I hadn't been to Germany in over five years. The last time Fox and I went, he had just turned three, and it was hard taking him by myself. So naturally, I was very worried about taking TWO kids now all by myself. But at the beginning of the year, I just felt like we HAD to go this summer. Not just because it had been so long, but also because my grandma was getting old and not doing so great anymore, and I really wanted to see her again. So fast forward to July, when I received an email from the airline, a week before our departure, that one of our flights was canceled. I had the hardest time getting a hold of anyone, one company blamed it on the other, that company blamed it on the next, and so forth. Between airlines and travel agency, it was an absolute nightmare, and no one was willing to help me. I can't even count the times I was on the phone in tears because I was so frustrated to not get any answers, and no one wanted to re-book me. It wasn't until 24 hours before ...