Another cloudy day, another adventure.
Our first stop was the Porta Nigra in Trier. I remember visiting it in junior high when my dad was stationed in Baumholder, Germany. Our visit was brief but we did get to use the bathroom in a historic cellar.
Next we went to a place where we stood in three countries at once. My husband and the kiddos took the stairs to the top of the outlook while my Aunt and I took pictures from the bottom. It took us a while to actually get the picture of us with the flags, but that’s a story for another time.
And last, but most certainly not least, we visited the Abbaye d’Orval. We drove through tiny villages (someone had a donkey in their front yard!), dense forest areas, and, around a bend, there it stood. We were all in awe. It’s unbelievably beautiful. We wandered around the publicly accessible grounds, made a wish in the legendary pond, and got some Trappist Monk beer.
Because that’s what you do when you travel.
Photos by Marcus Hoapili and Arbine Villanueva-Hoapili