As seen in my photo, everyone was very ready to go. Exhausted- we were on our way home...I am actually writing this entry over a month after our return. It has been a rough month-to say the least and Europe seems like a year ago. Because this is a blog and I feel as though I am speaking to cyberspace I will divulge my secrets. I was pregnant on the trip...about 9 weeks. This is why Tom came, because he was trying to do the romantic and "right" thing. How exc...

I went to breakfast and then I went back to bed. It was amazing. I spent the day alone-roaming the streets of Brussels and buying things. I traded my coat for a much warmer one and then was swindled into buying poorly made men's shirts. I went to the Yves St Laurant exhibit and wished I owned everything in the place. On my way back to the hotel I ran into Heather and she and I went out for Indian. We talked about our real lives in Omaha and it was good to be c...

Tom left at 5 this morning...I think we got two hours of sleep. So again, I am utterly exhausted and on a bus with Christian the most talkative tour guide ever. The brewery this morning was also very educational. I also learned that self-righteousness and snobbery is a universal human quality. Our tour guide-who may have been drunk-definitely was a my way(natural brewing) or the highway. He had little time for nonsense. He did know his stuff. However, this ...

Tom was graciuosly allowed to join us on our Brugge Excursion. I could tell the jetlag was hitting him, but he was a trooper. Brugge was incredible. The history, the buildings, the art- it was all incredible. Christian, our guide, met us in the morning to accompany us on our bus ride. My love for him dwindled. He talked-loudly-the entire ride. Everyone was over it. I did enjoy much of his history and information while in Brugge but I was dying to break aw...

Today I was again, ultra exhausted. I woke up to news we kind of sorta had free time until 12:30pm. Thanks be to the Universe, I drug myself up to my room for a nap. About 20 minutes later, my hotel phone rang and the front desk tells me I have someone waiting for me. There were a few people I thought it was and I took my sweet time coming down there prepared to tell them I was definitely not shopping- but sleeping. Instead I was greeted by my jet-lagged par...