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Come read about all the fun we're having...
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| Tasty T-born steak, mmmmm |
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| Delicious Lumb! |
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| Meiji Shrine, Tokyo, Japan |
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| NOM NOM NOM |
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| Mexican for dinner! (with zebras) |
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| Harajuku candy shop |
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| Zima ztill zucks in Japan |
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| Yebisu Beer Museum |
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| Jefferson at a noodle shop |
So we did. But I don't like Port. I thought it was supposed to be
like wine - I tried the white and the red - and neither tastes like
wine to me. This tastes more like a strong alcohol - and that's not
something I handle well. Jeff liked it, though, so we had to try it.
Porto was a cute little town with only 2 downfalls: 1. It is very
hilly and although I am a big fan of downhill, I do NOT love anything
that makes me walk uphill. 2. We were both just getting colds of some
sort (not swine flu) from having too much fun for 2 weeks straight.
Lucky for me they have what is called a Foonicular. I've never heard
of it (or maybe I have and my brain dumped the info long ago before I
started hating uphill and realized this would be a good bit of info to
have...). A Foonicular is basically a godsend for lazy people. It's
a cart on tracks that takes you up and down hills. SO worth it. So
we just had to try the Foonicular - and since we had to go up hill to
get back to our hotel it was really a win win situation. So Porto was
cute for 2 nights and then we were off again, this time via Ryanair
(the airline so cheap that they will soon charge for you to use their
bathrooms in the air) to Paris, France.
Now Paris was just ok. I know it's supposed to be the most beautiful
and romantic and all that, but it was just ok. We saw some catacombs
- which are really gross if you think about it - we payed money to
walk through caves with thousands of dead peoples bones piled neatly
all around us. But also interesting - and of course we visited Notre
Dame and a museum and the Eiffle Tower. Then comes the reaaaaally fun
part of France! We went to Tours! This is the town closest to
Vouvray - where my favoritest wine comes from!! We got to rent bikes
(and of course it rained) and go around to different vineyards and
drink Vouvray (in Vouvray - the trend continues). It was awesome and
fun (biking on flat land is doable even for me) and we bought 3
bottles of yummy wine. We dropped Rocko's business cards in case we
could get something more interesting but the tastings were already
free. I was THIS close to having Jeff speak only in French to the
vineyards and tell them he was Rocko and to call anytime...mua ha ha -
that would have been hysterical. But we didn't. Promise.

This wedding pulled out all the stops. First, Sarah Wild and Ruth had
a civil ceremony in London - where they live. Jeff and I flew over
after visiting the tall, tall Dutch and attended the ceremony and the
awesome mini reception after at a bar/restaurant. Lots of champagne
and other drinks - a good time had by all but mostly by our friend
Mara. She had a waaaaay good time. :)
Sarah Wild's surprise wedding gift to Ruth was to order a double
decker bus to pick us all up the following morning and take us to the
airport (about 12 of us) with champagne and bagels and our own music
selection. That was a bumpy but fantastic ride! We had a slight
snafoo at the airport when Jeff and I realized we booked our tickets
for the wrong date but a 10 minute run two terminals over led to
purchasing more useful tickets and getting to Portugal on time. D'oh.
But we made it. Thank goodness.
We got to stay in not one but TWO, count them on your left hand, TWO
castles! First we stayed at the "other" castle about 20 minutes from
the one the wedding was going to be held at. This one was a bit more
rustic but beautiful and had a dungeon (which we couldn't go in - sad
for me). Showers were a little tricky in that the hose went wild and
sprayed the entire bathroom - and I hear I'm not the only one that had
this problem.
Then we moved to the main castle (or Pousada as the Portugese call
them). This was more modern and our wedding had the run of the entire
place. It was kind of like a dorm where people just walked from room
to room, left their doors open and generally had a great time. The
wedding was out on the deck portion of the Pousada (see new pics on
Photobucket of the wedding) - and lucky for our side of the bridal
party - we got to stand in the shade! Ha! The poor girls in blue had
to stand in and look towards the sun. I don't know how they did it.
Our good friend, Maan, from Kenyon performed the ceremony and did an
amazing job. Then we had drinks and appetizers and then moved onto
the main meal in a nice dining hall. The place cards were fantastic -
they used a picture of you to mark your name and seat. Most were you
with one or both of the brides, or some were just super old and funny
pics of you. I loved seeing a random old picture of me and Sarah -
and I liked that she had one of her and Jeff from last year for him.
Dinner was followed by a dancing reception with great music and an ice
luge. That's right - a dolphin shaped ice luge. I had to bail around
1 am (because I do that and I got a beer spilled down my dress by a
magician). But the party went on until 5 am. I don't know how people
do that and still get up for breakfast in the morning. All in all it
was a blast and then Jeff and I headed to Porto. More retro updating
on that in a bit...
Then we rode some bikes through a park to the museum in the middle - a
museum which has more Van Gogh paintings than even the Van Gogh museum
in Amsterdam. It was an awesome ride even if my butt hurt later and
we got rained on a lot.
Jeff was excited to eat Rice Tafel - some sort of thing you do when in
Holland per Jeff's family but it really turned out to be chinese food.
It was good, though.
We also ate the traditional food of the Dutch called bitter balls.
They were deep fried balls something yummy with some spicey mustard on
the side. YUM.
Lastly on the yummy food list was the last night we were there when
our friends cooked us a meal of mashed potatoes with endive and gravy
with sausage and bacon on the side. Goodness it was hearty but oh was
it good.
No, Rocko, I am not yet 400 pounds. But I'm getting hungry again just
writing about all this food. Next we were off to London and Portugal
for the two wedding ceremonies of my best friend Sarah Wild. But that
deserves it's own friendly update...
We started in Nuremburg, Germany where Jeff's distant cousins live.
We stayed with Kurt and Birgitte who were super nice and have a
beautiful apartment full of art. They were super generous and fed us
a LOT. Which I loved, but a girl can only consume so much. I
absolutely love me some German food! Brats and schnitzel and steaks
and potatoes! I heart here. Once, and not the last time, Birgitte
forgot I don't speak ANY German and just kept talking to me and Jeff
also forgot so I just nodded and smiled. He seems to forget a lot
that I have no idea what people are saying.
We also visited Jeff's grandma's cousin Paula - who loves snickers
bars. We had coffee and dessert at her house and I have to tell you,
I have no interest in having a garden but I love everyone's gardens
here. Her house and garden were beautiful. We also picked up Jeff's
Chicago cousin, Joann, and brought her along for the next two
countries.
Then we went off to Vienna, Austria to visit Jeff's friends Rene and
Frank. I loved it there! Vienna is a neat city but more importantly
Rene and Frank live in the best house EVER and it's about 100 feet
from a vineyard-restaurant (one of 16 in their neighborhood). Schmidt
is my new (and only) most favoritest Austrian wine producer. I'm also
contracting Frank to decorate and landscape my house if I ever have
one. He has done the most amazing job on their house and yard - and
we had the best time. Like Nuremburg, we toured Vienna and got a feel
for what a cool city it is. Plus here we got to eat lots of ice
cream. mmmmmm. We went to the summer palace of the old royalty and
saw a show on how apple strudel is made! Struuuudel! They even gave
us a little piece to eat. Again, Jeff forgot I don't know German and
kept looking at me during the German part of the show and laughing -
like I understand their jokes. Nope.
After that we visited Jeff's old TA from college, Jasmin, in Bern,
Switzerland. Although not a super happening town, Jasmin still gave
us a great tour and she can cook some good potatoes. We saw why Bern
got it's name (from an old king who killed a bear), shopped around but
bought nothing (waaaay too pricey for Joann and I), and brought along
some yummy Schmidt wine to share.
Now we're relaxing in Hanover with Jeff's old friend Mark. Mark has a
son named Tom who is hysterical. He keeps talking to me in German so
I just speak right back in English and nothing gets done - but we
still have a good time. Jeff is now able to identify the look I give
him that says, 'now is when you translate for me...'. Tomorrow we're
off to Holland to visit our favorite, and most tall Dutch friends -
and the whirlwind continues. More to come - more frequently too,
hopefully.