Over the next couple of years, we lived the happy life of a young couple in beautiful Montana. We moved in into Alia's family's house; downstairs from Robyn's. Alia actually returned a little earlier, because she needed to be back in Missoula in late August 2012, for the beginning of the Fall semester in college. Whereas I had to stay a couple of months longer in Spain, to finish getting my immigration paperwork ready and figure out what to do with our beloved Rolf, the VW Golf I had bought for our travels throughout Europe. As it had happened in 2010, Alia struggled through this time we were again apart. As her emails show, upon arrival she felt quite chipper; really proud of her accomplishmen and excited to begin our new life as a couple back home. However, soon she started missing me and feeling lonely. Like it had happened in the past, after some weeks, Alia was feeling angry and depressed. This time, however, it was not anything like on our first year, before our journey. This time she did not go crazy. Now she had become a mature and sensible woman and was able to keep it together. Still, I thought I needed to do something to cheer her up: I flew into Seattle and went through quite an ordeal taking rides from there all the way to Missoula, to show up at her door all by surprise. Two years and a half after our very sad goodbye in Seattle, we were finally back together in the same house we first met and spent our first days together; the home where our love was born. We have done it! We set up a plan, we worked hard through it and we triumphed!! Hey!, from the very bottom of my heart, thank you so very much to all the countless people who helped us; hosting us, giving us rides or simply did their best to help! I will forever remember you and be infinitely grateful to all of you.
It was already November and the deer hunting season had just started in Montana. Alia could not wait to show off her hunting skills, so she organized with Daniel a hunting trip to the Lammer's Ranch in Two Dot, in deep Eastern Montana. I need to admit it was quite a fascinating far-West experience for an European city boy: it could not get more authentic. Alia was able to hunt a deer and a rabbit! I liked to joke how upset our little imaginary rabbit friends were marching in circles around us, carrying signs protesting against the killing of rabbits.
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