Spiritual Tug-of-War

I am currently reading three fabulous books. First, I am reading 33 Days to Merciful Love: A Do-it-Yourself Retreat. This is just about a 3-5 minute read each day, and it's truly blown me away with how wonderful it is.  The day I started it, it was exactly what I needed that day.

The second is "Mom Enough: The Fearless Mother's Heart and Hope"  It talks about the many fears we as mothers often have. Am I doing enough? Will I ever have a career again? Have I lost myself in this 'job' of motherhood? It's really what I've been needing as well.

And the final one is "On the Other Side of Fear: How I Found Peace". This one is about dealing with fears and anxieties, the unknown. I saw this one advertised on FB, and with the fear I've had over this move, I decided to look in to it.

The three books have intersected so perfectly. Most recently, "On the Other Side of Fear" suggested talking your fears and anxieties out, working them to their logical conclusion and figuring out what is the worst that could happen. So, for example, if we don't get orders this week, what then? If we don't get them until the week we're suppose to leave, what then? What if we don't get movers by the time we gave our landlord notice? Then we'll have to talk to her. I don't want to, but it's possible. What if we close on the house and then don't move to ID? Then we'll rent it out. When my husband and I sat down and talked all of my fears out to the possible ends, it really helped.

I was thinking about this constant struggle I feel, this tug-of-war if you will. One day, I feel like the Lord is in control. The entire move is in His hands, and it will all work out. I have a "Thy Will" approach instead of "My Will". I remember His command "Be still and know that I am God." and I am at peace.

But then, the fear creeps in. I start worrying about the stress of every thing last minute. I start fretting about getting orders and movers. I start getting worried about purchasing the house, the church in town, homeschooling, etc. All of these fears then begin to consume me. I feel like the old cartoon with the angel and the devil on each shoulder.

I loved this quote "...darkness and light cannot coexist." The same is true for love and fear. The author went on to say she prayed for peace, for the ability to surrender, and that amidst her fears, that she'd be able to trust God and His plan for her life. This is my prayer as well.

With this constant struggle, often tug-of-war relationship between love of God and anxiety and fear, I was feeling discouraged. And then, I read the beautiful wisdom of St. Therese in "33 Days to Merciful Love", as she's talking about a stairway to holiness. Imagine a young child is trying to climb this stairway with huge steps.

"Now, the child, who is all of us little souls, cannot even climb the first step of that big staircase -- we're too little. But Therese tells us to try. She says 'Raise your little foot to scale the stairway of holiness.' Of course, we won't be successful, but Therese then adds 'God requires you only to demonstrate your good will.' In other words, we just need to give it a try. And as we do, Therese tells us that God will be 'conquered by [our] futile efforts' and will then descend the stairway, gather us into his arms, and take us to the heights. So, Therese's point seems to be that our efforts in the spiritual life are absolutely necessary but also absolutely useless....The Lord doesn't demand that we attain all virtues (success) but that we simply keep trying (faithfulness)." (day 11)

God understand that I am trying to have peace, I am trying to leave it in His hands, give it to Him, not have worry and anxiety.

"In sum, then, the Little Way is often a little way of darkess. It's about accepting that we are to put up with ourselves -- with all the darkness of our weakness, brokenness and sin -- without getting discouraged. It's recognizing, without giving up, that some struggles are chronic. It's realizing, without despairing, that they may be with us till our dying day. But, it's also about realizing that this does not prevent us from becoming saints." (day 11, 33 Days to Merciful Love) 

With all of this said, we still don't have orders. My husband got an email on Thursday saying "We're working on your orders." (I can't even begin to explain my response to that haha!) Yesterday was a family day and the whole base was basically closed. We're going to stop by the office this afternoon and see if they arrived. We also got paperwork to close on our house. We've got to get a notary, so hopefully Monday we'll be able to do that and get those papers sent back and close on our first home! More on that later.

"God does not call us to be successful but to be faithful." ~Blessed Mother Theresa

Trusting God in the midst of a move

We are 39 days out of having to be out of Germany, and still do not have orders. Until we have orders, we can not schedule movers, schedule plane tickets, schedule hotels, etc. We're basically sitting and twiddling our thumbs. Our house is in shambles, everything piled in different corners of the den to be boxed up by men we don't know. Every other move we've done- four other moves- we have moved on our own. All of the stuff sitting in my den would already be boxed up, waiting for us to pick up the Uhaul and load it. But, it's not possible when moving back to the states. (When we moved here, we had everything in storage and the movers just picked it up and put it on the truck.)

Anyone who knows me know that this move has been a struggle for me. I know all the comments by memory. "You're going to love ID. It's in God's hands. Jesus, I trust in you. Give it to our Mother Mary." And while I know all of this, and know that I need trust God, at times, it's hard. My faith has been very lacking, and the past month has been very rough and dark for me. My heart says trust God, while my mind does what it wants, gets stressed, freaks out, plays all the 'what if' scenarios, gets anxious, and just stops trusting God, even saying I don't believe it's in His hands any more.

I realized something had to give. I realized I needed a Sacrament, the Sacrament of Confession. (I know many of my friends will not understand this Sacrament, and I really struggled with it before converting to the Catholic faith, but now, I realize it has so many benefits and is incredibly scriptural. This article explains it really well if you are interested in understanding our beliefs better.)    I finally went this weekend, and what a difference it made. It had been too long, and I think that I had not realized the impact of the darkness of sin on my life.

Aside from that, I had a friend encourage several of us to do "33 Days to Merciful Love"- a do-it-yourself retreat. It wasn't suppose to begin until Aug 27, but I just had to begin. I knew I was thirsty for something. I have done about a week, and am completely blown away. The whole first week was on trusting God. Yesterday's meditation talked about how Eve brought original sin into the world, and through her, we lost our trust in God. And that the New Eve- Mary- came to restore that doubt. We sometimes run from God because of our lack of trust, so He uses Mary to bring us back to Him. That she helps provide the grace to come back to Him.

At this time, I am at a place of peace. I'm trying not to worry, and just leaving it in the Lord's hands. It will all work out, just not the way I'd prefer. It will be stressful. But, it will work out.

Moving update

Everyone's asking, so here's the short end of where we are regarding moving. We don't know when we're leaving Germany, other than "By Sept 30". We still don't have orders (official military paperwork that says "You're moving to ID" and allows us to do things), so we can't plan movers, hotels, rentals, car shipment, cancel contracts, anything. We know they will not come until after Aug 12 at the earliest. However, we have to give 30 day notice to our landlord, so we're trying to figure out what to tell her and give her notice today.

The house we first put a contract in on came back with a bad inspection and we walked away. It was for the good. Now we have put a contract in on another house. A 1950's house that has been completely flipped- brand new kitchen, beautifully restained hardwood floors, plenty of room, nice backyard, and room to do some renovations for our own enjoyment, We are suppose to close at the end of the month, so we're praying that our orders do arrive before then. If you're the praying type, that's what our specific prayer request is at the moment.

Other than that, we're keeping busy plucking away at trying to get our house ready for movers. I've realized I definitely prefer DITY (Do it yourself) moves.I can pack all my books and pictures and make headway. With a moving company, I can't pack anything or else they are not responsible for it. So instead, I'm just making huge piles in my living room of stuff that is ready to be packed. This will actually be our first ever more where they come in and pack up all of our stuff. When we moved to Germany, we had everything in storage for a year. And amazingly, the only things that were broken upon arrival were the microwave glass and a bookshelf, so we packed well ;-) Here's hoping these movers do as well! I definitely prefer moving ourselves, and doubt we'll do another military move again unless we end up overseas again.

This week has been Totus Tuus, which is basically like VBS or Church camp if you aren't familiar with it. We've been hosting one of the team members and really enjoyed getting to know him. It's consisted of lots of driving getting him and the kids back and forth, but the kids are having an absolute blast and are so sad to know today is the last day.

I'm some how sort of keeping my head on straight, but I definitely don't do well with this kind of stress and anxiety. I'm totally accepting prayers said on our behalf that we get orders by the 15th, and that we can just stay on top of everything we need to- is there a Saint for that?? Maybe Mary or St. Anne huh? Here's to a military move!

Idaho

Well, the last post I did was a huge complaint about Idaho. We prayed we would be denied because of medical, but unfortunately, that did not happen. So we have come to terms with it. I'm slowly finding some excitement, but whenever anyone asks where we're going, I cannot happily say Idaho, and my disappointment shows through. And it doesn't happen that people are like "Oh..." and you read their face, as their brain tries to find a map and figure out/remember where Idaho is from 5th gr geography. "There's a base in Idaho??" they all ask.

We have settled on buying a home, so we are going through the process of looking at homes with a realtor via skype. FYI-This is a bad idea if you get motion sickness from video games, because it's pretty much the same. With that said, the options are very limiting. We found 15 houses that meet are minimum criteria. 9 of which are modern cookie cutter homes that look completely alike, and we can guess what they look like before we even click on them. That's not us. Of the other 6, one is pending and one never got back to our realtor, so we looked at the other 4. Two were absolutely not. One had a detached garage, with laundry out there and the 4th bedroom out there. The other had 2 kitchens, and the main one was small, the other we'd probably want to tear out, but it just wasn't us.

Of the other two, we can't decide. One was built in 1930's and has beautiful curb appeal and lots of cute character, 2 car garage, plus a shop. It's got 2 attic bedrooms, plus a basement. However it's on the major road in the city and only had one toilet. (As major as you can get in a town of 14,000) The other has awful curb appeal and no garage, but the inside is pretty good. There's a foyer, living room and den, but the kitchen is very small. Neither are perfect, and need some work, which we're truthfully looking forward to. We're trying to be humble in our decisions, and realize what do we truly really NEED and what has good resell ability, but when you're buying, that's sort of hard.  We're praying for discernment, so please join us in prayer.

This is the one with beautiful curb appeal.

The thought and prospect of buying has us excited and is keeping us busy. Also, we realized movers could come in about 45 days, so we've been super busy cleaning out, selling stuff, getting rid of stuff, etc. I think just the keeping moving and rolling along has helped keep us away from the negative thoughts about ID. It's when I have time to sit and think about the negative that I get depressed about it. I won't say we're going to love it (As sooooo many people seem to think I will), but we'll make the best of it and love being together as a family.

Great Sweden Adventure 2016 - Part III

On Wednesday afternoon, we arrived at the campground to perfect weather. It was mostly sunny, light clouds, and not too hot. We were given the option to pitch in a field by the lake, or in a field by some flags. We chose the flags because the campers between us and the lake would hopefully cut down on some of the wind from the lake. 

We were close by to the service house. The service house was something we have never experienced at a campground. First, there was a baby changing room, a handicap bathroom, and 3 family shower rooms which we used twice to shower our kids. There were also two large rooms that were unisex, each with 4 toilet stalls and 4 shower stalls. Each of these were private rooms that locked individually, and this was completely normal and worked well.

Then there was a dish-washing room, with two large industrial dishwashers that we never used. Then there was a full kitchen, with 2 stoves/oven/sink areas, and then 4 other stoves and microwaves and 2 refrigerators that everyone shared. Plus there was a dining area, with about 5 tables, and a book stand of books that you could use. (Jon was excited to find one in English entitled “To End All Wars” by Ernest Gordon that was amazing- about POW camps along the River Kwai) We ended up cooking and eating almost all of our meals in here due to the weather. It also had a television, and the dining area was full every evening with people watching the Euro Cup.

In this entire house, everyone was fabulous at cleaning up after themselves. In the shower rooms, there were squeegees available so you could clean the water up. The whole house was almost always clean. There was also a rule of no shoes in the bathroom except flip-flops, to try to keep the floors clean, and it worked really well!

After getting the tent set up, we went out to explore the campground. This ended with the kids playing in the lake, and showers following. 

This is how we traveled, with the van loaded as well.

To give you an idea of how far north we were, Motala, Sweden is about the same latitude as Juno, Alaska! It was the weekend before the Summer Solstice. Therefore, there was very little darkness. This created quite the challenge for getting kids to sleep in the tent when they’re use to rolladens in our house. After we did get them to sleep, Jon and I walked down to the lake and watched the beautiful sunset on the lake.

The next day, the morning was beautiful and we made pancakes at the tent, then relaxed around the campground reading while the kids played on the playground and played soccer. Then we went in to Motala to find where Jon would need to go and get his number. There were all kinds of booths and biking merchants set up, selling all of their gear. There was a large playground near the lake that we allowed the kids to play on for about an hour while we waited for the registration to open. Afterwards, we wandered around the campground and let the kids play in the lake. 

Pancake breakfast!

After registering, we found this fun piece or art, and the kids all went for a test drive.

I asked if we could stop at the Antik place in town- Antique. OH MY STARS. I was in heaven. So many old things for such great prices. It was this old barn used as a store, and the entire loft of stuff was full of things. In the words of Hannah: “Oh my goodness mom! You’re going to want to see this! It’s a-MAZ-ing!” And it was. We had a lot of fun browsing, and walked away with a big, rusty cast iron pot for $17 and 3 doilies he gave me for free. I wanted more, but we had no extra room in the van. Next time… Jon will be able to clean the pot up and it’ll be amazing for meat and potatoes or large quantities of rice.

Then we headed to the St. Brigitta Kloister in Vadstena. This use to be a convent (nuns) and monastery (monks) combined. They lived in the same community, but did not see each other or work together. They had a room where they’d meet to discuss important things related to the community, but it was through a grated window where they couldn’t see each other, and there was a drawer or barrel where they’d pass things back and forth without seeing each other. The convent operated in the 1600s, if I remember correctly. Then we viewed the museum, which talked about St. Brigitta, who is one of the Patronesses of Europe, and Elizabeth Hesselblad who was JUST canonized on June 5, 2016. (see the attached photo). The convent has 8 nuns today. I will be honest, if you’re not Catholic, this place is not that interesting, except that the Church is beautiful inside.

The talking room with the gated windows. To the left of Jon, you can see
the drawer similar to how they would pass items back and forth. 

Information about the new Saint.

The Church.

We headed back to the campground, where the kids watched a movie on the laptop while we made dinner-Kraft mac and cheese and Swedish brats. After dinner, the kids finished the movie while Jon and I both read. I will say, I finally finished a book that I started months ago on this vacation, and read half of another one. Then we put the kids to bed, much earlier this time, hoping to have some free time after they got to sleep. After they fell asleep, we both read until we fell asleep.

Friday morning, we ate eggs and leftover brats. Then Jon worked on his bike to make sure it was ready for the big event. Afterwards, we took the kids putt putting for the first time ever. They had a lot of fun trying to learn. This was followed by ice cream and changing in to bathing suits to head to the beach at the lake. Then showers and taking Jon in to Motala for the bike ride, and kids and myself eating dinner at McDonalds- so I could use the to internet to figure out where Mass was over the weekend.

The girls reading while Jon worked on his bike.

Saturday morning, we had instant oatmeal and I cleaned out the van. Then we headed in to Motala to find parking and pick Jon up. We had planned to meet at the church or the playground. He figured he’d be done about 11, but we got there at 10:15. He wasn’t at the church or the playground, so we went to look his name up. He had arrived in Motala one minute prior to us looking up his name! So we ran to the finish line, and he was just coming out of the crowd. He was wiped. Poor guy just wanted to find a spot in the grass to lay down and crash. After he had recovered a bit, we walked to the car and headed back to the campsite. Jon will be doing my first ever guest post about the ride itself.

Jon before the race started with his bike.

The kids, as we sat by the street waiting for daddy to ride by.

Jon riding by! Wahoo! Heya! (that's what everyone was cheering)
Apparently as we started yelling "Hey Daddy!" the others around us started yelling and cheering for him too. :)

The sunset that I captured the night Jon was riding.

So many cyclists!

Just ended. Changed out of his sweaty jacket into a warm sweatshirt and collapsed.

The kids proud of him.

That afternoon, Jon and Beka took a great 3 hour nap in the tent while the older three gained some independence. I let them go to the playground far from our site alone. After naps, Jon took the kids to get ice cream while I took a shower and we headed to the Kloister we had visited the day before to attend Mass. One of the nuns spoke English and was incredibly welcoming. There was no homily, and quite honestly, we were very thankful since it was all in Swedish. Afterwards, we found a restaurant that had the best kabob we have ever had. Please Jesus, let there be a Kabob place in Idaho!

The weather while camping was a vast array. It rained almost every single night, with low, chilly temperatures. We all wore warm jammies and slept in sleeping bags, and were okay. Thankfully, we never needed the small heater we brought. But almost every morning, the sun shined down and quickly warmed the tent up, except for the last morning. It was dry Sunday morning as we packed the van, but everything was damp. We headed back to Kolding, Denmark to spend one short, quick night at the cabin we had stayed in before, before driving home the rest of the way to Germany on Monday.

If you missed it, here's part 1 and part 2. 

Great Sweden Adventure of 2016 - Part 2

After leaving Hamburg, we set out for our cabin in Kolding, Denmark. Booking.com said check in by 6 on Saturday. When we arrived at 5pm, there was no one there, but our key was available through a drop box. Had we known that it didn’t actually matter when we arrived, we wouldn’t have rushed to get there. We had reservations at a mobile home at the camp site.  The mobile home was unavailable for some reason, so they gave us 2 cabins. They emailed us to tell us, but they emailed us on Friday, and we had left already. We were however able to fit in one cabin. It was cozy and intimate but great and we loved it. It had a little loft where two kids slept, a small bedroom where Jon and I slept, and a fold out couch for two kids. A nice small kitchen area as well. The campsite had 4 trampolines and a sandbox that the kids loved.

Our youngest in the loft area of the cabin.

Sunday morning we went to the one Mass at the one Catholic Church in Kolding. This church was attached to a school and was super small. It was sad that this was the only mass within 30 minutes and it was so small.

We stopped at a grocery store on the way back to the campsite which we were surprised to find all stores open on Sunday (unlike in Germany where everything is closed on Sundays). We got some marshmallow yummies as a treat. Then we spent the afternoon playing on trampolines at the camp site, teaching the kids Yahtzee, and just relaxing. The shower in our cabin only had 30 liters of hot water, so we took the kids to the shower house. There was a kids’ shower room, with small showers and a bathtub. They loved getting to shower in there, and it was very convenient.

The next morning we packed up and left, driving to Simlångsdalen, Sweden . We crossed two long bridges which had tolls to cross- €34 and €54. The Oresund Bridge. The one from Copenhagen to Sweden was part tunnel, part bridge. We were suppose to stop in Copenhagen but skipped it because of cold and rain and no warm clothing. We actually had passports checked in to Sweden. This has never happened to us when crossing a border. Some were getting them checked when we were driving in to Denmark, but we did not. When entering at the border, first impressions of Sweden left us skeptical of what the rest of the country would look like. Thankfully, these images were short lived and we began to see Sweden in all of its beauty after we got out of the city.  My husband says it reminds him of Wisconsin farmland.

The bridge we drove over.

We arrived at the cabin in Vinnalt. We stayed in the 3 bedroom cottage. The lodging company sent directions on how to get there and it’s very easy to find with those directions. However, they sent them in Nov, and we had forgotten about them, which created some confusion for us. However, we figured it out with the help of some wonderful people in the village. The cabin was actually two cabins, one slept 4, then a small one that slept 2. It was a very woodsy cabin, with nothing nearby, and 14 small deer heads hanging on the wall. It was fully furnished with plenty of dishes. We ate eggy burritos when we arrived because it was so late, then Aimee and H went in to Halmstad for groceries (25 minute drive). This cabin was the only place with internet. Not having internet most of the time was actually nice in many ways.

The Vinnalt cabin, with the small cabin where the girls slept to the left.

Helping daddy with smores.

Boys cooking. This cabin had a washing machine, so we were able to do laundry mid-trip.

On Tuesday we set up the tent in the yard because it was nice out, and we needed to spray the seams. Then we went in search of duck tape and sweatshirts. Somewhere along the way, Zach lost his sweatshirt and Beka left hers at our friends’. We found H&M and some warmer clothes. Then we went hiking. We ate a picnic in the car on our way to hiking.

As we parked the car, we saw a picture of a guy stealing things out of a car, and it said “Tom… some Swedish words we don’t know.” So Jon told us it said “Tom will steal your shit.” This became hilarious and “Tom will steal your ship” became part of the motto of our trip.

We walked the .8 km to Danska Falls. The hike was so gorgeous, and the waterfall was beyond beautiful. We all had a lot of fun climbing on the rocks in the stream and eating goldfish (from the bag, not the river!). We wanted to swim, but it was way too cold. When we walked in from the car, it said Danska Falls .8 one way, or 1.2 the other with orange and blue dots to mark the trail, so we knew it circled back around. When we left the falls, we continued to follow the orange route (Orange dots on several trees marking the way). After a while, we knew we were not going the right way, as we’d definitely walked more than. 1.2 km. We went to inquire on the map, and realized the ‘map’ beka had was a brochure and not the map! So we felt the trail had to eventually get us back, because we saw it when we first came in.

Our youngest can't take a picture without her tongue sticking out. 

After about an hour of walking, we were out of water. One of the kids had been wearing the water backpack and been drinking it the whole time, while no one else had any! I finally offered up a prayer for a miracle and looked inside the back pack. There was the map. And we were FAR from our car and the orange trail did NOT circle back at all. We were out of water and the kids were exhausted and whining like crazy. We figured out that if we went back a short way, there was a road that would eventually get back to the car. Jon volunteered to run back to the car and come and pick us up. Our wonderful hero ran about 7 km (4.2 miles) in jeans after hiking for 4 hours. It took approximately an hour for him to come back and rescue us while we played in a small field and got eaten by gnats. It was definitely an adventure and one to write home about, but not one I’d like to repeat.

We got a nice 8 pack of thick pork chops for less than $5 and Jon grilled them that night. They were delicious. I made rice and carrots to go with it, then we grilled smores. The next morning, everyone pitched in to take the tent down, pack the van, and clean the cabin.

Extra things I packed that proved very useful- a box of small garbage bags- most places provide one small bag which just lasts through one meal for us. We also packed several wash clothes and handtowels and a few rags. All of which came in very handy. Clorox wipes as well, which we used mostly to wash out the potty chair that was used at random times when the toddler had to go. Tons of snacks/food, many that didn't need ot be refrigerated. We did have to go to the grocery stores, but I had plenty of staples. I don't like spending my vacation grocery shopping. ;-) We also ate out 4x, three of which were McDonalds, only because they had wifi! 

Fun things- Opening my wallet to find dollar, euro, Danish krona, and Swedish Krona. Also, make sure you update your GPS before going. We haven't updated in since 2014 and roads have definitely changed. There are speed cameras all over Sweden. Many times they warn you they're coming, but do be aware.

If you missed it, here's part 1 and part 3.

Great Sweden Adventure of 2016 – Part I

In November 2015, Jon registered to ride in the world’s largest cycling event in terms of combined kilometers of each rider- The VätternRundan . There are 28,000 people that ride 300km- over 8 million kilometers ridden (5.2 million miles). This set in to motion our Great Sweden Adventure of 2016. Following registration, Jon made all of the arrangements for this trip, and did a fabulous job I might add. It would contain a hostel, two cabins, and a tent.

A friend of mine has lived in Hamburg for 3 years, and we had yet to see them. With just a few months left in Germany, and driving right through there, we took the opportunity. They opened their home to us, ate a delicious dinner and had a great time. We both have 4 kids that are almost identical in ages (our oldest are 8 days apart) and they all had so much fun playing together and talking with friends in English- something their kids don’t get very often. It was a true blessing to spend the evening with them.

We then drove to the Airport Hostel that we stayed at. The hostel met our needs for the night and for the price. We had a family room that had 3 bunk beds (6 beds total) and a private shower and toilet. The internet and lift to the 3^rd floor (4^th American floor) did not work, but that was the only negatives. Breakfast was pricey at the hostel, so the next morning, we found a grocery store and got some bananas and muffins for breakfast for what it would have cost 2 of us to eat at the hostel.

Then we headed to the Miniture Wonderland. Before we moved to Germany, Jon use to play this video for our oldest two and promised this was one of the many places we’d go while in Germany. Now that we’ve been here almost 5 years, we still hadn’t gone, so we finally made the trip. It was so fun and amazing. It cost us about €40 because we booked tickets online. We also got there before 9am. I strongly recommend it because the later it got, the more crowded it was and hard for little ones to see. It’s a huge miniature train exhibit. Jon and I were paying close attention to the people to see what they were doing, which had many risqué things like a nude beach, arresting people, peaking Tom, a murder scene, fire, and even a couple engaged in an intimate act. There were also planes that landed and took off at the airport and we all loved watching that. Also, every so often the whole building would slowly go dark and the lights of the cities would go on, and then slowly come back up.

Image of the protests at the Berlin wall- They had an entire exhibit of each
step of the building of the wall to the tearing down.

The murder scene

All of these women climbing out of this tiny 2 person car.

tiny porta potties

After this, I had found information on the Cathedral in Hamburg with a set of Holy Doors for the Year of Mercy. We knew the general direction, so headed toward a steeple. As soon as we walked in, we knew it was not a Catholic Church, so we headed toward another steeple. This time, it was an old Catholic church that was destroyed during WWII and they had left the ruins as a memorial. It was really neat to look at. So then we went toward another steeple thinking “This has to be it.” Our directions said the Domplatz (Dom Square). We finally arrived and were so happy. The church was beautiful outside. Then we walked in, and again, immediately realized it was not a Catholic Church.

We walked outside, so discouraged. There was one more we thought it could be but realized the top of the steeple wasn’t really a cross, but a moon and sun type thing, and knew that wasn’t going to be a Catholic Church either. We later realized that the name of the church had Domplatz in it, but it was not in the domplatz. AHH! Fail on Aimee’s part. I kept telling the kids we were on a pilgrimage to look for the Holy Doors, just like when Mary and Joseph had to travel to Bethlehem when pregnant, but they didn’t buy it. Instead of finding Holy Doors, we did find the Hofbrauhaus and decided to go there for lunch. It wasn’t anything too exciting. Sausages and beer- they only sell schnitzel and hamburgers (Which I wanted in Hamburg!!) Monday through Friday, and it was Saturday.

More to come in Part II and Part III.