At 10 weeks old, Aspen gracefully (and with minimal tears) experienced her first airplane ride and her first trip to the Netherlands and Belgium. We took two trains, one bus, and one airplane to arrive in Amsterdam where we met up with my parents, who had just traveled 5,000 air miles from Denver, Colorado. We met at an airport hotel and I was so excited to introduce them to their first grandchild...it almost felt like I was a little girl looking forward to a long-awaited Christmas day. In no time at all, Aspen won the heart of my mom and turned my dad to absolute grandfather mush. It was so sweet to see.
The next day we bid farewell to superdad (a.k.a. superhusband), as he had an academic conference in Rotterdam, and we (my parents, Aspen, and I) made our way to our Brussels hotel via two trains and a taxi. I had a meeting in Brussels for my post as president of the Erasmus Mundus Association, so my parents graciously accepted this international babysitting gig. While I went to meetings, they proudly became baby wranglers. The last night in Brussels, Charlie and our friend from Georgia (who was at the academic conference with him) joined us.
The following morning, all six of us jumped in taxis and headed to the central train station to catch three (connecting) trains to Haarlem...our favorite, quaint, little village outside Amsterdam. We rented a house in the city center, cooked good meals, enjoyed each others company, and just hang out and relaxed. A family friend from our past paid us a visit. Corien was a Dutch exchange student who lived with our family when I was in high school. Her visit was lovely and we exchanged many fun memories as we ate a Sunday American brunch.
A bus took us back to Schiphol airport where we embarked on our next airline adventure to Finland. A memorable mishap occurred as we were descending from the friendly skies in Helsinki...the change in air pressure got the best of Aspen's bowels and next thing you knew mama and baby were soaked in poo. All we could was laugh (as the seat-belt sign was still on) and let Aspen know that this story will follow her for life.
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I do love Brussels! And, this trip was a grea












Belgium is one of my favorite European countries. Besides eating and drinking my way through the ambrosial delights of chocolate, beer, waffles, and yes, even greasy fries, Belgium is a country that has always educated and greeted me with simple pleasures. (I remember my first trip to Europe in 1995, when our father introduced us to the 'naked' beaches of Belgium...now that was a sight. I think he enjoyed it more than we did. Luckily, our modest American culture identity kicked in and we were the only family wearing swimming suits on the beach that day.)


lovely and historic village every year...it is a European gem with romantic canals, cobblestone streets, windmills (see photo), baroque-style churches, Gothic brick houses, outdoor cafes and horse carriages. I laced up my travelin' shoes and found my way through the quaint streets by foot, discovering little chocolate shops and stoppin' at a few cafes on ne


