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Adventures that befall- Dad & Mom cross the pond


"If adventure will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad." -Northanger Abbey 

March ushered in the arrival of both spring and my parents.
It has truly been an amazing month.


We began our time together in England where we celebrated dad's birthday in Windsor.  

Windsor Castle

Touring Windsor Castle

Happy Birthday to my daddy!


London


We took the train into Waterloo Station where we then headed to our first destination.

We definitely did the tourist things. :) Both the London Eye and River boat cruise.
It was a wonderful way to see the city and learn about it!






Look what we found (Nick!!)


Buckingham Palace


The Netherlands


 For our second week together we had the great privilege of traveling to the Netherlands where we stayed with my dad's Aunt and Uncle and met his cousins. We were able to see where his parents had lived.
Dad with his Aunts... we had a good laugh about how tall he is!

In Amsterdam in what was an orphanage, we are in what was the play ground.


A couple of our many lovely tour guides for the week.

So nice to get to know our family.


Such a sweet moment.

Brad took us to a lovely little town, it was super foggy but it added an element of mystery to this Castle we saw!














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