and uncle to Adrian and Amaia – that includes lunch at McDonald’s, lots of sword fighting and doing underdogs on the playset

Uncle John with Adrian and Amaia

- Being able to meet, play with, and put to bed Sophia while in Madison

- Spending a day at home while it’s snowing outside with my bestie Emily and her baby Turner

- Spending Halloween with The Mohr’s eating the most amazing chicken dumpling soup

- Dinner with the family at Dad and Rhonda’s house – always more than enough food

- A couple hours of hot chocolate and catch-up time with my fellow K. Mohr 

- Breakfast pizza at Main Street Café, lots of cheescurds and Bloomer Bakery

- Going to the Bloomer Rec Center to take a Zumba class Mary rocked at teaching

- Staying up way too late, hanging out and chatting (done multiple times throughout the trip with multiple people!)

Ahhhhh......the cabin!

After spending more than a year away from what I know as home, I was lucky enough to get the chance to go back and visit.  And to be honest, it was the best week home I’ve ever had.  

Aunt Katie putting Sophia to bed

Spending the day with Em and Turner

Can't do a home blog without cheesecurds :-)