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I finally organized all the pictures and uploaded all the pictures we wanted to share with you. Make sure you check it all out, k?
In a meanwhile, we'll be posting here as things happen in our lives. Stuff to share with the peeps! Thanks again for 'going with us' on our trip. We should do this again sometime, right?
char/cary
it's nice to be back at home. From the smoke free restaurants and the evidence of more Asians who don't give you furtive looks...those sideway glances that beg of contact yet are too afraid to do so.
We took the long way home. The freakin' 16 hour one. 8.5 hours to Detroit from Paris. 4 hours from Detroit to San Francisco. the 2 hour layover in Detroit. Someone asked us why we didn't take the direct 10 hour flight. Well, it was out of budget. We were pretty delirious towards the end of the night to be honest. We started quoting supertroopers (I want a 1 liter of cola), talking about what kind of food we want next (again we go back to sushi), and how good it's going to feel to take a shower.
My stomach issues didn't resolve themselves in Rome. The severe upset stomach came back on the plane (pretty fresh, huh), and I was making return trips to the toilet like there was no tomorrow. I ate a meal at home, and sadly i was leary of the aftereffects.
Cary on the other hand came home and passed out after eating. Straight up. i had to get through Lost because I had to know! It was almost 2Am by the time I went to sleep, but at the very least I knew what was going on.
For now I feel like the walking dead. Someone who is clearly exhausted, wondering if I can make it through my work retreat tomorrow, and after checking the 225 emails I got over the vacation from work, if I have time to work it out with everyone who wants my time. It was nice to have my own sense of time over the last few weeks, and I'm glad to have been able to do that, but like all vacations you need one from one, right?
So it's 8:30 in the morning, and I'm going to catch up with Heroes now. thank god for DVRS.
Rome postcards were went on Wednesday (sorry, lagging)...so check your boxes in a week!
char
Okay, so I was a little off...we were in Rome one more day...and today we are back in Paris. It's good to be back, except for the fact that I got a touch of food poisoning in Rome. I knew eggs on pizza were not a good idea. I was a whiny little so and so yesterday, and Cary was kind enough to pack both of our belonging and get us ready to leave for Paris this morning.
We had a moment of despair, at 5:15 in the morning we could not find a cab to save our lives. We went to three corners and no one would stop. Finally we flagged one down, but not after yelling at each other over what to do. We got to the airport, Ciampino, in good time, but the cattle call feel of Southwest just doesn't do it for me, you know? Cary yaks on the plane (in the bathroom) and we're set. We have to take a hour long bus ride from the airport...think that this is Ryanair, and it's like southwest therefore that means that it's not in a major airport like San Francisco. It's in...Stockton. No offense, Stocktonites. Yikes.
The good news though is that we got a second chance to go to the Musei Vaticani, and yes we did see the Sistine Chapel, and we did get to see the Raphael Rooms. I felt like crap when we got there and it was closed, but definitely happy that Cary got to see the museum we travelled so far to see.
The last few days in Rome were pretty good, but we definitely have dropped some weight due to my food poisoning (damn eggs) and just eating less than we're used to. Mind you, it's not that we are not eating, it's just that it gets mad expensive, you know? Cary and I have been talking about what we are going to eat when we get back. I want a rainbow salad from Burma Superstar, and he wants dim sum or some chinese food. WE have both sworn off pasta for the next two years.
Today is our day to pick up the gifts for family and tie up some loose ends here. We're dead ready to get back home. We haven't loaded any pics from Rome but I'm going to try since we're on stolen internet ;-)
At any rate, thanks for all the well wishes...talk to you all soon! In person, even! We fly into SFO tomorrow at 9:45 for reals this time.
Char/Cary
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Damn it all to high heaven. We are finally over our jet lag. It was pretty bad, people. I attribute it mainly to the fact that we were living above a nightclub that was very active until 6-7AM. Seriously. People at all hours singing, dancing, and getting their freak on outside our window in Paris. Now that we have serious double paned windows and shutters that block out sound as well as light, we are now getting our 8 hours of sleep. It's a better feeling, and we're not all garbage like we are in Paris.
That being said, yesterday, we did some math (in Char language, we measured out the 250 meters that we walked with a crumb from a cookie on our map) and we walked 3000meters yesterday. That's freakin' far. I don't even know what that translates to, but we hauled boo-tay. We passed out last night after talking about how return plans to Paris tomorrow AM. I woke up early, but feeling bad for Cary who has the lumpy side of the sofabed, I let him sleep in. That was a huge mistake because we could have gone to the Sistine Chapel...more on that later.
I woke up, did some reading of my GQ magazine and fixed Cary some breakfast (a sandwich; we're living simply these days) and made some for myself as well. he got up around 11:30. ate some breakfast and we headed out. As we cut through St. Peter's, we noticed that the Swiss Guard were standing around the area near the pulpit (or whatever it's called), and sure enough, I checked my guide, and sometimes the Pope comes through does a wavey-wave, and goes on with his bidness. We hung around for a little bit, and sure enough, you hear some cheering, and out comes the pope mobile. We're too far off to rush over to where homeboy is, but people don't give a care and bum rush (Mom, that means they run over real fast) the area where he is. I think he's going to do a quick loop around, but he just cruises down some stairs (in the pope mobile) and heads over to the back of the Basilica where he holds his audiences.
Cary takes a few pictures (did I mention yesterday I took 130 pictures? Cary took 324 pictures.) and we head over to the Musei Vaticani. And that mess is closed. We missed it by a few minutes, actually. But it was important to Cary that we see the Deutschish Pope. So even though he might be minute by all intents and purposes, we did see him. Quite special.
Today we spent having gelato, overhearing a priest who was hanging out in Rome with his mom and her homies after hearing her get freaked out over how expensive food here is in Rome, taking more time inside St. Peter's, and eating pizza in Palazzo Farnese and coming back to the internet point to get some quality time with you all.
Tomorrow morning we head off to Paris again, tie up some loose ends there and get ready to fly home on Saturday. So Mom, if you're reading this, we'll be back around 9:45PM, but we have to clear customs first! We'll call you once we're ready to go. At any rate, we're ready to come home, and we're quite anxious to come back to familiar places. The trip has been wonderful, it really has. But nothing is quite as good as your own car, your own time, your own friends and family. We probably won't have a gang of goodies to bring back to you all, but we'll think of something. ;-)
Anyways, I'm going to check some email. Cary is at his own terminal doing his email, and I have to do some of mine too! Geez, to think, I have to go to work on Monday. Who knew!
Char
Hello from Rome.
We are here in some internet cafe and checking up on the world. We unfortunately don't have a cable for our internet, and we can't post those tons of pics that we took over the last two days. We have done fun things over the last two days!
We started yesterday at St. Peter's and Cary's camera proceeded to have a senior moment and wanted to take a break from working. This frustrated him to no end, and I had to stop him from throwing it at a tourist. We got it working eventually, and he proceeded to snap away, and wait until we post the pictures. They're pretty amazing. While there we went to visit the tomb of Pope John Paul II, and there were a ton of people around it, and people left little notes by it. I was tempted to leave a note or two myself. We did not see the tomb of Jack Palance. Or Ed Bradley.
We then hauled butt back to the crib, ate some lunch (we've been eating in more than out these days so SEE mom! I can cook!) and went for a nice long walk to Piazza Navona which looks beautiful in the sunset. Cary took pics of some uber hot waiter guys (that will probably be framed on my side of the bed, heh). We then hiked over to the Pantheon, and we have some obsession for "there's someone in there" tombs. We've seen a few: Pope John the 23rd, St. Catherine of Siena. Cary says that he hasn't really appreciated history and geography as much as he does now that he gets to see it all go down. I have to agree with him, but I've always been a history nut.
After the Pantheon we went to the Trevi Fountain. Beautiful in nighttime as it is at night, it was crowded with tourists, and Cary threw in his coins into the fountain: "Among those who are unaware that the "three coins" were thrown by three different individuals, a reported current legend is that it is lucky to throw coins with one's right hand over one's left shoulder into the Trevi Fountain."
That was three monuments in a couple of hours and boy were we tired. So we passed out for the night and started up this morning with another ambitious agenda: The Colosseum, the Vittorio Emanuelle II monument, and the Spanish Steps.
The Vittorio Emanuele was kinda cool, a lot of stairs to walk on, and great views of the smog ridden skyline. Big horse. Big dude. We went around the back of it to the Roman Forum area. It's kind of interesting that they should say "this marks the site of the temple of castor and pollux" but it's only one column. Hm. I guess you have to use your imagination.
Note to self: wear your crocs or shoes that are very good to your feet. Do not, like these other fools, wear high heels or regular shoes. that's pretty silly, especially on the slippery rocks.
We went to the Colosseum next. Pretty cool, but we didn't actually pay to go in. It's 11 euros, which is rougly fourteen dollars, and it's, well, ruined. So we just cruised around the outside of it. We saw some fat gladiators who would probably be lion food in the first two minutes of stepping foot into the main floor. They were apparently also Cesar's Palace rejects, Cary notes.
Our last stop tonight was the Spanish Steps, always a beautiful place to hang out. I need to buy my post cards tomorrow so I can send those out ASAP! By then our feet were pretty busted, and you know that we can't hang with too much stress on feet, so we stopped for some lunch (he: lasagna and soup, me: caprese salad and soup).
Now we're on our way back to the apartment to watch more Italian MTV and chill with our handheld video games. It's pretty early so dinner is goign to be on order soon. Cary is going to buy some olives at the local Di Per Di store that we have come to love so much. We'll be back online hopefully before we leave so we can post more pictures, but we are also ready to get back to paris and have more Cafe Cremes. Yum
Okay kids, have a good evening, and talk to you all soon! I'll let you know when the pictures are ready!
Ciao for now,
Char/Cary
Greetings from Rome, people.
So far, we have been to breakfast and up and down the street looking for an internet cafe.
We are probably going to St. Peter today to see if God can rain some cash on us because being in Euroland is some expensive mess. Suffice it to say, we went grocery shopping last night to get some stuff to hold us over. 17 Euros for two or three meals is better than 17 euros each for a meal, right? We are accepting paypal donations, if you are so inclined.
Anyways, so far we have learned this about each other:
Cary gets skinny real fast. Char does not. Do anything fast.
Cary doesn't like to get lost. Char doesn't mind getting lost, but needs to stop every five minutes to consult a map.
Cary likes crazy french and italian taxi drivers. Char prays a lot on those rides.
Cary learned that if you order a 'cafe' it is small. Char had a coffee and now wants one all the time.
Cary thinks all the chicks are hot. Even the ones taking out out the garbage. Char thinks all the guys are hot. Except the ones taking out the garbage.
Cary and Char think the kids here are cute and sound like cartoon characters. Cary is convinced that we need to send our kids to boarding school here. Char says if we send them, then we gotta go too.
Char uses all the hot water. Cary does not like cold showers.
Cary likes to stay up late to watch the 1-900 commercials here. Char could watch MTV all day.
We like the grocery stores here. Tiny, efficient, and cute.
We also like wearing Crocs better than regular shoes. Italians and French think they are not cute.
That's it for now. We will try to post pictures from an internet cafe that is not so ghetto as this one is. There are private booths for stuff here. Intriguing.
Ciao for now, you brown cows!
Char\Cary
Finally we got our stuffs together, and we are going to start posting pictures on flickr. this is taking a while because we have to upload them one by one, and we are struggling to get that process done.
We went to do some laundry today; part of living at someone's place and being stuck in place that just loves to smoke, and god do we reek of smoke. Smoke gets in your hair, in your clothes, and melds into your skin in ways that just isn't right, i fyou know what I mean. I can't stand to think of what it would be like as a smoker, to reek like that on a regular basis. Yuck.
But that being said, we spent this morning at a cafe waiting for laundry to get done, and guess what people, I had my very first coffee ever. Yes, a cafe creme. It's sort of like a latte, but Cary says it's not like one at all. It tastes coffee-ish. It's not bad, I think I might not go ordering them left and right because I think the coffee we have at home is different than this coffee, such is life. But at the very least I can say that I had a coffee...once. In Paris.
Today's adventures included not only laundry, which quickly brought me back to my college days of doing laundry in laundromats (but ours had bars/snacks, etc, Go AGS!), but we also met another Filipino couple who were on their honeymoon...they were from San Diego. I always make it a point to try and help other couples with taking pictures of themselves because I personally hated taking a picture of Cary and then he'd take a pic of me, etc. If we could get someone to take our picture that'd be fly. So we met them, took their picture, they took ours. They were leaving Paris today and going to London. I said, ooh we're going to Rome. Husband looked down and said, Man I wanted to go to Rome. Ha. Rome is a great place, and I'm a little bit more excited to go there than to go stay in Paris. A few years ago I wouldn't have said that. But Rome is amazing.
Cary is enjoying himself so far on the trip; he's taking pictures of everything, and sometimes I'll take out my camera to take a picture, and then he'd take the same picture. So we have come to an understanding about what who's going to take what picture. Marriage: all about communication. Ha.
Today we went to the Arc de Triompe. It is much bigger than the one in Las Vegas, yes, Cary. It's comedy. Eiffel Tower? Bigger than the on in Vegas. Champs Elysses? Better than Market Street. WE went to FNAC again to do some shopping, and I picked up a CD set. Cary wanted to buy me the white PSP. No, he didn't, but I wanted him to. Oh well. Cary got some cool coats for winter time, and he picked up some scarves as well. He's a bigger shopper than I.
We also started taking the metro after walking around everywhere became ridiculously tiring, and I found myself getting back to the room, passing out at 8PM and waking up at 12AM to eat dinner. Metro is fun, and I'm trying to teach Cary how to do this in case he needs to learn how to take BART. It's fairly similar, but most of the stations here don't smell of pee like they do at home.
Which brings me to another point; last time I was here, I didn't see as many homeless folks, but they're here and there around the city. It's striking, really, as many of them are young. Everyone has told me to look out for the gypsies (and gypsy is a derogatory word, my friends), and you see the Roma everywhere in Europe. We encountered some in the metro, in the parks, begging for change, and not getting any at all. France is a fairly conservative country, and I know there's no love for the Roma here.
We headed to return some goods we bought at a Mac store, and found ourselves here in an internet cafe, both resting our feet as well as getting in touch with all of you. I'm about to run out of time here, but make sure you check the pics out. I'm going to send them all to the |Cary and Char go to Paris/Rome album right about now.
Peace and love,
Char/Cary
PS: Cary has a really bad sense of direction. But I love him just the same.
just finished posting something to you guys, but since i'm on a foreign machine, i clicked the wrong thing and lost it. crap.
in short, this is what it said:
Yinka Shonibare (please check this out, it's Cary's favorite thing in the Louvre next to the hot french chicks)
That's today's tale of the tape that just got erased, but hey, that's life for you.
Also a few notes from life in France: |
Okay that's it for now. I'm kinda miffed that my wonderful essay is totally gone, but hey, that's life, and what the hell am I doing here, I'm in Paris!
Tomorrow: Versailles and god knows what.
char
Hello again!
I having just risen from my nap, it is now 1:15 AM. The trip over didn't do crap for my jet lag, and here we are, having dinner at the crack of midnight. Such is life.
Allow me to start off by saying today's adventures come courtesy of Cary's Birthday. Yes, he's finally 30! Did I mention that we slept through dinner (we got back in around 8:30PM from our travels today) and Cary's now cooking a dinner of Alsatian goodies: kraut, bacon, sausage. It's supposed to be a microwave dinner, and despite his want of a microwave dinner there is no such microwave in the apartment. Hell, we're even stealing someone's internet.
Our apartment is in the 6th arrondisement, near St. Germain des Pres. There are tons of things to do here, restaurants, shopping, etc. This morning we awoke to scraping and hammering sounds coming from somewhere above us. It was already 10AM, so we took it to be a sign from God that we need to wake up. We walked over to Cafe de Flore, legendary for its tourist status as well as historical significance, had excellent coffee and tea, croissants and eggs with bacon, etc. We did some shopping. Okay I lied, *I* did some shopping. Nothing serious. A bag. I know, like I need another one, but it's a cheapie one and once I get my camera charged up we can have a looksie.
We walked along the Seine, marvelled at the Louvre and decide to check it out. People are swarmed about it like flies, my friends, and in my jet lag, I swore that it was closed, yet it wasn't. Wrong day. My bad. So we go to check it out, and kick it around the Louvre. Cary took many illegal pictures (some photography is not allowed, but not on his birthday, apparently). The Mona Lisa continues to draw a crowd, and there were plenty of security guards on hand to make sure you weren't trying to be slick and take a photograph. I spied an undercover guard as well, and that was intriguing to know they employ such guards.
As you walk through the Louvre, it's always a good thing to look left and right, but have you ever looked up? Many of the ceilings are ornately decorated...wait that's an understatement. They are overly uber decorated, and it's hard to tell which painting you really should look at. The Venus de Milo, for instance, had a swarm of people taking pictures of it from the front. So I took pictures of them. The people. I don't know, call me weird.
After the Louvre, both Cary and I started getting pretty tired, and we thought that we should get some food to fill the fridge. Eating out in Paris can be done for cheap, and we've been lucky thus far, but it can add up. We still have a few days here to go and more days in Rome to boot. The Monoprix, sort of an all you can shop for joint a la Target, offers a little lingerie shopping before you head to the grocery section, so it's kinda funny to walk through the store to pick up some olives and get a lacy to-do to go with it.
So onto my French. It comes back to me when I'm relaxed, but when I'm freaked out about asking someone something, I forget it. Cary is really good at saying keep it simple (stupid!) and he sometimes helps me figure it out. For instance, we went to FNAC and other stores like it to get an adapter because Cary's laptop needed to get charged. We had to ask about adapters and such, and after some struggle we got it (at Monoprix/Target). I get butt hurt everytime someone answers me in English, but I figure at the very least I offered to try first. Cary says that the people here aren't as funky as others say (BO counts as funky and it's been cold so funky keeps itself to itself, thank god). As a matter of fact, people have been downright nice, and really helpful. We don't as of yet have plans for tomorrow, but I'm sure we'll figure something out. STeal someone's signal to email you all the adventures.
I'm off to go to bed, tis about 2AM here and we're done with breakfast and going to try and get some sleep in for tomorrow. Oh and charge the batteries on our cams. Apparently in preparation for the trip we didn't pre-charge our cams and they died halfway through the day. Weak. pretty sad if you want to take pictures. We're going to have to find an internet cafe to share the pics, as of today we can't find a stable enough connection here to make it work. Hope you're all doing well. Postcards were bought today and I'm almost done writing them all out. You should receive it by....next month. Ha.
Char/Cary
TO THOSE WE WERE SUPPOSED TO CALL: because we were comatose from the plane ride and the nap, we were unable to get a phone card; we'll call you tomorrow AM, which means you'll probably be asleep and therefore mad to wake up but so thrilled to hear from us.
Sorry!
C/C
Hello cruel world! We've been in Paris a few hours now, and honestly we literally passed out when we got to our apartment. We just got back from dinner, but before I get to the good stuff, let me tell you about our sojourn thus far.
Let it be known that when we travel, whether together or apart, we both experience travel anxiety. I didn't know how bad Cary had it, but his was pretty bad. I wound up getting about 4-5 hours of sleep myself, and I wound up waking up pretty early to say goodbye to the folks. I had to shake Cary out of bed and we headed off to the grocery store to get some last minute goodies, and Joe, my brother, came by to get us to drop us off. Pretty normal, I'd say, for the course.
We wound up staying late to pack, and ran into some issues because Cary's bag is significantly smaller than mine. Since he doesn't like to pack (ask him, he'll verify it), I had to figure out what to put of his in mine. I know this sounds like nothing interesting, but fixing up his stuff made me lag in fixing my stuff. I wound up leaving critical elements at home, like my Lomo camera and I left my faithful travelling companion, Kitty, at home. Which isn't entirely a bad thing because she's already been to Paris, albeit it was without me.
So back to the airport. We get there, check in and make our way through security. Once at the gate, we forget that we have some ends to deposit and have to go all the way back to the check in counter area where the nearest ATM is. We hesitate and ask the TSA person if we can go through, and she assures us that it's okay. Note to self though: they are seriously anal about your liquid stuff in a quart-size bag. But not so much anal that they actually look at it; they just want you to declare it. We get called out for taking off our shoes, and we do like good citizen travellers, but no one ahead of us is asked to remove their shoes. I sense a bit of Croc-awareness. Let it be said that it is much easier to kick them off and put them back on when you add the time all up. We get teased by the TSa people (they were apparently in a jovial mood) for coming back through the line. We assure them it's because we really liked the experience. Sidenote: as a child I always dreaded going through the security gate because I was afraid I'd set it off and be whisked away. I still feel that to this day.
At any rate, life is good, we buy our water at the gate and board the plane. It's five hours to Detroit, where we'll board another plane and land another 7 hours later in Paris. Then it hits me, shit, that's a long time sitting. I shift uncomfortably in my seat. My backpack, overloaded with video games, magazines, and books, and way too many snacks is a potential roadblock because I have to reach down and grab for something new. I am always aware of how fidgety I am in airplanes and how that might annoy my seatmate (I'm sure Cary loves it too). Our seat mate on our trip to Detroit was a college student from some Michigan college who was trying to study Jacques Lacan philosophy. Poor guy had a presentation to do the next day and barely started. I feel like I'm back at work again. I wish him good luck, but not after schooling him on psychoanalysis.
We deplane and head over the gate for our next flight. It's now 8:30PM, Detroit time. We don't depart until 9:20, so Cary sees a sushi bar. Not one to turn down a good Uni, we stop in and order up. We finish around 9 (we were hungry), then make our way to the gate. Except there's no one there. I look at the clock. 9:05. I look at the LCD tv that is broadcasting the plane's departure time. 9:10. We scoot onto the plane with no further delay and settle in. RIGHt at the point where the engines start to rev because we are headed East, my friends, the pilot informs us that there is a bag that needs to be removed. I stop for a minute, think about the hundreds of Paris-bound people, and get immediately annoyed, and sustain it for the next hour that we are forced to wait. Security boards the plane, looks around at everyone. The airline, what are you supposed to call them these days, attendant spills the beans to another passenger that someone had a suspicious package that was leaking. All matters of terrorism float through my head. We try to be cool about it, then we find out that a painter left her thinner in her suitcase and it was leaking. Who the hell travels with thinner! Seriously! Then we head on.
While in the air, Cary and I keep ourselves occupied with video games and reading. He does the video game, I do the reading. Soon we get caught up in NWA's fancy schmancy games on the mini-tv screens, and wind up battling each other. I manage to sneak in some naps. Cary doesn't and is therefore ex-hausted! I also get sick in the plane, runny nose, headaches, bloody noses, etc. I figure it's the A/C, but know that there are a lot of wheezy sick people on this plane as well. Yuck. I feel a lot better now, but the trip was hell.
We deplane, find a taxi. We meet Chheang, a Thai cabbie who takes us into town towards our residence. We got majorly stuck in traffic, so we're bummed there. Cary falls asleep, I barely manage to stay awake. He drops us off. In the wrong place. WTF. I asked him if he knew where we were going and he says yes. I have no reason to doubt his master cabbie skillz, but damn. We have to lug suitcases and backpacks blocks away. I have to test my french in this situation and say in my kindest most polite voice: we are freakin lost. Luckily it helps that we snag a nice person who shows us where we should be, and it's a little jog away.
We are staying in the residence of a colleague of mine, and the studio is 4 blocks up. As in no elevator. Poor Cary was so miffed at this that he didn't talk to me. He also hasn't forgiven the driver for dropping us off in the wrong spot either.
What made up for it was the nap we took as well as the wonderful dinner we had. We made the mistake of leaving without our map, and we didn't want to get lost (after the cab incident) again. Cary had spaghetti bolognese, and I had ravioli di zucca (pumpkin). Good stuff, people. It is cold here in Paris, a little cooler than San Francisco, so the layers are paying off. Apparently it is freezing enough for some folks, but I think I'll make it through! Cary is doing well with his outfits, but he does note how well dressed everyone is here. i think we're going to do some man shopping later to make up for it.
At any rate, we're stealing signal from someone's internet, and I'm going to cut this entry a little short. We don't have much as far as pictures go just yet, but we're working on it, and we have a big day of walking ahead and anticipate some photos to be added to the gallery.
Hope you're all doing well! Wish you could be here with us!
Cary and Char
Packin' A, man. We have been getting ready to get out of dodge, and along with that always goes my incredible stress and insomnia that goes along with it.
I'm a pretty anal packer, and over the years I've gotten damn good at it: what to bring, what not to bring, what to not forget, what I can just get there, etc. It's fun getting ready and all, but it's a pain in the ass to bring it all together.
Last night I bought the quart bags for our carry-on liquids. Man, they're small. Oh well, I luckily have travel size lotions cause I just cannot get ashy! Also, I picked up more of the gallon bags (that's MORE like it!) and started labeling what goes in them. Cary's looking at me like I'm crazy, and I think he got overwhelmed and just passed out early. I stayed up, printed up the TSA list of what to pack and what not to pack. What a nerd. I printed all the postcard labels to my peeps who are on my must-get-a-postcard list.
Tonight is probably the point at which I line up my outfits and figure out what the weather is like so I can pack accordingly. I'll probably need to do one more stop at REI or Target.
At any rate, we'll be posting from Europe here, so you can 'come along with us!' and we'll also be posting pictures not here on the site, but probably on Flickr so you can get a look at the world through our eyes.
It's great that we can get away together, and we haven't vacationed together since our honeymoon almost two years ago. It's also his birthday which is nice...what a way to turn 30!
If you want to ask us questions or whatever, please feel free to put them in the comments! Thanks and we'll see you on the other side of the world!
Char