Pissing In strange places

As I sit here, about to head home after 6 weeks away, I’m reflecting on two common themes from this trip: pissing in weird places and sleeping in weird places.

I have pissed:
-in a hotel room sink in Vernazza
-in Tupperware in London
-In a cashew jar in London
-on the lawn of a fancy hotel, Guerilla style, in Milan
-in a drinking glass that I periodically dumped into the grass outside my sleeping quarters in London
-in a home made tin foil funnel feeding into a kombucha bottle in the back of a four runner in a train station parking lot (attempted, but failed)

I have slept:
-on a futon in Brooklyn
-on a bed in Manchester
-on a boat floating on the Thames river
-on a sectional couch in Greenwich
-in a loft bed in Rome
-in a 300 year old stone wall apartment in Tuscany
-on a foam pad in Copenhagen
-a futon identical to mine in Germany
-in a “tool shed” in London
-on a sofa bed nest in new haven

We have experienced such amazing things on this trip, the most important and memorable being all of the relationships we formed, and the open arm welcomes we got everywhere we stayed. It was very humbling. The kindness we received is unforgettable.

Huge thanks to all of the people who made this trip possible – it was a group effort!

-Todd, for taking us to the airport
-Matt, for letting us crash at his apartment in NYC
-James, for giving us his bed and showing us the best time ever in Manchester
-Sally, for letting us couch surf in London
-Alexandra and Paolo, for taking us in like family in Tuscany
-Klaus and Viktor for showing us around Copenhagen and housing us
-Our beautiful German friends for pampering us in Wettenburg
-Sarah, for giving us her bed in Stockholm, sharing her box of wine, and giving us her bus pass
-Melissa, for the nest, the great company, and the naughty professor Tumblr page
-Prikryl, for driving us to Boston, for finding Twisted Fork, for the book, and for being all around the most delightful, genuine person ever.
-Marissa and Anthony for taking us in on our last night!
-roomies for taking care of the birdies
-Denise, for taking us home from the airport
-Stacie, for picking up and starting a placenta for me!


Exploring Frankfurt!

Day 27 Friday October 4 Germany

Today we had a lazy morning – the kids were in school, but the adults had the day off work. That was fun!

In the afternoon the girls went to a baby sitter and we all went into Frankfurt and walked around. We got ice cream, window shopped, and ended up at this fantastic Greek restaurant.

And we took tons of pictures:







I’m going to shit on your face while you sleep

Day 26 Thursday, October 3rd Germany

Our timing in Germany couldn’t have been been more perfect as we were there over a 4 day holiday weekend so our hosts were free to just play around with us.

This morning we came downtstairs to another beautifully set table and yummy breakfast with the family.

Afterwards we headed to Marburg – a super duper old traditional looking German village. It was one of the coolest thing ever. It didn’t even look real.






We said some pretty offensive things to each other as we were walking around:

Kris: I’m gonna wait til your sleeping and then piss up your nose.
Katie: I’m going to eat your balls for dinner. Or mayb I’m going to rip off your testicles, reeze them, and use them as ice cubes. Or maybe I’ll make an eye patch out of them.
Kris: Oh yeah? Well I’m going to shit on your face while you sleep.

We ate lunch at this super delicious tapas restaurant with the cutest table settings:


And the funnieest signs for the bathrooms:



We continued walking through town, wihich lead you waaaaaay uphill to this beautiful church at the top:



As were walking back down we saw some funny German penis chalk drawings:


We stopped at their friends house at one point and they had restored the most amazing home and had a large garden:







That night we stayed up again after the girls went to bed. The guys were talking cars and looking up how to import into the U.S. The girls were talking birth, hobbies and motherhood. This woman was one of the sweetest mothers ever. She was saying how dad loves putting the kids to bed and even doesn’t mind when one of the girls comes into their bed at night, but she doesn’t like it. I said, “Well….maybe it’s because he’s at work all day and doesn’t see them, so that time is special to him in a way that’s not for you because you’re with them all day every day so by the time they go to bed you’re touched out and need your own space.” She was like, “Oh. Yeah. Yes. Exactly.” I think it’s funny how just understanding someone else’s perspective can go such a long way in your perception of their actions.

She said that she gave birth in a hospital, but in German hospitals it’s almost always with a midwife. You never see a doctor unless you’d need to. And they didn’t push any interventions on her or have plans to induce her or anything like that. Dad remembers looking at her placenta and taking pictures of it and everything. And of course, Kris’ penis came up and they can’t believe that people circumcise in America. They were so fun to talk to. Just real, genuine, warm, loving people.

Arriving in Germany

Day 25 Wednesday, October 2nd Germany

Today we got up at the ass fucking crack of dawn. The sun wasn’t even up. We said goodbye to Sarah, bundled up, and walked down to the bus stop to head to the airport. Look at my boo in the early morning time:


The flight was easy, and it was so nice to arrive in Germany with a friend to pick us up from the airport. Very relaxing to not have to figure out a bus or a train or directions or anything.

We made the two hour trek back to his house and it was a really nice drive, though I slept most of the way. His house was just beautiful. Totally modern, tons of natural light and earthy tones. Shortly after we got home, his wife arrived with their two young daughters – blonde haired adorable little German girls. We all sat at their huge wood table and had lunch together.

Later on we took a walk from their house through the forrest. It was so beautful:


Then we walked by their daughter’s preschool:


That’s the preschool. The woods, basically. They just play outside all day and they have snacks in that little circle of wood benches. They only go inside that container building if it’s extreme weather. But even if it’s raining or snowing – they just put on their outdoor gear and keep playing. The youngest daughter showed me the pee tree where the little girls pee – they have a piece of fabric tied around it so you grab one of the fabric handles and just sort of squat and pee. How cute is that? Also, there are no toys at the Kindergarten. Like, at all. They just play outside and play with what the find in the woods. I think this is all so fantastic. Makes for beautiful, imaginative, playful children.

The girls were just young enough that the 100% language barrier didn’t matter. We all guesttered and pointed and even played a board game together that didn’t require words. It was so fun and they are both super adorable.

That night we gathered at their big table again and had a little buffet for dinner of bread, cheese, sausage, pickled beets, sliced veggies and other fun fixins. After the girls went to bed, the four of us stayed up talking and drinking wine in candlelight, keeping warm in their beautiful living room in front of their wood burning stove.