First things: we are in America. Yesterday, we survived four flights and traveled for over 24 hours. With five checked bags and two heavy carry-ons, I think we qualify for some traveling record. I'd like to nominate us for Eyes-Most-Dry-From-Flying and Most-Bags-of-Delta-Pretzels-Eaten-in-One-Day. But, before it slides too deep into the past, I wanted to talk about Switzerland. I wrote this on Friday, June 17 (shame, Alie), but here it is now. Let me just say that when I stepped out of bed tod…
Life has been crammed with delights, and with goodbyes, of late. There's been no time to write about them. I don't even have time for a summary of Switzerland, Paris, graduation, and our last days in Scotland, let alone a proper post. And here we are today, our last day in St Andrews. We will take one last walk on the beach, and we will notice everything like it was new. In the past couple days, we have eaten sticky toffee pudding and fish 'n chips from the best spots. We have walked to the post…
We drove through fields dripping with cold, fine rain today, and were completely thrilled. I sat looking out the car window in a haze of unbelief that I was back. Wet and wind-blown don't even matter. We're back in the 'drews, and relief is coming. For the first time in weeks, I had time to remove my nail polish, drink a big glass of water, and stop moving. I even used a sample cream mask while I dried my hair (maybe not the best idea due to hair's tendency to stick to cream). I even checked up …
gold. We opened our balcony door yesterday, and stepped out into a choir of cowbells and sweet mountain air. It's delicious here. Delicious, sunny, and cool. I want to bring it all home. Yesterday was a train day from Geneva into the mountain town of Wengen where our hotel is (howdy, 4 connections!), and about a quarter through our journey, a man with a thin moustache, red plaid shirt, suspenders, and felt hat with feathers walked by us on the train. I whispered Walk about four times in varying…
Heidi braids, red-checkered plaids, and yodeling were what I long imagined as Switzerland. Visions of my childhood reading come to life with a log-cabinesque structure and snow-capped mountains. Let me tell you---whatever you’d imagine as the complete opposite of a log cabin, that’s where we’re staying. Asian-inspired with the sweetest aromas floating in the air above our orchid, welcome to the world of supersonic elevators, leather headboards, and designer body milk. (In case you don't know, ho…
Each flight, I wish upon the stars I'm closer to hope that I'll be able to sleep, but I've never managed more than a couple hours on a red-eye. Two nights ago was a record-breaking 4 hours thanks to a few weeks of perpetual motion. The past two weeks have been hectic: running out the door, sweating in traffic, speed-walking through furniture stores, going through our 45 page lease too many times. Our car-bus-bus-plane-plane-bus-train-taxi ride yesterday, followed promptly by waking up at 5.45am …
We've been in America over a week now, and I've been thinking about blogging everyday, and writing tidbits here and there, but neglecting posting. You've probably wondered if the US of A has swallowed us whole. It has. As always when we're first back, I've covered my ears and squinted hoping the waves of noise and the gargantuan size of everything around me will suddenly shrink. After a few weeks, though, I'm used to it all, and loving the sun. We arrived two weeks ago and promptly started the e…