The Charmen Eye for the Cat and Jon Guy

Much like the TV show on Bravo ("The Queer Eye for the Straight Guy"), we needed a little help with a make-over of our own; getting un-packed, settled and spicing up our new home. This is our first house to live in as a married couple and despite the appearance on the outside, it's quite spacious! We have a massive basement, a beautiful and open ground floor, four bedrooms upstairs and three (no, I'm not mistaken) backyards. It's quite different from our tiny and cozy 4th floor apartment in Wiesbaden. Although we do miss being in the middle of the action living on "Italian Alley," we are loving the fact that we have a driveway, two toilets and plenty of storage space.

When Charm arrived, so did the snow, which made for some beautiful scenery, but also very cold days. Although Jon was more concerned about showing her the sites and local area - Charm was all about business, and getting down to it. She was there to be a motivator and wanted to see progress at the end of her 11 days. And boy did she! Although I won't post the before pics in an effort to save space, I did include the after pics so you can get a glimpse of the transformation that occurred. I'm sure you can only imagine what it looked like before. Jon was the best and most understanding husband to move in our stuff while I was still in the States, and the first week alone was spent sorting through boxes and moving them to the basement. When Charm arrived, it was time to fill all the empty space with trips to IKEA and another fabulous find, RD4, which is the Dutch version of Salvation Army. The crazy thing is that because the trend is to go modern in Holland, you can find some really great antique-esque furniture for insanely low prices. We located one of these stores right around the corner from our house, which could be quite dangerous.

Although we were in "Extreme Home Makeover" mode,  we didn't work Charm to death the whole time she was here. We did manage to have some fun, mainly due to Jon pushing us out the door. The kick-off parade for Carnevale took place right around the corner from our house the first Saturday Charm was in town and we enjoyed seeing all the crazy costumes, hats and music that was played to jump-start the Carnevale season.

After church, we drove to the nearest castle, Kasteel Hoensbroek, which looked gorgeous covered in snow and surrounded by an iced-over moat.

Although the weather was overcast and rainy/snowy most of the time, we spent a day exploring Valkenburg, one of the most popular Dutch tourist spots. After lunch and meandering aroud the medieval town, we visited a chocolate shop that won the "Best Bon Bon Award" in 2009 for all of Holland.

As Jon hadn't started training yet, his days were pretty much free and he was such a good sport to put up with us day in and day out. One thing I didn't expect was how opinionated he would be about the color schemes, which furniture he thought should go where and so on. It made for some interesting discussions! He did manage to escape the women for a bit and have some guy time with his buddy "Snowy" on our terrace. 

However, "Snowy" couldnt' quite seem to keep up with Jon, and the next morning, we had a big surprise when we looked outside.

But, later that evening he was doing much better and was even able to help Jon grill steaks. I think Jon appreciated having guy time and was relieved "Snowy" was on the mend.

And now the house post-makeover shots;

Entry hallway

Living Room

Living Room

View of Kitchen/Dining area from living room

View of living room from kitchen/dining area.

Kitchen. Of course we did a lot of work to the upstairs and Jon has taken upon himself to transform the basement into his lair, but the living area seems to be where we spent most our efforts. Thanks again Charm for coming to see us and all your hard work. Seriously, we couldn't have done it without you! We look forward to hosting lots of family and friends in our home so please... plan a visit! I now feel we are somewhat caught-up on our two-month long hiatus from blogging. Needless to say, we've had a lot of projects to distract us, but we will be better about keeping you all posted on our adventures in getting acquainted with Holland. Tot ziens (later)!

Home for the Holidays

Before embarking on a crazy trek over the Atlantic for the holidays, we enjoyed a wonderful weekend in what feels like our European home, Wiesbaden. It felt just like old times attending the Squadron Christmas party and taking part in the Christmas market madenss. Although we hope to feel this way about our new home, it's quite comforting to know we are only a mere 2.5 hours away from this special place and many of our friends. The drive back North was pretty horrendous with the blizzard that hit Germany the night before our flight, and we weren't quite sure we were going to be able to make it to D.C. Although our flights were delayed and Dulles airport had been closed down the day before due to receiving over 20 inches of snow, we were the lucky ones who got through. We made it to U.S. soil and had a fantastic time playing in the mounds and mounds of snow over the next couple days in front of Jon's parents' house. We then headed down to the farm in North Carolina where we had tons of fun with Mark, Karen and Sam as well as the multitude of other relatives that live there.

It was my first Christmas with Jon's family and it was so much fun attending the local country church Christmas Eve Pageant and the infamous Christmas Night Hobbs gathering I'd heard so much about. There were over 35 people there and yet that was a small group! Quite different from the Catlin Christmases. We very much enjoyed the wonderful quality time we got with the family before embarking, yet again, down South on the 26th.

We arrived in San Antonio to spend a few days at the ranch and right away it felt like Texas with the sun shining and of course, no snow. After celebrating a belated Christmas, Jon and Jason became ranch workmen scheming up all kinds of projects. One of which was to build a massive bonfire from the dead wood they'd been cutting down. The whole fam took part in roasting smores and late night four-wheeler drives. It was such a blast and I can't believe we'd never done that sooner. I believe now it will not became a ranch Christmas tradition.

After four days at the ranch, we spent one night in BCS to stock up on DD pepperoni rolls, always a necessity when we come to Texas, and then on to Austin for New Year's. In order to avoid the crowds on New Year's Eve, we had our downtown extravaganza on the 30th and hung at Laurel and Jason's for the 31st. I can't think of any better way than to welcome the new year with the best of friends, who also happen to be family. Although it was stressful and hectic traveling transcontinentally over the holidays, it was so worth it to be able to have two Christmases with such incredible families. Oh, and to get our fill of Tex-Mex is also a mad bonus!

A Walk in Bastogne, 1945

On December 12th, we embarked on a walk through history to commemorate the anniversary of the Battle of the Bulge in Bastogne. The Bastogne Walk takes place every year and is a muli-national event for military, but also is open to the public. The walk begins and finishes in Bastogne, but primarily takes place in the surrounding countryside. Various routes and lengths are possible and we chose to do the 23 kilometer hike.

Throughout the course, we came across the campsites of U.S. paratroopers and soldiers from the year 1945. It truly felt as if I was a character in the Band of Brothers. Primarily the groups who played these soldiers were re-enacters from Holland and Belgium, speaking in Dutch and French. Accents aside, they did a superb job imitating the soldiers, cooking over an open fire, smoking Lucky Strikes, driving around in the old jeeps, motorcycles and tanks and re-creating the history of that time so authentically.

We came across the headquarters that was more of a living museum where we could talk to the various re-enacters, and view many items from 1945. There was even a medic station set up where soldiers were being treated. Although the re-enacters were happy to talk to passer-bys, it was clear that they took their roles seriously and were in the midst of war. As we were hiking, we came across a German soldier who had been captured. Unfortunately we missed the event where the partroopers did jumps out of an airplane, but we definitely plan to come back next year. 

At the end of the walk, we were asked to visit the fox-hole of two "soldiers." They were extremely friendly and let us take tons of pictures with their weapons and helmets. You could sense the pride they have in playing these roles and for them, it's not even their own countrymen they are re-enacting. That was the most striking thing of all. So many of the Belgians and Dutch are enamored with the history of the U.S. presence in WWII, that it is considered a hobby to re-enact these celebrated soldiers at these events. 

This event has become one of our favorites in Europe, and we look forward to taking part over the next few years.

Starting Anew - Deutsch to Dutch

It's been over three weeks since we've packed up the car and drove the 2.5 hours from Wiesbaden to our new base in Geilenkirchen. Only three weeks and 2.5 hours, but yet it feels continents away from our previous life. I thought that moving from a base in Germany to another base in Germany would be a much simpler transition especially with the added bonus of having both cars with us and a ton of stuff we could carry along. What I wasn't counting on was the night and day difference of a NATO base and the rural countryside. The closest cities are both 35-40 minutes away, and other than two large towns, most of the communities are small farm villages.

We have been staying in a guest house in Gangelt, a charming historically medieval village about 10 minutes from the base and 400 meters from the Dutch border. The town is surrounded by wonderful trails and farmland and we've enjoyed running in the forests each morning just across the border. We especially look forward to passing one very interesting farmhouse along our route. Of course there are the usual animals; horses, cows, sheep and dogs, but in the front yard, there are also swans, geese, gunea pigs and wallabies. Yes, that's right, the small kangaroos. Now, on a Texas ranch, I would expect this wacky combination of animals, but in the Netherlands? Where it's cold? The other day we ran past and they had new residents - camels.

It is extremely quiet around here and unless there is an event, such as a Christmas market or soemthing else taking place, the villages pretty much shut down at 7:00 p.m., save for the two token restaurants. Gangelt is an exception, becuase they have five restaurants. The guest house we are staying in is great and the family that owns it lives on the second floor. They are very hospitable and have had us over a couple times already. Needless to say, it is quite a different experience from our urban Wiesbaden where everything was right there, a mere four flights of stairs beneath us.

The house-hunting has been extremely frustrating and as we've already lived in Germany for three years, we hoped to find a home in the Netherlands in order to have a new experience (even if it is just minutes from Germany). What we didn't realize is that the homes in the Netherlands are generally more expensive and smaller. After two weeks of intense emotional roller coasters getting excited about a house and then realizing it wasn't for rent, etc., we found it. The perfect place. It's located in the Dutch town of Sittard, about 20 minutes from base. The town has a plethora of restaurants, bars, a pedestrian area with shopping and a beautiful market square. Although it's not nearly as big as Wiesbaden, it's also not a farm village. From the first moment we walked around Sittard, I knew I wanted it to be home. We found a superb house at a great deal that is far larger than what we need, but will be perfect for visitors. The catch is, we can't move in until January 4th. This means that we must spend the next two weeks chillin' at the guest house before we head home for the holidays.

With so much time on our hands and not much to do, we've explored the area in it's entiretly including all three nearby bases, and every city, town and village in a 30-minute radius. And as it's the Christmas season, we've enjoyed visiting every Christmas market nearby as well. Although the Kristkindlmarkt is mostly a Germany tradition, the towns close to the German border in the Netherlands and Belgium also have similar markets. The first one we visited in this area was in the Dutch town of Valkenburg. It is a charming town with a beautiful castle (now in ruins) that sits atop a hill towering over the city. We attended the opening of their Kerstmarkt, complete with a parade, dancing elves, angels, Father Christmas and fireworks.

The most unique aspect of this city's market is that it's in a cave. The tunnels in this cave once served as a back entrance to the caste or an escape route. Today, it is open to visitors and during Christmas time, they have a market in the tunnels. All the vendors line up along the sides of the tunnel selling their products, with Christmas music playing through the loudspeakers.

They even have a restaurant halfway through and places to get gluwein (hot red wine). It was an incredible experience!

Our favorite nearby city is Maastricht. I had been there twice before, both times visiting Baylor professors that teach there for our Baylor program. As it is only 20 minutes from Sittard, we are looking forward to visiting this Dutch city much more often. The pedestrian area is enormous with beautiful cafes, wonderful shopping and an amazing history. I'm not sure why it's not in more guidebooks, as it has so much to offer! We returned again last week to see the Winter Festival in the main square. Much like a Christmas market, they do have vendors selling things, however not as many as the German markets. It is more like a Christmas carnival with several rides, an ice-skating rink, and festively decorated outdoor huts to grab a snack or drink in.

The next day, we went to the famous Aachen Christmas market, known for being one of the largest markets in Germany. It was extremely crowded, but I could see why it is such a popular market. This being the first time to this historic city, I was in awe of the beautiful churches, squares and old part of town.

The garland and wreaths hanging across the cobbled streets were so picturesque, and although I didn't get to shop too much due to the crowds, the number of vendors was quite impressive.

This past weekend, we attended the Bastogne historic walk in Belgium (blog entry of event to follow). On our way back to Germany, we stopped at the Christmas market in Liege in order to round out our tri-country Christmas market tour. Although we saw a repeat of items sold at all the markets, it was interesting to discover the subtle differences. Liege had their market divided in two main areas - each in a historic square. This was my first time exploring the city and I was surprised at how large it is. We look forward to returning during the day time and visiting the sites.

Although we never imagined we would still be in a guest house three weeks after arriving here, we have only one more week before we board a plane headed for home. We are gradually adjusting to life here and I think it will come more naturally once we are moved into our house. We already have found a church, are re-connecting with acquaintences Jon knew at previous bases, and are learning about things we want to be involved with. Although I may only be a mere 2.5 hours from my previous home and life, this is indeed a different world. Although this realization makes me somewhat wary, it is also exciting, as it will no doubt be a completely unique experience, and not simply a continuation of the past three years.

Athens Classic Marathon

27th ATHENS MARATHON-A Greek Epic

Jon's Story: "Welcome to Athens Classic Marathon, please be happy..." the organizers sought to reassure the drenched masses of runners that with a positive outlook the torrents would pass. Cat was in the group immediuatley following my own so we were abe to stretch together a little. Right before the hot race action it struck me that we were about to do a marathon in Marathon. I mean if they run it, do they just say, "later dude, I'm going to run an us."? A minute prior to the gun I went back up to my superior classmates (comprised of folks who entered a legitimate or exaggerated time of their last marathon on the registration and a bunch of jerks who cut in line). A pledge of sorts was read off and everyone saluted with the fist of power raised to Greek words, you then got a full snoot of international B.O.. The Gun at last!

When you run in the rain, the immediate benefit is a nice cooling effect on your skin. If we had been purists to the Greek Olympic tradition and ran in our birthday suits, we would have been very cool indeed. However, modern man with our poly-fibers and running shoes only reap a feeling of 10 lb shoes and soaked clothes. Adjusting to a heavier stride forced a more conservative pace, which is a great tactic for such a long distance. Running on, we came across several dudes dressed up as Phideppides (the original marathon runner) complete with shield, spear and tunic. One of those, " just when you think you have it bad," moments you see that guy and life ain't so bad in booty shorts.

The course is almost a straight shot from Marathon to downtown Athens albeit uphill for 90% of the time. Along the route you are in small city streets without a lot to look at, but you can see the next thundering hill ahead. Support was excellent with water and poweraide at every 2-3 km. At one point a dude pulled a 90 degree turn and began leaking on the side of the course with no coverage. Across the street three police in unision turned their backs and started laughing.

Occasionally, you glimpsed a dog of Athens, joining in the fun and running along racers for a few or until a dog butt needed to be urgently sniffed.

Rain brought an added layer of friction, Cat had some major Achellies Heel blisters flare up and drain gnarly bloody streaks down the back of her shoes! For my part a little toe blistered up and then, crushed by the rest of my foot in a footfall, popped like a grape all over the toebox of my left shoe, so that I had a crimson gush on the previously white sneaker. The rain pissed out at halfway and within came the sun = boiling! But the wind was still present and while Cat and I got to work on the tan some more it was cool enough to keep pace. At this same distance, I lost the km to miles conversion and just looked forward to plinking down the clicks consistently until the 32 km which I knew was only a 10 k left. Upon reaching that point, I plastered a goofy grin across my mug and created a whole situation in my head that I was only out to run a 10k today. Another mile into the race, we got a break and some downhill-OUTSTANDING! Except the legs didn't move any faster-like they had been set into climbing for so long that topography or even gravity was out the window.

The last 800m of the course takes you through embassy row and it was cool to see the Greek guard festooned with ceremonial garm standing guard outside some office. Now, the last 200m everyone extols about how amazing it is to finish in the Olympic Stadium, and I was ecstatic! The shining white marble opened up and you could see the finish ahead, so close...Then a dude, after 26.2mi, challenges me. At that point all I could hear was the blood in my ears and tunnel vision for the finish as I kicked it in for the final 200m, destroying the competition in a blast of unsaved aderenaline through the line.

Cat's Story: Rain, and hills and unremarkable scenery along the course aside, the last 200m of the race made it all worthwhile. As I entered the Olympic Stadium, a wave of emotion overcame me as I thought of all the athletes who have finished extraordinary races in this historic place. Although I am no special athlete, I felt honored to be running alongside so many other ordinary runners who are inspired to take up the challenge of running a marathon. As I've said countless times before, anyone can run a marathon, but not just anyone will. It takes not only endurance of the lungs or legs, but an edurance of the will to train and finish the race despite aching joints and exhaustion that you must simply run through. As I was nearing the finish, the Black Eyed Peas song, "Tonight's Gonna be a Good Night" was blasting over the loudspeaker and I couldn't help but sprint toward the finish thinking yes, it definitely will be, because I just fulfilled a long-time dream of running the marathon of marathons! Surprsingly, I finished in a time of 3:48 only two minutes off my personal best. Jon finished in 3:04.

After basking in the sunlight of the marble bleachers in the stadium and watching other runners finish, we hobbled back to the hotel to recuperate before a celebratory Greek dinner. It was a pretty sad sight to see us walk and get up and down from our chairs, and it took us no time to spot others who had run the race as they were in old-timer mode as well.

After dinner, we went to a nearby spirits bar for drinks. When the clock struck midnight, it was time for another celebration... Jon's 30th birthday! He ran his ninth marathon on the last day of his 29th year in 2009, and I have a feeling there will be many more in this decade as well.

Although the marathon was our main purpose for visiting Athens, we did a lot of sight-seeing during our long weekend there. Our hotel was located close to all the sights and had amazing views from the rooftop terrace. On one side you could see the Acropolis and the other the Temple of Olympian Zeus (pictured). The views were especially breath-taking at night with the ruins all lit up.

The first day, we acquainted ourselves with a walk around the Plaka, or old town, at the base of the Acropolis. We walked a narrow, rocky path to the village of Antifiotica just below the Acropolis, whose white-washed architecture mimics that of the villages in the Greek islands.

Many Athenians have "holiday" apartments here when they want to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city below. We continued our walk around the Acropolis to the Roman and ancient agora.

The agora was absolutely beautiful and was like a pristine park, yet had ancient columns and aqueducts every where you turn.

The agora was the heart of ancient Athens, the focus of political, commercial, administrative and social activity, the religious and cultural center and the seat of justice. The site was occupied without interruption in all periods of the city's history.


The beautiful Temple of Hephaistos.

From the agora, we began our ascent to the Acropolis, passing the famous Mars Hill, where Apostle Paul preached to the Romans about the identity of the "Unknown God." Making our way up to the Parthenon, we saw the beautiful Theatre of Dionysus, which is still used during festivals today.

Continuing our climb higher through the ruins of the Propylaea (which used to be a massive gate and entrance) we reached the top where the Parthenon stood in all its ancient glory. Although it will probably always be partly covered by scaffolding, it is still an awe-inspiring site to marvel at the architecture and symmetry of the building, which was completed in 432 BC.

The backside of the Parthenon.

The Erechtheum temple across from the Parthenon.

After a first full day of enjoying the sites that are still a part of the city of Athens, we spent the following day in the National Archaelogical Museum admiring the many ancient sculptures and pre-historic items from all over Greece. This statue was particularly interesting as it shows a woman with her sandal in her hand trying to "shoe away" the advances of a mythical male creature. Some things never change.

We spent our final day in Athens exploring the parks and boardwalk along the sea. It was a beautiful sunshine day and we knew we better enjoy it before returning to overcast Germany. What a holiday! Delicious Greek food, fabulous warm weather, the completion of THE marathon, a birthday celebration, and a long-time dream realized. Pheidippides' words when he reached Athens to share the news of the victory at Marathon never seemed more fitting - "Nenikekamen" - We were victorious!

The Final Days....

It's hard to believe that in the next month, Jon and I will be moving from this apartment, our squadron, Wiesbaden, and possibly Germany (though we won't be far from it). The fall season is absolutely flying by and we've been keeping busy with all kinds of activities.

As usual, the autumn is when most of the college fairs take place and my busiest time for work. This year I've had to scale back on fairs as we have the move to focus on. In October, I traveled to Berlin, Brussels, the Black Forest, and Kaiserslautern for various events. Jon accompanied me to the military fair and did an amazing job as usual talking to students. He does get a bit competitive though, and likes to see who can get more cards filled out by students. He won - but only because who can say no to those blue eyes?!

In mid-October, we spent a few days visiting the area we'll be moving to near Geilenkirchen, Germany. We were able to tour the NATO base, visit many nearby German villages, as well as see some towns on the Netherlands side of the border. Although the scenery is beautiful there, we are not quite sure we're ready to live in a farm village, and have to decide whether a farther commute to live in a city may be worth it. One thing's for sure, this will be a completely different experience than Wiesbaden. Which is not necessarily a bad thing, but is making me realize how much I need to appreciate and savor our last few weeks here.

On October 18th, we took part in a squadron event in the Rheingau wine region to do some grape-picking. Several American groups do this each year and basically, a farmer has you pick his grapes off his vines for about four hours and afterwards provides a dinner and opportunity to buy some wine.

Although it was actually pretty tedious work, we had so much fun enjoying the beautiful weather with our friends and it wasn't all work. We did take lots of breaks for wine drinking and to appreciate the fruits of our labor.

Molly and me holding the extremely heavy buckets of grapes.

Last weekend, we had a farewell party for four families that are leaving the squadron over the next few weeks (including us). The evening took place at the beautiful Kloster Eberbach, which is a former Cistercian monastery and was founded in 1136. There are several vineyards around the monastery and today it is a major area of wine production.

The evening started with a tour where we learned about the start of the monastery, visited the abbey, dormitory and wine press room. We ended the tour in the Cabinetkeller, or cellar of Cabinet wines, and enjoyed tasting three different kinds.

The evening concluded with a delicious dinner in the restaurant. It was so much fun to be surrounded by the many wonderful friends that we've made over the past three years in the squadron. However, it was a very bittersweet feeling, not knowing when or if we would see many of the people again. I guess that is part of the military life and the key is to always cherish the memories and friendships made with no regrets. We plan to do just that over the next few weeks and live every moment in Wiesbaden to its utmost!