Friday, July 15, 2011



As the school year wrapped up we added saying goodbye to all the people and places that had become home to a schedule already pretty filled up with work, packout and departure task and other obligations (and oh yeah, Bill had to leave a month early) .  Nonetheless, Kristie found a way to fit in parties, play dates and pilgrimages to favorite restaurants, parks and so on.

The crazy schedule was capped off by a fouled up departure Kristie finally got the three boys, two dogs and all their gear on a plane and out of Paris.  A big thanks to the Van Cleve family for their extraordinary kindness in taking in our wayward travellers and setting them back on the path home.
Once summer got started though, it’s been a great ride.  We began with fun in Washington DC with our old friends who always welcome us back into their lives and act as our cultural reintegration guides – getting us up to date on everything from new movies and music to how to use an iPhone. Thank you guys!  We also fit in a bunch of fun activities ranging from picking cherries and blueberries to seeing the Nationals beat the Pirates in extra innings.

Then we headed to Cape May for a week of beach before Bill headed out to Afghanistan. We had a perfect mix of time with family (sister, parents, grandmother) and days alone to enjoy each other and just relax, biking around the town, swimming, catching a movie, and generally doing as much or as little as we felt like at any given time. In short – a great vacation.

After a difficult goodbye with the boys Kristie and I headed south for an extra day of vacation/alone time in Old Town Alexandria where we enjoyed strolling through familiar streets and remembering what an interesting voyage we have had, and how lucky we are to have had the opportunities we have to travel, and raise a family together. We also gorged ourselves at Bilbo Baggins restaurant, which had remodeled but remains an excellent place to get a meal.  Finally it was time for goodbyes, with a tear or two, but looking forward to more beach, family, and settling into a new life in Vermont for Kristie and the boys (and the dogs) and rewarding challenges for Bill in his new home.

We hope all of you are enjoying a wonderful summer, and that you keep in touch.

With love,
The Swaneys    

The Swaney Boys

Dolphin Watch (will try to post on this and get a video up - it was AWESOME)

Construction Crew

Hangin on the homefront

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

New Blog - Expeditionary Diplomats

Hi folks,

Hope you are all enjoying the official start of summer.

We are in the midst of the latest transitions, with Kristie and the boys saying their final goodbyes to Paris and our friends there, and Bill preparing for his assignment to Afghanistan.

The boys, are doing well, with Graham overjoyed to be done with a very successful school year Eli reigning as the ping pong, and Lincoln proving that Kristie earns the best Mother ever award when her maternal instinct (aka "spidey sense" ) allowed her to discover that he was in the process of "escaping" the bathroom through holes in the ceiling...  He continues to insist that he is returning to "Cameroon" - and I'm sure Kristie will wish that the yard in Vermont had high walls and an armed guard.

On a final note - we are adding a new blog to the site about Bills assignment - which you can link to from here, or link to directly at:

As always, best wishes, keep in touch, and happy reading.

The Swaneys

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Happy 40th Kristie and Au Revoir


I have to say a quick Happy Birthday to my lovely wife, who truly makes forty look like "the new twenty" - both on the outside and inside, and who has shared a rewarding, but challenging and tiring journey, and helped raise three adorable, incomprehensible and irreplaceable little creatures known as boys.

Thanks to all who have helped us celebrate the landmark, in person, or on the phone/e-mail etc., she is grateful to have such a loving and supportive family and circle of friends.


Despite, or perhaps because we are now insanely busy with logistics and moving details, I wanted to share some of the departure rituals that are an familiar part of our life in the Foreign Service. They include the office party (or parties) which are an erratic mix of ritual and emotion. Typically there are traditions associated with them, in the case of Paris, it is customary for office mates to sign a picture of the statue of Benjamin Franklin that graces the Embassy grounds. More importantly and enjoyably, this being France, even the most junior or disliked departee provides an opportunity for eating and drinking, which is, most definitely a strong suit of the French. I like to think of it like stocking up for winter, and the coming hardships of being unable to walk a hundred meters in any direction and find world class bread, wine and food (Sundays, evenings and holidays excepted). So it's a very pleasant ritual, but the surprise comes when you find that your workplace has become a second home, and that while many, even most of the dozens of farewells given in the last week at post are sincere but perfunctory, some are genuinely painful and revealing of bonds that have evolved without you even noticing.  In short, given the brevity and level of distraction provided by the creatures mentioned above, we have been surprised how hard departures have been - which is oddly satisfying, although a shocking number of people seem to succeed in doing so, we have always beleived that there is little point in living and working abroad if you are unwilling or unable to make connections with the host country.

Anyhow - departure is a mystifying and sometimes painful mix of sweet and sour experiences that comes from detaching yourself from places and people who have become home.  Inevitably, the last three months of our stay in a place is marked by an accelerated pace of meeting people you like (or suddenly realizing you like people you met long ago), and of discovering new places or new comfort in a routine.  To wit, a farewell party at the house of a work colleague opened the door to a family friendship that will have little time to mature.  Similarly, a snap decision to try something new led us to eat at the neighborhood Leons de Brussels, a kind of belgian Lobster House, and revealed that our sons adore eating mussels.  Too bad they won't have mussels (or the accompanying fries) as good (or as cheap) as what we now have down the street until some unknown time when they move to Belgium.

Of course, turning up the intensity of the "overseas experience" accentuates the negative as well as the positive, in part because of the defensive instinct to convince yourself "I never really liked living in XXX anyhow..."  As a result, a step "in the merde" as the Parisians say, helps make the move go smoothly.

After spending a wonderful day at Asterix Park (a French version of Disney based on a comic book character) with Kristie's old roommate and her family we were in the need for something to ease the pain and regret of leaving people and places dear to us.  Enter the bureaucrats running the French Open.

Having long ago heard about the possibility of visiting the grounds of the Open, which are only about two miles from our house, we scooped up tickets early, and were looking forward to the event.  As the day approached and the tempo of moving picked up some plans changed, and, long story short, I forgot to double check the tickets.

Instead of making a day of it at the Open, the new plan called for us to stop by the grounds after a full day at the amusement park (decadent yes, but we're in Paris and finally blending in).  Matches started at 11 am and had no set ending, but the flow of people when we arrived at 6 pm was definitely outward.  After checking that tennis balls were still flying, we pulled our sleeping children out of the car and headed over.  At first we had the sting of reverse culture shock as a small, empty metal water bottle was marked for destruction by the security checker.  I could almost hear them thinking, "how can you be surprised!? you are American, you know better and should be ashamed!".

Ten minutes later we tried to enter, waiting five minutes for a break in the traffic so we could push our way down to the check-in.  All the checkin machines had been turned off, but a friendly young man was fumbling his way through the process and eventually printed out tickets using the printed barcode I had.  We had three tickets when he asked about the "other tickets".  Confused, I said that we had a tickets for Graham, but the others didn't need them. Turns out, that Eli DID need a ticket.  It was an honest mistake, as I had forgotten we had first planned to leave the young guys at home.  I pleaded for clemency.

After twenty minutes of standing around with a sleeping six year old on my shoulder the young man told me that he had contacted the "service au client" at gate W and they were awaiting us.  Why ten people at our gate watching hundreds of people leave couldn't help us I didn't know, but knew not to ask.  Another ten minute hike to Gate W led to the customary gauntlet of gatekeepers.  The first can't help you, but can shrug or point you to a second person who lets you know how stupid or foolish you are when you ask some version of "could you please help me to XXX" - because of course you should know that it is only the manager or "responsable" (literally, the responsible) - who could make any decision that has to do with anything other than the bodily functions of the many employees hanging around making half-hearted efforts to look busy.

At 6:55 we finally reached the summit, and were face to face with the responsable.  After confirming he had heard of our plight he took our tickets, confirmed that Eli needed a ticket and returned them, he then clarified that there were no ticket sales at the gate (though there were two very bored cashiers within arms reach) and that he could not help us. At 6:56 I felt grateful that my mediocre French included no appropriate words to express my opinion of an organization that takes 45 minutes to tell a nine year old boy and his family that despite the fact that at least half of the spectators had left the event while he waited, and not a single other had entered, that no solution could be found.  They were "desolee" - That can either mean "I'm genuinely sorry" - or "I am feeling very satisfied that you have given me a chance to show my power and to gloat about it by feigning sympathy."  Interestingly, the context of a given conversation it is almost impossible to mix up which meaning is intended.  Anyhow, Merci to you Msr. smug ticket overlord for serving up some merde at just the right moment.

In other news we've been enjoying a gorgeous spring in Paris, had a great visit with cousins Steve, Liz and baby Zoe, and the older boys have tales to tell from their field trips to Brittany (western coast) and the Jura Mountains (southeast France).

Unfortunately our camera mysteriously died, so we are short on pictures, but hoping to fix that as soon as the lithium battery of the camera we ordered two months ago can be either neutralized by the postal SWAT team or removed and thrown out by a nameless clerk, and it can finally be shipped (and then probably reshipped to chase us back to the US...).

Anyhow - hope everyone is well, and that we see or hear from you soon.

The Swaneys
NIV unit Paris - Merci mes amis!

Just checking if you're awake :)
Cute huh?

Bill with Benjamin Franklin's current replacement
as Ambassador to France Charles Rivkin

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Spring Break 2011

After a very two months we felt the need for another indulgent vacation to wrap up our time in old Europe, and took advantage of super cheap tickets (long live Easy Jet) to Greece.

As you'll see, we had a fabulous time, thanks to our excellent tour guide/son Eli, and (mostly) great weather.  We even managed a pilgrimage to Marathon in honor of the fact that Kristie and Bill completed the Paris marathon on the first Sunday of our April break.

The family is thriving, Lincoln had a great birthday, and has decided he skipped ahead a full year and is now claiming to be 7.  Eli continues to enjoy gymnastics and ping pong, and Graham is currently in an intensive technical/linguistic immersion experience in the south of france with Kristie's old host family where he is learnign all about horticulture from a genuine expert. Preparations for the family move to Vermont, and Bill's year in Afghanistan are coming together steadily, with excitement and anxiety rising in parallel.  We are likewise looking forward to catching up with family and friends back at home over the summer and beyond.

As always we hope all is well with you, and enjoy hearing from you, even when we aren't great about keeping in touch.

With love,

The Swaneys

Messenger of the Gods begins his epic run from Marathon to Athens

Amphitheater at Epidavros (intended for theater, used for mortal combat among siblings)

King Eli - ruler of Mycenae

With his trusted advisors

and others...

Queen Kristie + consort

Temple of Apollo - at Delphi

The Sun God himself


One of MANY churches


The Parthenon

View of our the docks in Rafina and our ferry to the islands
(note the fisherman tenderizing the octopus)

Streets of Andros

Catch of the day

Marathon finishers

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Winter Wonderland

Dear friends and family, we don't mean to rub it in, but we can't resist.

We just finished our best family vacation on record in the Austrian alps, and just had to revel in the moment before the credit card bill arrives, and before the end of the month arrives and Bill starts down the backside of "the hill".

Anyhow, it was a great break from the stress of our regular lives, struggles at school, and upcoming seperation. Plus, the boys got hooked on cold-weather sports.

Hope all of you are well, and we look forward to meeting up again, wherever and whenever that might be.

The Swaneys

View from the Top
Note the snowboard, and that the picture is taken moments before Bill proves he is really to old to be riding one by taking a spectacular (read painful and very cold) fall that motivated him to head to the outdoor bar and grill even earlier than usual 

Lincoln - King of the Mountain

Or is it King Graham?

Or a Power Sharing Arrangement?
(yeah right)

View from our hotel balcony

A more somber side trip to Dachau on the trip home

And a trip down memory lane visiting Bill's old dormitory in Wurzburg
(also where we first really met)


Boys in Tree

Wurzburg at Night

See ya!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

February Update

Dear friends and family

2011 has gotten off to an excellent, but exhausting start. The boys are very active with their gymnastics (Eli), swimming (Graham), and kickboxing (Lincoln) - Gotcha! but Lincoln figures out how to be active. Mom and Dad are now beyond the point of no return in our training for the April 10 Paris Marathon, having now sacrificed too many hours of our morning to scratch that item from our bucket lists... On the positive side, it saves us a dog walk.

School and work are similarly busy, and Bill's July departure to Afghanistan is looming large on the horizon. Fortunately, a ski trip to Austria is the next big adventure, which should be a nice escape from the city.

Hope all of you are well and getting a good start to the New Year

The Swaneys

Graham and his buddy Sam at the Space museum

Hiking outside Versailles with the Scouts

Lincoln and Nanny posing with Buzz Lightyear's ship

Another satisfied Grandson

Holiday Party with the Neighbors

Shark Attack!!!

OK not a shark, but...

The closest Bill gets to being artistic

Xmas morning

The Traditional New Years Fondue