For the long Thanksgiving weekend, we decided to head out of town and get a change of scenery. For those who don't know, we also managed to adopt a dog in September and we decided to bring her along for our trip. We learned that she gets car sick. Thankfully we'd put a blanket down in the car, but it didn't catch quite everything. It was awesome.
|We stopped here, a little village along the Mosel River, to give|
her some fresh air.
Her name was in limbo for months. It wasn't until the girls came home for the holidays that we all kinda sorta agreed that Mokka would be our choice. We have a general policy that our pet names are food-related to the country we adopt/rescue - ergo, Tandoori from India, Falafel and Shawarma from Jordan. We tried out all sorts of things, but German does not make nice sounding words in general. The best I could come up with was Seehunde, which is definitely not a food. Nothing rolled off the tongue. But now we have our German Mokka.
We actually got her from FAPF, a rescue in Hungary (and attempted to come up with a Hungarian name when German wasn't being fruitful). Why, you may ask? Many rescues/shelters in Germany won't adopt out to Americans. Take a guess why.... oh I'll tell you... because so many of the animals in the shelters come from Americans. They are a little burned by us. So we adopted from Hungary via photos, a questionnaire, and a hope that it would be a good match. She came to us scared of pretty much everything. And not house-trained. Well, maybe she was house-trained with an accessible yard, but not so much to a 3rd floor apartment. I had my moments of questioning why we adopted a dog.
Yet here we are 3 1/2 months later and the dog that was scared of going outside, roads, parks, other dogs, noise, pretty much everything, is slowly gaining her confidence. Though we were told she's over a year old, she still behaves like a puppy, which I guess she kind of still is. She adores the cats and would love if just one would be her friend, but so far no luck. Tandoori just stares her down until she warrants a hiss and swipe. Shawarma meows his warnings when she gets too close. Falafel tries to ignore her.
She's settling in. The girls were thrilled to meet her when they were home for the holidays.
I guess we'll keep her.
So back to my story, we took her to Biersdorf am See for the weekend. She threw up in the car multiple times there and back. So our first night we left her at the little cottage when we went to get dinner in downtown Bitburg (home of Bitburger beer) at LouM Steakhouse. A fabulous steak that comes with a "salad bar" salad. Pass on the salad bar salad unless you're a huge fan of various shredded cabbages and carrots in various mayonnaise and vinegar solutions.
|Our Thanksgiving Day dinner.|
The dog thought we'd abandoned her forever. A horrible ride in a horrible car to a new place she'd never seen, and then left behind for 2 hours... absolutely abandoned. And then we came back! And all was well!
|Meanwhile Becca was having Tday|
in New York with her best friend.
Friday we spent in Luxembourg at the Christmas markets. And we brought the dog. It was only an hour away, and yes, the dog threw up. Again.
Luxembourg is lovely with history hidden around every corner. One place we really wanted to check out was the American Cemetery and Memorial where General Patton is buried. DYK that Patton died in a low-speed car crash? He wasn't wearing a seat belt. But we couldn't visit because... wait for it... no dogs allowed in the cemetery. I tell you, trying to do the right thing by the dog leads to missing out on stuff... *sigh*
The Luxembourg markets are not worth traveling all the way to Luxembourg for. Sounds harsh, but there's no charm to them, and little more than liquor and some food. Seriously disappointing.
|The Feuerzangenbowle was pretty awesome though.|
Saturday we tossed up the idea of taking the dog to Trier vs leaving the dog at the cottage and dealing with less vomit. We left her behind, which worked out best for everyone as it allowed us (ok, me) to enjoy the Library Treasury and then take on an Escape Room.
|Of course it was raining.|
We registered to do the Motorradwerkstadt room. And were out in 15 minutes. Someone before us had scribbled on the wall so we ended up skipping several steps and it wasn't any fun. They let us take on another room, the Photolabor. This one we actually got a couple hints but overall didn't think it was well-designed, and they charged us for it as well, so...
The dog thought we'd really really abandoned her for real this time oh my gosh we were never coming back and then we did and why did we leave her and she really needed to pee.
Taking the lessons from the night before, we made an awesome fire that roasted the entire room and it was glorious. I thought when we moved to Frankfurt that we'd have a fireplace in our apartment and we don't and it was kind of sad. So we all just stared at this one and burned our retinas for a while.
The next morning our plan was to head to Bitburg to visit the Bitburger brewery and get home after lunch.
A text from Becca said "Landed!" to which I replied "Where are you?" and she said "Frankfurt" and I cursed badly in our cottage in Biersdorf am See 2 1/2 hours away and Katherine laughed and laughed and laughed through her messages from Virginia. Family chat groups are awesome. And when you ask your spouse what time your child is arriving be sure to clarify that the date matters too.
Choosing between her options she waited at the airport for us to arrive with barfy dog in tow. She's a great sport.
But we did miss the Bitburger brewery.