One thing she gave me was a copy of a travel guide written by American Military Wives. I wish I could remember the name of it, but I passed it along to another newcomer when we moved back to the states.
This travel guide had tips about all the important sites to see in (or near) each major European city, which Christmas markets were best for shopping, what restaurants were worth stopping at, and so on.
The funniest thing was the way the directions were written. The section in each listing for the directions was labeled HTGT, which stood for How to Get There. It didn't often include actual distances or even street names. It was a lot like the directions you'd give a girlfriend if you were telling them how to get somewhere.
"Drive on the priority road through town. Turn left at the church. Take that road until you come to a big tree with three rocks nearby. Turn a little past the last rock and go up the hill. The restaurant will be on your left after you pass two brick houses. If you get to the park with the babbling brook, you've gone too far."
Needless to say, we didn't have a great success rate in finding our destinations.
Every once in a while, I'll start to give Tim vague directions and he accuses me of giving him "How to Get There" directions .