Farewell to Wolfenbüttel

I can't tell you how many times I've sped past small town train stations on my way from one city to the next.  Most of the time I look at them and think, "Huh. Wonder what's there?" and don't give it another thought.  I can guarentee that I would have done the same with Wolfenbüttel, if it had not been for the Herzog August Bibliothek that drew Erik, and therefore us, to this generally unknown little town.  Wolfen-what? Where? WHY??  Even the Wolfenbüttel tourism office seems to acknowledge its less-than-prominent place on the tourist route, with the slogan, "Wolfenbüttel: More than you think."

They are right. It was more than I thought it would be.  Not in the sense of, Wow, there's so much to do here, why doesn't anyone know about it? Not just because Jägermeister is made here (oops, did I forget to mention that?).  It has just been the perfect place to begin our experience abroad, and exactly what we needed at first. It's small, it's easy, and the people here have been so good to us. We were fortunate to meet people like Gabi, Elsa's Spielgruppe leader, who played a huge role in Elsa's (and our) life here, and certainly helped her with the transition.

We've had an unusual but great 2 1/2 months here, full of many memories and new experiences.  I arrived here with a one month old baby, kind of delirious and shell-shocked, and have slowly regained my senses (somewhat. Still pretty delirious on most days) and adjusted to my new job as a full-time mom.  We will miss it , as well as the great people we have managed to meet in a short time and would have liked to get to know better.  But time moves on, and so do we.  We'll see what Wiesbaden has in store for us.

Auf wiedersehen, Wolfenbüttel!

Ready to roll out the convoy