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We had such a busy weekend. I threw a bridal shower for Sarah yesterday and most of the weekend revolved around that. We had some great visits with Piper Jane and she outdid herself being cute for Jake on Father’s Day.
I have a packed day today, going to Long Island for my final bride’s maid dress fitting and then hopefully I’ll get back in time to tidy up my apartment. It is a disaster in here!
I have lots to blog this week. One more day in Europe, some cute pics of Pip and of course the shower! But in the mean time, here is a sweet little video Jake made of our trip to Europe. He did a good job considering he wasn’t really filming that often! It’s cute and it makes me miss our vacation. Life is hard back home!
Jake and Reagan Europe 2011 from Jacob Breinholt on Vimeo.
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That Wednesday in Barcelona was pretty laid back. We didn’t get back to our apartment until about 4 am, so we slept in and had a lazy morning. Here is one of my faults, I cannot sleep in. I was exhausted after dancing all night! Exhausted! But I still only slept in on my standards, and woke up around 9 I think. Jake is the opposite and can sleep in until noon even if he got to bed at a completely normal hour, so Stef and I went out and Jake stayed in and slept longer.
Stefanie and I went to this daily market they have right off of Las Ramblas. It was totally my kind of thing. Most of the vendors were selling meats, and Stef was begging me to try some of her favorite kinds, but ya know..meat is not really my thing. I was totally happy drinking fruit juices and browsing around.
Stefanie was happy to show me her favorite cheeses. I have always loved cheese, so I bought some delicious kinds. I don’t know the names.
“sugar dates and beats! sugar dates and pistachiooooooos!”. Name that movie! That is all I say in my head when I see this photo of dried fruit and nuts.
Here are a bunch of eggs. I thought this little shop was cute. I like eggs a lot, and I’m pretty sure these eggs were fresh from that day.
After Stefanie and I had some breakfast and hung out a little longer, she had to hop on the train to go back to Girona. I went shopping for a bit before going back to the apt to wake up old snoozie.
It started to rain again unfortunately, so Jake and I waited it out, and then we walked to Sagrada Familia. This cathedral was so big and so beautiful and like nothing else I’ve ever seen. Stefanie told us we HAVE to go inside, and we were so glad we listened. I was really just in awe. Gaudi’s work is one of a kind. still bummed about the park guell 
This is the ceiling of the Sagrada Familia
This is one of the doors entering the cathedral.
This is me standing in front of one of the doors entering the cathedral.
The whole outside has these different stone carved bible scenes. The soldiers gave me the willies!
On our walk home, I saw the apartment building I want to live in if I ever move to Barcelona. It’s the cutest. I’m going to live on the top floor.
The rain started to pick up again, so we stopped at some shops on the way home so Jake could get a few new things, and then we did nothing else but eat a fancy/delicious dinner and wander. I think I got a gelato.
Highlight of this day: eating real spanish green olives. my mouth is literally watering as I typed that.
We got back to Barcelona on Tuesday around noon and it was raining. We hadn’t had rain yet on our trip, so we couldn’t complain. We took a quick nap after checking in to our hotel (which turned out to be an apartment!) and then met up with Stefanie and Lila. We shared tapas for dinner, and then went over to Lila’s apartment to get out of the rain before going to a birthday party.
This was a really fun night. I had never experienced something like this before. Everyone in the room was from a different country, and Jake&I were the only people representing the states. Lila is from Argentina, Stef is from Spain, there were some girls from Sweden, a guy from London, some Canadians, some Irish guys…it was a pretty cool experience! We chatted and got to know some really cool people and then Lila and I got an itch to dance.
So, we went dancing.
Jake and I don’t really go out dancing. I mean, we haven’t really since we dated! Maybe once or twice, but I can’t think of anytime specific except for mayble the Boom Boom Room. Dancing in Barcelona was a blast! Everyone dances, hard. Everyone is so happy and the energy of the room was so cool! The music was fun and upbeat and you couldn’t help but jump and dance with glee! Hooray! Looking at these pictures makes me so happy! Lila and I were trying to see how high we could get our hair. It looks awesome!
Next month, Jake’s best friend is moving to Italy. Jake is bummed because they hang out a lot, and because his bud is a great guy. So I’m bummed too. When I found out he was moving, I suggested they do a fun man weekend trip. I feel like I get to do that stuff sometimes, and Jake never really does. So, they went to Utah. Mike is a born and raised east coaster and had never been to Utah. Here is a list of things they did…
Shot guns
Fished
Camped
BBQed
Hiked
Grew Beards
Drove quads
Road tripped to Arches National Park (I’ve never done this!)
It could not have been anymore manly, and I’m glad they got to do it, and I’m also glad I wasn’t there.
While he was away, my bestie Sarah stayed with me for the weekend. Here is what we did..
Ate sushi for two different meals
Saw Bridesmaids (and hated it. sorry, but we both hated it.)
Shopped
Practiced wedding hair again (she is getting married in a few weeks. and I’m the MOH!!)
Ordered in all of our favorite take out from when we used to be neighbors
And had a great visit with Pip
Sarah left on Sunday morning because she had a wedding make up trial, I had a nice long visit with Pippy that ended like this.
In fact, Monday’s visit ended like this too.
Sunday night I hung out with Jen and played with her hair since she was going to a big fancy Tony party
And Monday afternoon I completed the most incredible parallel parking job I’ve ever done. I look at this and it almost makes me cry, I’m so proud. Jake could get in this spot with his eyes closed, but it has taken me 6 years of living in the city to master parallel parking. I think I’ve finally done it.
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I think one of my favorite days of the whole trip was our last day in Paris. We got out of bed bright and early, 6ish, and headed out the door for a busy and beautiful day. We went straight to the Eiffel Tower. We both wanted to see it again, because we were so in awe of it. It was a great idea to go so early, because except for the pidgies (pidgeons) we had the place to ourselves. It was so fun! We goofed like a couple of Pipers! (we learned from the best.)
Confession. I was obsessed with the Eiffel Tower. I gasped every time I saw it peaking over buildings. Walking underneath it was like walking under a rainbow. I seriously had no idea I would have that kind of reaction to seeing it in real life. To be honest I knew I wanted to see it, but I really wasn’t like clamoring to get there. It’s spectacular.
After old Eiffie-pants, we went in search for the best pastries we could find. There were two specific places I was reccomended to and really wanted to try, and thanks to the closed on sunday rule, we only got to try one of them. But it was heaven so I forgive. The one we didn’t get to try was called Le Pain Chocolat (or something close to that), which is pretty famous, and the one we did try was Le Boulanger Des Invalides.
We walked into the beautiful bakery and were welcomed with the smell of warm, sweet bread. I love bread. I really, really love bread. We sat outside and shared a basket of a few different pastires. My two favorites were the apple filled one and the chocolate croissant. Perfectly butter, sweet, soft and flaky. Good job Paris. I feel like someone in Paris should curtsy.
After breakfast, Jake and I split up. He was sick of sneezing 20 times a minute, and I wanted to go to the flea market. Jake went back to the hotel, took some stop-sneezing medichine and slept for a few hours, while I flead. I went by myself. I felt pretty special finding my own way there, getting on the metro by myself, switch trains at the appropriate stations, and navigating through street signs to get to the right place. I made it there and I sort of thought that I would just suddenly be flluent in french thanks to my first official lone french adventure, but no. Dang.
The Paris flea market was awesome. It was also huge. I only got one thing, an adorable pair of red vintage shorts. They are pretty tiny, but I couldn’t resist buying them. I mostly had fun wandering around and searching through things. People were so friendly and kind to me. Especially because I was alone and I think I was smiling nonstop. Sidenote: We did meet a few rude people throughout our trip, but I was surprised at how much nicer and more friendly everyone was compared to the things I’ve heard. It’s similar in New York though. I always heard that New Yorkers were a-holes, but that just isn’t true. I think people here are the best.
Back to the flea. I was relieved to not be too tempted there. Most of the great finds were furniture, and I obviously wasn’t going to be carrying on a sofa on the flight back to Barcie, so I just enjoyed the morning stroll instead of being so obsessed with finding treasures. I couldn’t believe how cheap everything was, and in such good condition! The same items but in worse condition would be sold for 10 times the amount at the Brooklyn flea, and that my friends, is the truth.
I think this yellow chair is cute in a really hideous way. I wish it were in my guest bedroom. It’s like the tassel wearing exotic dancer of chairs.
This reminds me of strawberry shortcake. Didn’t she have a kitchen piece kind of like this? Same kind of shape?
After Jake evaluated the pros and cons of not sneezing vs sneezing, he decided to risk it and go out with me. We had a pub lunch, went to Laduree and then walked to the river.
There is this bridge, which I called the Lovers’ bridge (but I’m not sure what the real name of the bridge is) where people put their names on a lock, hook it onto a link and then throw the key in the bridge. It was cute. In the 3 or 4 minutes it took us to walk across the bridge, I probably said “aww, cuuuute” a good 20 or 30 times. At least.
I had to take this photo, because my good friend Lacy and I call each other “Mei”. It’s been our nicknames for each other since highschool. Jake said “look, I found Mei!”. This is for you, Mei. (sounds like “meh”.)
We walked along the river until we found a good spot. Then we congratulated each other with high fives for finding a good spot.
We then proceeded to sit on the river for probably 4 or 5 hours. We would wave to tourist boats and see how many people would wave back. Then I finally learned how to whistle good. Real good. AND nice, too.
When I say I learned how to whistle, I want you to know that it’s the real whistle! Like the kind that dads do at little league games. You know, the dads who have their t-shirts tucked into their jeans and then they have a cell phone clipped onto one of their belt loops and wear a Livestrong bracelet? The LOUD whistle. The kind you’re always wanting to show off and if you’re not showing off, it’s because you can’t do it in which case you are sick with jealousy. I’ve always been that person, the jeal one. I’m here friends, to tell you that it’s not too late to learn how to do the loud sexy whistle. I started practicing about a month ago by watching different instructional youtube videos. I just practiced and practiced. Who knew all I ever needed to perfect the loud sexy whistly was a boat full of tourists?
All that sexy whistling made me exausted, so I whipped out my pretty box from Laduree to boost my energy. Contrary to hearing that it’s overrated, I beg to differ. I have never had better Macarons.
This little pink cookie in my hand, was rose petal flavor. I couldn’t believe I was tasting a rose! It was crazy eating something that tastes exactly how a rose smells. It wasn’t the most delicious of the box, but it was the coolest and the fanciest.
That’s it for Paris. All we did after that was eat a couple of crepes.
Now here is a cute picture of Jake making a kissy face! I think guys should start making kissy face photos their facebook profile pics. You know, like girls do. If that ever happens, this will be Jake’s.
Some of this post is going to be scary! You’ve been warned, friends.
Day three in Paris was a Sunday, and true to what I heard, everything is closed in Paris on Sundays. We went to TWO bakeries I was dying to try, and both were closed. I was so bummed! And Jake was literally sneezing blood from allergies, so he wasn’t happy either. Man, poor Jake. I am so glad I don’t have allergies. Basically none.
So, we walked around for a little bit, found a breakfast cafe, ate omlettes and hopped on the train to see the Paris Catacombs. This was the only above ground metro station we saw while we were in Paris. There is only one in all of Manhattan, at 125th and Broadway. It’s nice to wait for your train and still be outside. I like what I see.
This is the scary part. BONES!
The Paris Catacombs have 6 million people worth of bones down there. It stretches for miles and miles underneath Paris.
The craziest thing for me about the catacombs, is that the bones are beautifully organized. Almost like art! 
It really was creepy down there! These bones were hundreds of years old. It was kind of sad to think that they were real alive people.
While we were walking through, there were drips of water coming from above. One landed on my head and I scrame. Scrame is the past tense of scream.
One of the craziest parts of the catacombs, is that when you come above ground again, you are in a totally residential neighborhood. I don’t know if I’d want to live above that. Plus, look at the adorbale balloon arch! Thanks to my good friend Jon for suggesting we see that catacombs. It was one of the coolest/most interesting sight of our whole trip.
Next we walked up to the Luxemburg Gardens. This kind of reminded me of Central Park in a way. There was a big lawn where people were working out, laying around, eating picnic lunches and kissing. We got a picture but I can’t find it.
My favorite part of the Luxemburg Gardens, was this fountain right in the middle. There were kids everywhere with little toy sailboats. They would push them futher into the fountain with bamboo sticks. I really adored watching the kids there. So cute! We could have stayed there all day watching them play and laugh.
This little spot was so cool! There was so much shade and the reflection was awesome. This was the old person hang out, btw.
Next we went wandering around the Marais for a while. We ate lunch and did some vintage shopping and then went back to our hotel to freshen up and clean the possible bone dust off our bodies. Bleh! We picked up some picnic foods and then took the metro to Butte Chaumont! We loved that park! It was definitely a locals kind of park. I think we were the only non locals there. This park is huge and so interesting. There are hills and pathways and ponds and bridges all over. In fact, the hills are high enough that you actually can get a pretty nice view of Paris. It was probably the best picnic spot we found.
We ate our cheese and grapes and jam and baguette and chocolate filled cookies (they were amazing! they were store brand even haha!) while the sun went down. I saw some young girls practicing roundoffs and cartwheels at the bottom of the hill. I could not stop myself from doing a few. It’s been years! I can’t believe I used to be able to do a roundoff back handspring combo. Granted, the roundoff back handspring combo was only possible on a very good day, I was always a little timid with it, but now I’m so rusty! I want to take a tumbling class like old times!
Welp! That’s all for Paris day 3. I think we went back to the hotel and watch funny french tv. We watched this show where a woman cheated on her husband with another woman. Then there was a woman dressed like a ninja. It was a really good show.
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We started out our second day in Paris by eating chocolate croissants. Surprise, surprise…they were delicious. Like, mad-delicious. Just like everyone says they are. They’re light, they’re buttery, they’re flaky, they’re perfectly soft on the inside, and the chocolate is real chocolate. Not some sort of cheap sauce. I fought the urge to immediately follow my chocolate croissant breakfast, with a chocolate croissant lunch and we went on a walk.
We spent pretty much our entire holiday (hooray!) outside, so a lot of that time was in parks. We walked to the Tuleries, which was not too far from our hotel and spent a good part of the day there. I loved the Tuleries. I saw every French cliche there! Different couples kissing, people carrying around baguettes, berets and poodles.
The Tuleries are really beautiful. Here we are at the entrance, where you can see several famous Parisian buildings behind us, like the Louvre. There are beautifully sculpted shrubs and bushed and statues all over the Tuleries, and although there was lots of construction going on in a few different parts, it was one of my favorite places in Paris.
After taking more high 5 pics, I went to pick up my bag and I found a ladybug on it! 
I begged her to crawl around on me for a minute, because a) I was worried she’d pee on my bag and b) she matched my nail polish.
I got rid of her after a few pictures, because I learned on our last trip to the smokey mountains that ladybugs bite and it actually hurts.
We then wandered through the garden and found this amazing carousel. This was the first one out of 3 that I saw. I can’t decide which was my favorite. They were all so pretty and cute. Since the top two ways I describe myself are “fun-loving” and then “cute-loving”, I of course loved these carousels.
If you’re wondering, yes, I rode the carousel.
We hung out at this fountain for probably an hour or more. The park chairs they have are so comfortable, it was a beautiful day, it felt good to relax and also there were adorable french kids running around everywhere! I saw one kid throw a french tantrum and it was hilarious. I could never take that seriously if it were my child. Way too polite and well-mannered of a tantrum. 
We ate lunch at an outdoor cafe and then walked accross the bridge to Notre Dame. The line to go inside moved very quickly, so we did go inside. It’s gorgeous in there, and soo old! Like, older than America-old.
Funny story about this photo. Jake used a little pocket tripod for most of the photos that you us together in. He was practically laying down on the ground to focus this picture. It borderline cause a major scene. People were walking up behind him trying to figure out what he was doing on the ground. In the 20 seconds it took him to get it all set up, there were probably 30 people behind him staring curiously. Once they realized it was for a picture they were able to finally relax. Then they looked at me and I curtsied. 
After Notre Dame (which, don’t be mad, but we didn’t go to the top. The line was gastly.) We wandered around for a few hours. We actually ended up getting into an argument because Jake was having horrendous allergies, really the worst I’ve ever seen, and I was being extra doddley. We sat on a bench in front of a fountain in the Marais for about 45 minutes not talking to each other before we decided not to be mad anymore and go feed each other cheese. We walked back to our neighborhood, went to the grocery store and bought a variety of delicious things for our picnic. We ended up picnicking in our hotel because we were wiped, and it was probably one of my favorite meals of the trip!
Per Zannah’s reccomendation, we ate the Cantal and the Brillat-Savarin. The second cheese was our favorite and we ended up having probably 3 picnics including that cheese every time. I miss it!
Did I mention Zannah? And Lindsey? They were amazing and gave me the most wonderful suggestions for our vacation. I saved their emails in the note app on my phone and used them throughout our whole time in Paris. Thank you both so much!
PS there are often questions about Jake’s photography and camera gear. You should read his blog! He talks about photography often and is actually doing a HUGE giveaway with a very expensive camera bag right now. Head on over!
While we were gone, Pippy found out her own little secret fort under her crib! We were so tickled to see her causing chaos under there when we walked in. It was the perfect scene to greet us after missing her the whole time we were in Europe. It was so good to see her.
Highlights from the visit:
Piper’s hair definitely grew while we were away. I should know because I’m obsessed with hair, especially hers.
Piper’s new pillow pet that she got for her birthday from her friend Spencer.
Piper Jane being reunited with Jake’s shoulders, and her beloved iPad.
Piper Jane watching Tangled and loving it as much and I do.
Pippy cuddling with me and falling asleep. I could not stop kissing her. I wish I were kissing her now!
Pippy wearing her new clothes that I got her from Spain. An appropriate Pippi Longstocking shirt, and the baggy Hammer pants that all the kids wear in Barcelona. I loved this kid style there Pip would have fit in.
We were really sad our vacation was over, but Piper Jane made us glad to be back. And she also made me want to make a fort like hers.
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The day after we landed in Barcelona, we flew off to Paris! It was too soon, but I was so excited for Paris that it didn’t really matter to me. It was kind of a weird way for us to do things, but it worked out in the end.
We got to our hotel, which was more of a boutique style place, and it was tiny! That is coming from a New Yorker. I know tiny, and this room barely had space for our suitcases, our bed was actually two twin beds pushed together, and look at the veranda! If I would have had a big lunch, I wouldn’t have been able to fit through the doors. Jake didn’t even try. I love this picture to remind me of how funny that hotel was. It wasn’t even the space that made it a problem. It ended up being much farther of a walk than I expected it to be (it was near the opera house) to get anywhere, and the internet connection was very patchy. I stressed terribly that I wouldn’t be reachable if Blythedale (or Pip’s temp guardians) needed me. In the end, it worked out fine because no one ever needed me and because remember? Jake and I are New Yorkers! We walk everywhere and like it! We decided we walked over 50 miles in the 4 days we were in Paris, easily, at least, no question, case closed. Period.
See the veranda? Silly veranda!
We ate an early dinner and walked to the Eiffel tower. This just seemed like an easy thing to do the first day, because after getting settled in and eating, it was borderline too late to do much else. We had a really fun walk to the tower, and the light as the sun went down was dreamy. Literally, it felt like a dream being welcomed to Paris for my first time like this. Friends forever Francie-pants!
Guys, Jake never complains about all the high five pics I want to take. He unknowingly makes a face that clearly states “again?”, but he never says anything. That’s talent. It’s almost impossible for me not to imediately blurt out what my face is saying. If my face is saying “again”, my mouth is saying it too. Then I have basically no case to argue.
See that light? Dang!
Hello Seine river! Nice to meet you! Also, nice to know that my East River and Hudson River aren’t the only rivers that are a lovely brown color! You’re brown too….you’re brown too.
Nice to meet you, Eiffel Tower, too! Except this random guy walked up to me and pretended to give me a rose, and would not let me say no. “You very beautiful! Take it!”. So finally I agreed, then he followed us until Jake paid him, but actually he followed us longer because he didn’t think Jake paid him enough. It was terrible. The vendors are even MORE persistant/robbie than New York ones. Or maybe they just have different tricks. I’ve never been taken like that here! I literally never looked at anyone in the eyes a single time for the rest of the trip. Even when I was buying something. Eyes closed very tightly. 
I got over it because look at how cool the Tour De Eiffel is! I was a touristy mess over this place. Jake too, we went back our last day in fact. You’ll see.
I’m pretty sure we then ate nutella crepes and watched funny dramatic French movies with no sub-titles in our tiny, snuggly hotel room.
We landed in Barcelona around 7am, which was probably for the best because since we were so excited to see everything, we were able to stay awake the whole day and avoid jet lag. It’s a 6 hour time difference, and although it wasn’t anything to adjust to Spain time, it’s been hard to be back in NY! The day we got back I had to go to bed at 7pm and I’ve been waking up at ridiculous times, like negative million o’clock in the morning. The nerve!
Anyway, I had to force myself not to pee my pants out of excitment when we got there. I’ve waited 27 years to go to Europe and I could not wait for this trip another minute. Hooray that we went and double hooray that I didn’t pee. That is always an achievement. For me at least.
So, even though the devil was trying to ruin my trip by making a bottle of lotion explode all over all of my clothes inside my suitcase, I was still able to enjoy our first day in Barcie-pants. We explored and wandered and awed at the cuteness. I was immediately impressed with the cleanliness of the streets, the beauty of the buildings and the mellowness of the people! I liked Barcelona within minutes of meeting it. Friends forever.
(There are such fun details to everything in Europe. It is a dream destination for a picture ham like me! So many things for me to play pretend with..so many ways for me to act silly. I almost exploded with the sills, y’all!)
I thought New York’s buildings were close together, but Barcelona and Paris take the cake there. If the buildings had hands, they’d easily be able to give each other a cute building version of high fives all day long. I found myself wanting to take pictures in every narrow ally-way we came accross. Sometimes I’m puzzled when I see tourists taking photos in front of random buildings/streets in NYC, but now I get it. To a newcomer, everything is cool and special.
Barcelona has beautiful cathedrals everywhere. It blows my mind thinking of the genius and hard work that goes into building something like this. Espesh like a thousand years ago. Who does that?
Barcelona’s Arc de Triomf. I loved this thing! Plus we saw an adorable French couple taking pictures of each other there. They were giddy in love. Jake offered to take a picture of them together, and they were soooooo happy! They didn’t really speak much English, but the boyfriend said “I try to understand you…you want to help us? It’s no problem!”. And smiled so big! They literally skipped off together holding hands. I cried. You would have too. Plus Jake and I quoted the whole exchange for the rest of the trip. ‘You want to help us?’, he he he.
Guess you had to be there..
We stayed at the Hotel Curious right off of Las Ramblas. Thank you for your suggestions everyone! It was great advice to stay (and eat) near, but not on Las Ramblas. We really liked our hotel for the first night before we went to Paris, and were sad they didn’t have availability for the rest of our trip when we got back. The veranda was perfect and we had a sweet little view of a pretty street.
Oh, did I mention I brought Jake with me on the trip? You would hardly know, because he is always behind the camera. I feel guilty, but I’m a rubbish photographer. I’m also a rubbish model, but I still love to get my picture taken for some reason. 
Ok, looking at this picture you might think it is a great view of Barcelona, but really this picture makes me very very sad. It is in connection with the biggest disapointment of the trip! My favorite part of vacation is seeing different city parks so I was extremely excited to see Gaudi’s Park Guell. We tried to go on the first night, we took the metro and then walked about 25 minutes uphill (and up about 300 stairs) to get there. Then we got there (so we thought) we were very underwhelmed. It was an amazing view, but it didn’t look at all like Gaudi’s work! I started thinking, am I at the wrong park? Was I the park I’m thinking of called something else? Who am I?
I talked to Stefanie about it later, and the problem is that there just aren’t very good signs there. This is basically the tip of the park, and you have to search to get to the main part. We kept trying to go back when we came back to Barcelona, because I realllllly wanted to do it more than anything else, but the only times we could do it during the day, it would start to rain. So, yeah…I don’t really like this picture as much as I should. Sad.
Weird that I’m ending my first vacation post on a sad note! haha. It actually wasn’t a sad vacation at all. So pheww!
I need to take time to mention that if you haven’t gotten yourself a Jake yet, you should really get on that. On top of all his coolness, he takes awesome pictures, which seriously makes vacation (and vacation memories) better. Plus he is scrumptious and good at that kissing stuff that I enjoy so much.
Crap! I keep meaning to call vacation “holiday” instead like they do in Europe, but I always forget. Just like I forget to say “brilliant” instead of “awesome”. But I just wrote this whole post using “vacation”, and I’m not going through it.
I decided to post each day of our holiday, which is probably a little overkill, but I want to, so there. Get excited for lots of pictures of me and sometimes Jake standing in front of stuff!
Hooray!
