Truly, let yourself dream


Life is about what you want to make out of it and often times, we go, go, go so much that we inadvertently put our dreams and hopes on the back burner, to our own chagrin. But what if we paused, breathed for a moment, and evaluated what is really important to us and what we truly desire? Are adventures and personal pursuits not as equally important as paying bills and putting our nose to the grind stone? Is it possible to align it together and have a cohesive game-plan that encompasses the daily responsibilities and the dream? Listen and watch the video below for great way for making the positive change so many of us need.

Grog on the Murg River


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-kP_SbR74I

 

Grog at the Motodrom Cafe in Kirschbaumwassen is delicous and the couple that own-run the venue are so nice.

Grog at the Motodrom Cafe in Kirschbaumwassen is delicous and the couple that own-run the venue are so nice.

I am on the Murg River in the Village of Kirschbaumwassen

I am on the Murg River in the Village of Kirschbaumwassen

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AJ’s, Orchard, Colorado


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Family Night having Dinner at AJ

AJs, Orchard, Colorado

Enjoying Colorado Raised beef, Prime Rib

Prime rib is always a good idea!!!

Haake and I knew about this place for a while but we discovered recently that it has  Prime Rib specials on Friday evenings–and dinner is always more enjoyable with good company.

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M. Haake and I love the Prime Rib Fridays at AJ’s In Orchard, Colorado

 

 

  • AJ’s Corner Tavern
    24213 Hwy 39
    Weldona, CO 80653
  • Phone number 1 (970) 645-9881

 

 

The Beginnings of….an adventure


The start of my adventure

The Beginnings of Something wonderful

Decemeber,1997—My family and I were on vacation in Holland, riding the ICE train to Germany. My family, being 6 of us, 7 with my Uncle, were a large group, especially with our luggage.  My family filled the compartment and thus, I sat across the aisle at a small table, next to the window, where the chairs were bolted to the floorboards of the train.

A German man sat across from me, in the empty available seat, witha  rucksack in-tow and nothing more than that and a newspaper.  He struck up a conversation, after a bit, and within 3 hours, we exchanged mailing addresses and he disembarked from the train at his stop.

Letters were written, postcards exchanged and an old–fashioned pen-pal friendship blossomed.
We continued to write letters over time–sharing the simple things of life and…thus began something exquisite