Argyle, New York

So we've been home for a little over three weeks and I'm finally getting to post a little bit about it.  It's been a whirl wind of introducing Max, eating as much American junk food that I can get my hands on, and constantly reminding myself that anyone in my general vicinity can understand everything that I say.  Sounds like the perfect time to start practicing my German...

Anyway, rewind to three weeks ago.  Max was a trooper on his very first  international flight.  We were that family bringing their five month old on a non-stop, 8 hour flight, sitting right smack in the middle of a fully booked plane.  If looks could kill, the three of us would have been dead on the spot.  Max being the unpredictable baby that he is, took one look at the people surrounding us, and instead of crying and complaining the whole time at everyone and anyone who would listen, he charmed the pants off of even the grumpiest of neighbors with his smiles and baby laughs.  He even flirted with the lady flight attendants.  So all the preparation and anticipation for the baby-from-hell was (surprise, surprise) not needed because this easily bored, constantly on-on-the-move little guy was a complete angel.  Do I expect the same on the way back to Germany?  No.  I am once again preparing myself for 9 hours of complete hell.

So the first leg of our trip was spent at Scott's parents house in Argyle, New York.  We've talked to friends back in Germany about where we come from so I thought it would be fun to take photos to illustrate a little of what we've described.  Starting with where Scott grew up and ending where I grew up.  

Argyle is a little town located in the Hudson Valley just southeast of the Adirondack Park.  This New York is not, I repeat, not, the New York City where everyone automatically assumes where we're from.  Argyle is in the middle of farm country with a town center that spans two blocks and a total of zero traffic lights and circles.  Here are some fun facts about Argyle:  it was settled in the early 18th century by 32 Scot sheepherders, it's mostly replublican and principally a family-run small diary farm community.  In fact, Scott's grandfather was a dairy farmer and his farm can still be seen from Scott's parents' home.

Tomorrow we will be heading to Manlius, New York to spend time with my family.  I'll be taking more photos and hopefully find the time to post them on the blog.  Until then, enjoy a little peek into our life in the States.