The festivals never end. The tourists stream in and out of town. The beer flows. The accordions ring. I landed here judgmental and scared of it all. I landed here single and exhausted from the intense training of midwifery school. I landed here more comfortable with the sounds of car alarms than frogs croaking. I landed here because Washington State offered to pay back my school debt if I worked in an underserved area and I thought I could do anything for a little while, even live in a Bavarian village.
About three months later I knew I would never move away. The glow of the grapevines as the heat gives into fall. The slow river float in summertime. The small town smiles and waves and unlocked doors. The loud music and cheer at the farmer's market. The hikes and groomed ski paths right in town. My son's swimming teacher who also taught my husband to swim. The Enchantments dancing along the skyline. The friends. So many wonderful friends.
Raising a family in a community of such support and joy is like a dream.
The four clear seasons burst forth in perfect alignment with the solstices and equinoxes. My three year old knows that seed planting happens after the snow melts, that pumpkin carving happens when our trees turn color. The quiet white witch inside me thrills at this perfect balance, drinking our home made wine, and dancing happily under full moons, even if it's a tiny jig that I'm dancing after I've put both kids into the minivan and I am circling around to the driver side.
I try to remember to celebrate every day, find small magic every day, appreciate all that makes life unbelievably good that is also so easy to take for granted. Today I give thanks for this bavarian life...