About a week before Christmas we made a deliberate effort to clean up around the house and use up all the food in the refrigerator and freezer. We were almost completely successful for both, and only had to throw out a few things from the freezer.
The cats were escorted to the kattenpension (cattery) the evening before we left. They weren't very happy about being shoved into a carrier together, less happy about their ride on the bike in the carrier, and even less happy about being "dumped" in some strange place where they understood even less of what the humans were saying and could hear dogs barking...
We got up very early so we would have time to walk to our neighborhood train station to catch the 5:52 AM to Breda, which would get us on the FYRA (high speed train) to Amsterdam on time. We flew Aer Lingus to Dublin and then Dublin to Chicago. Little Man did well on both flights, though only catnapped a little which was impressive since he was up around 5:00 AM... but we expected that since those little TVs in front of your seat are so enticing for a 3 year old, even for 7 hours straight...
When we landed in Chicago, we were greeted by freezing mix. For a while we wondered if we were going to be able to land at all, but the pilots took a less fuel-efficient route to shorten the trip and landed at a point that was okay for the weather.
The Midwest and New England
We spent and evening with a friend in Chicago, then drove to Cincinnati for the days leading up to Christmas Eve with family. Made various trips to Columbus, Indiana (where we enjoyed a whopping 7 inches of snow the day after Christmas), St. Louis (including a little more snow and a trip up the Arch - or "the big grey rainbow" as Little Man referred to it), Saginaw, Michigan (where we experienced more snow and Little Man got spoiled by Grandma and Grandpa), and Chicago (again, and surprisingly without snow) to spend more time with family and friends over the next 2 weeks.
|Little Man learning to play floor hockey with Grandpa.|
|Grandpa pulling Ace and Little Man on a sled. =)|
After the grand Midwest tour, we flew to New Hampshire and drove to Massachusetts, where we mostly stayed put with family, and enjoyed a Sam Adams brewery tour (where Ace geeked out about seeing her favorite master brewer featured on the commercials and in action during our tour) and Little Man got spoiled by Mormor and Bumpa. The time in New England also included a trip up to Maine and, you guessed it, more snow.
|Little Man's "moose hunt" with Bumpa|
|We saw master brewer Bob Cannon at work at the Sam Adams brewery!|
While the details here are minimal, we would like to again extend our thanks and gratitude to all that put us up for a night or longer. We appreciate those that assisted us during our nomadic wanderings.
We were scheduled to fly Icelandair out of Boston, change planes in Reykjavik, and land back in Amsterdam. When we got to Boston Logan, our flight was canceled for technical reasons. They were able to place us on the AirFrance flight to Paris and get us another flight from Paris to Amsterdam that landed just an hour after our initially scheduled Icelandair flight. And we were got meal vouchers out of the deal, too, so it generally worked out. Little Man was even convinced to sleep most of the flight to Paris, which ended up being more sleep in one trip than all his other transatlantic flights combined. In Paris, Ace was happy to find that she remembers enough high school French to get through Customs by confirming that we do live in the Netherlands and have the visas/residency cards to prove it, and enough to order a coffee, tea, and pain au chocolat. The flight from Paris to Amsterdam was one of the shortest flights we've experienced - about 45 minutes and was so fast that it was surprising that the flight attendants could finish the drink service before the final descent.
We got to Amsterdam and collected our luggage with enough time to catch the FYRA going back home. Unfortunately, since it snowed that morning, there was an issue with the track, and we sat about a two minutes' ride outside of the station for an hour waiting for the track to be fixed... We even got to watch the next FYRA train (scheduled a half hour after ours) pass us on another track.
By the time we walked from our neighborhood station to the house, we had just enough time to fill our bike tires, clean the chains, and buy milk, bread, and kitty litter on the way to the kattenpension to pick the cats back up. As expected, Zappa was angry with us and Sebastian was concerned that he had done something wrong and avoided us, and both were annoyed about being shoved back in the carrier and "tortured" with another cold bike ride.
During our trip, the Little Man made it to 8 different US states and 4 different countries during all of our travels. This also meant 8 different beds during our travels. We were all happy to get back to our own beds, especially after our air travel. Since we left right before the Winter Solstice, it was dark late into the morning and early into the afternoon. Coming back a month later, it was nice to come back and still have daylight at 4:30 PM.
The day after we returned, Mark went back to work, Little Man and Ace went shopping to restock the refrigerator and cupboard, and the cats reclaimed their ownership of the "big bed." All was going well until Little Man was taken out by a stomach bug for the rest of the day and most of the night. The next day remained low key, but the Little Man returned to school today for his morning session. And thus the circle of normalcy returns - or as much normalcy as one can manage living in a foreign country with little understanding of the language.