The Moving Plan Continues...

After what felt like a very long wait we finally received our “household goods”. The German movers who I affectionately refer to as Larry, Curley and Moe, showed up bright and early Tuesday morning, well ok maybe it was just bright Tuesday morning. They opened their truck and proudly announced that all of our 10 crates where accounted for. We expressed some concern that one of the crates had someone else’s information printed on the front; Moe ignored our fretting and opened the crate to prove our belongings were safety inside. Once the crate was opened I knew right away that the movers were wrong, these were not our belongings. My first clue was the box with “grandfather clock” written on the outside, we don’t own a grandfather clock. Once we conveyed this information to the movers they proceeded to open the box and show us the contents, clearly they were hopping that because we had not seen our belongs for an extended amount of time we had somehow forgotten we owned a grandfather clock and upon seeing it our temporary amnesia would clear, no such luck. After some phone calls, mostly conducted in German, it was reported that there was absolutely no way that the missing crate was in their warehouse. Larry, while smoking what must have been his tenth cigarette since arriving at our house, announced “this has happened before and the crate ended up in Alaska, they found it in a year though”. I felt much better. Two days of Sam incessantly calling the company later, they stated that they thought they had found it. I was less then hopeful, how could they think they found it, it was a huge crate. Later they must have decided that they did indeed find the missing crate because they made an appointment to deliver it Saturday morning. As it turns out this crate was not worth the wait. By unpacking boxes for four days we were able to conclude that most of the missing crate was the entire contents of Laura’s room, sadly this crate must have met some rough seas on the way over because almost all of Laura’s furniture was broken. Fortunately Laura was just happy to see most of her toys intact and seemed amused at the idea of Mom and Dad trying to locate matching furniture in a foreign country.



(our extra couch did not fit up or down the stairs so they brought it in through the secound floor balcony)