Aloha to you all (and apologies for disappearing without a word of farewell). My family and I (along with my older sister’s crew) have been sprawling our collective way through a last minute European tour–already dubbed Eurolap 2009. The trek started in London, barged through Belgium, down through Germany, reached the bowels of Rome, looped back up the Italian coast, and sliced through France. Currently, we are all in Oxford, tongues lolling, chests heaving.
We clocked more than 3000 miles of certifiable research in eleven countries–profitable, glorious, hilarious, excruciating research. Robberies in Rome, car-wrecks in Monaco, the tunnels of Brussels, the Grund of Luxemburg, the nefarious ways of Italians . . . I remember them all like they were yesterday. Because they were.
Tomorrow, we hop into a tube of steel and rodeo our way through the turbulence home.
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