It was a moment of expat life that I would have completely forgotten. I’m so glad I wrote it down!
I was looking at the cuckoo clock that used to hang in Martin’s grandma’s kitchen in a small German town.
“I remember a clock like that,” I told Martin. “My grandparents had one.”
It hung on the wall near the fireplace. And every time our family gathered for parties, my cousins and I would gape up at the clock as the hour approached. Tick tock, tick tock. We waited. More little cousins gathered. Tick tock. Tick tock.
I found this old photo from my fist trip to Germany when Martin introduced me to his world. Can you believe he used to play in that castle when he was young? The idea still blows me away!
We really love small German towns. Now that I can actually speak some German, we often toss around the idea of living in one of these sweet little spots when we’re much older. Wouldn’t that be fascinating? And who knows what type of technology will connect us to our family back in the US by that time.