<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:12:38.272+02:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Amsterdam'/><category term='Tennis'/><category term='Romania'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='Change of Seasons'/><category term='Egypt'/><category term='Everyday Stuff'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='France'/><category term='Swiss Alps'/><category term='Skiing'/><category term='Scotland'/><category term='Switzerland'/><category term='Czech Republic'/><category term='Turkey'/><category term='Azerbaijan'/><category term='Monaco'/><category term='Our Flat'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Basel'/><category term='Best Of'/><category term='Visitors'/><category term='Ireland'/><category term='England'/><category term='Germany/Austria'/><title type='text'>Maria and Nate's European Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-1027715628132568793</id><published>2010-07-27T19:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:17:24.336+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><title type='text'>the Louvre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Louvre. Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 408px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/038.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my opinion, the grandest museum of them all.  The oldest museum in Europe, it contains some of the most recognizable art in the world under its roof.  And trust me, it's a big roof, covering over 652,000 square feet!  So much to see and so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=274.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 682px; height: 382px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/274.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Louvre contains prodigious paintings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 619px; height: 464px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/218.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spectacular sculptures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Statues.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 522px; height: 425px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/Statues.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ancient artifacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=318.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 503px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/318.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the Louvre contains the most famous painting of all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mona Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MonaLisa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 629px; height: 340px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/MonaLisa.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In person, it's not really that big, but it's still extremely popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=243.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 350px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/243.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Louvre also contains two of the most famous sculptures in the world, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Venus de Milo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winged  Victory.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FamousStatues.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 634px; height: 440px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/FamousStatues.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Michelangelo's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;, I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winged Victory&lt;/span&gt; is the most impressive statue I've seen in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=291.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 396px; height: 561px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/291.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Louvre also provides an opportunity to tour the apartments of Napoleon III.  Can you find Maria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=349.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 434px; height: 576px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/349.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of our favorite, but less famous, pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=257.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 407px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/257.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=208.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 476px; height: 236px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/208.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=294.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 520px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/294.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=282.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 555px; height: 415px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/282.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 481px; height: 360px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/295.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most fascinating pieces in the museum is actually two  paintings.  These paintings are hung back-to-back.  One painting depicts  the front of a scene with David about to cut off Goliath's head.  The  second painting depicts the back of the same scene.  Pretty clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MirrorPainting.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 805px; height: 302px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/MirrorPainting.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=370.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 607px; height: 340px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/370.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing in front of the top of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a column from the audience hall  of the palace of Darius I.  You may be familiar with King Darius, he's  the guy that threw Daniel into the lion's den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=298.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 524px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/298.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 612px; height: 343px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/285.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jesus was one of the favorite subjects for many paintings.  For some reason, the painters of old really struggled to paint babies.  I'm not even sure if a mother could love these babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=381.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 363px; height: 482px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/381.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=247.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 455px; height: 340px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/247.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked ladies were another favorite subject.  Here are two of the more famous naked lady paintings that you're ever going to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FamousNakedLadyPaintings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 599px; height: 268px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/FamousNakedLadyPaintings.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a brick panel from the city of Babylon constructed during the time of King Nebuchadnezzar, another one of Daniel's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=317.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 652px; height: 365px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/317.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made you blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=249-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 412px; height: 549px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/249-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=261.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 666px; height: 499px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/261.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=RoomofStatues.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 535px; height: 599px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/RoomofStatues.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have the opportunity to visit the Louvre, we highly  recommend it.  But we must warn you, it's amazing how sore your feet will become after walking around  any museum for several hours.  We've walked miles on ancient  cobblestone streets and hiked miles through the Alps, but my feet are  always more sore after walking through a museum!  Must be the slow  shuffling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 313px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/352.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with sore feet, you should put the Louvre on your bucket list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-1027715628132568793?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/1027715628132568793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=1027715628132568793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1027715628132568793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1027715628132568793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/07/louvre.html' title='the Louvre'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/th_038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-4057817404591612878</id><published>2010-07-25T16:22:00.019+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T13:51:38.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><title type='text'>Paris Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We first visited Paris on Valentine's Day 2009.  In case you don't remember this earlier trip, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/search?updated-min=2009-02-01T00%3A00%3A00%2B01%3A00&amp;amp;updated-max=2009-03-01T00%3A00%3A00%2B01%3A00&amp;amp;max-results=2"&gt;click  here for a refresher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  However, since the weather was dreadfully cold during this visit, we decided to make another trip when the weather was a bit warmer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=140.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 479px; height: 636px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you clicked on the above link, you probably noticed that we took lots of pictures with the Eiffel Tower, but we did not actually go up the Tower.  On this trip, we made it our goal to go up the Tower!  As we walked from our hotel to the Eiffel Tower, we stumbled across the Royal Palace Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 637px; height: 357px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden was so relaxing that we decided to sit and take a break in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 558px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Paris is a very "artsy" city, I also stumbled across some art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 416px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upgrading my picture partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 446px; height: 593px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the weather was much warmer on this trip than our  previous visit.  The fountains outside the Louvre looked so refreshing that we decided to take another break and stick our feet in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 521px; height: 692px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=054.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 593px; height: 332px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 562px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking along the Seine River, for what felt like several miles, we finally made it to the Eiffel Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 449px; height: 595px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I was able to talk Maria into climbing the tower!  Based on her big smile, I think I took this picture of her on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EiffelTower-Up.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 441px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/EiffelTower-Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tower actually has three levels.  This picture was taken on the first level, about one-fourth of the way to the top, but lots of steps from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 442px; height: 331px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finally made it to the second level, about half-way to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 525px; height: 294px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, the views of the city made it a fantastic place to take a long break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=120.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 380px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both happy to be able to take a break and enjoy the amazing views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 323px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria is trying to point at a person on the ground to give you an idea of the view from the tower.  The people looked like ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 476px; height: 356px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we were still a long way from the top.  Unfortunately, the elevator line to the top was extremely long, so we decided to skip the very top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=EiffelTower.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 441px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/EiffelTower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After descending the tower, we hopped on the subway to Montemarte in order to catch the sunset over the city.  In order to reach the Sacre-Coeur for the best views of the city, we had to climb a few more steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 580px; height: 433px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extra climbing was well worth the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 307px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a good night's sleep, we had planned for the next two days of our trip to be spent exploring the city's many museums.  As we attempted to purchase a two-day museum pass, the store clerk informed us that all museums would be closed the following day due to Labor Day!  This was an inconvenient surprise, but even more puzzling, since the next day was a Sunday.  As a result, the only museum we were able to visit was the Louvre.  We need a whole blog post just to share all of our Louvre pictures, so I'm going to skip ahead to our last day in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 658px; height: 368px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the Notre-Dame cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 711px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Notre-Dame cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=403.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 459px; height: 611px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cathedral's twin towers and the "Kings of Judah" statues.  These statues represent the biblical kings of Judah, but were mistaken for the French kings during the French Revolution.  Keeping with the guillotine craze of the day, the citizens stormed the cathedral and decapitated each of the kings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=411.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 603px; height: 338px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria enjoying the cathedral's flying butresses.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_517"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 401px; height: 533px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some very Parisian-looking apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 616px; height: 345px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly realized that the French Labor Day was a blessing in disguise, because we were really able to enjoy and experience the ambience of the city.  Here, Maria is demonstrating how to best enjoy the ambience of the Tuileries Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 520px; height: 389px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria took this picture from the Louvre courtyard, one of our favorite spots to relax in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 387px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we also relaxed by the Seine River with one of Maria's Parisian friends, Elo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SeineRiverbankinParis.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 709px; height: 358px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/SeineRiverbankinParis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch your breath, because the Louvre blog is next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-4057817404591612878?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/4057817404591612878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=4057817404591612878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4057817404591612878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4057817404591612878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/07/paris-again.html' title='Paris Again'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris/th_140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-3175638463948385776</id><published>2010-07-06T22:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:38:40.890+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>A Little 'Taste' of Europe and Beyond...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We apologize for the long delay between posts!  We've been traveling the past few weeks, so our time to blog has been limited.  Before we begin a series of posts about our most recent travels, we wanted to share a post that has been a long time in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess that I enjoy food (Just so there's no confusion, this is Nate, not Maria!).  I will try any food at least one time and there are no foods that I really despise.  My grandmother Diering is to blame for this behavior.  From an early age, my grandmother made me try escargot and other exotic delicacies.  At the beginning of my relationship with Maria, I often joked that, "You can't spell Diering without F-O-O-D."  At first, she didn't understand what I meant, since she comes from the pizza/hot dog/chicken tenders school of thought.  However, after sharing enough meals with me, she now understands what I meant.  Needless to say, I'm no longer allowed to use this expression, except on very, very special occasions.  So, with that being said, I very proudly present the food blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, European portions may be smaller and European drinks may be warmer, but the food in Europe is pretty similar to the food in America.  Of course, it's a totally surreal experience when you're enjoying a pizza in the shadows of the Colosseum or a creme brulee in sight of the Eiffel tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our first major European trip to Italy.  In Rome, we enjoyed a plate of antipasta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=009-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 630px; height: 472px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/009-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truffle gnocchi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 495px; height: 370px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/010.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and linguini with lobster and red sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 538px; height: 403px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/232.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Venice, we tried pasta tossed with olive oil, red peppers, asparagus and fresh fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItalyTrip348.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 451px; height: 599px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ItalyTrip348.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesto originated in the region of the Cinque Terre.  So while visiting Vernazza, we felt obliged to try the ravioli with pesto.  We also sampled some of the freshly-caught local seafood, including calamari.  Maria did not think it looked to appetizing, so she asked for some marinara sauce, which was actually a wise request!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItalyTrip477.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 635px; height: 474px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ItalyTrip477.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite Italian meal was probably the least impressive meal by appearance.  Based on our guidebook's recommendation, we found a hole-in-the-wall place with a plate-of-the-day that was local sweet onions served over grilled steak, accompanied by Italian-style mashed potatoes.  The steak was seasoned to perfection and was so tender that it practically melted in my mouth.  The onions were a spectacular complement to the steak, because they were light and sweet.  A very simple, but very delicious meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItalyTrip337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 594px; height: 423px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ItalyTrip337.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we would be remiss not to mention the world-famous Italian gelato.  As you can see from our smiles, we are huge fans of gelato!  I enjoy fruity flavors, while Maria enjoys creamy/chocolatey flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItalyTrip339.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 492px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ItalyTrip339.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItalyTrip260a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 490px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ItalyTrip260a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, our favorite pizza was not served in Italy, but in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain1199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain1199.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to moving to Europe, I rarely drank wine.  However, in Europe the wine is inexpensive and really good.  In my opinion, nothing beats an Italian red wine.  However, for white wine, I'd prefer a glass of French wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain1196a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 405px; height: 517px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain1196a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=237.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 519px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/237.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Germany, their preferred drink is beer. Maria took this picture at the famous Hofbräuhaus in Munich, where those enormous mugs are the only available size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 387px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/179.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't very good about taking pictures of our meals in the Czech Republic, probably because the food was so tasty, but we did manage to snap a shot of this plate. Good thing I ordered this dish, because Maria probably wouldn't have touched the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CzechRepublic107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 626px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/CzechRepublic107.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also not very good about taking pictures of our food in Egypt, but to be honest, the local cuisine was not a highlight of this trip.  Especially, when you consider that each member of our traveling party endured an upset stomach at some point during the trip.  Sometimes, you just need to go to a familiar place, so while in Cairo, we visited McDonald's. However, it was an adventure just to place our order.  Take a look at the menu for yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Egypt017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 659px; height: 494px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Egypt017.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Northern France region, on of the specialties is tarte flambe.  Maria and I call it a "french pizza."  It's paper thin, with a delicious cream sauce, ham, onions and cheese.  It's definitely one of our favorites meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ColmarwiththeDierings053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 468px; height: 623px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ColmarwiththeDierings053.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you go to France and not eat a crepe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Pics122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 616px; height: 462px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Pics122.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about the famous French cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 485px; height: 363px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/440.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating creme brulee in Paris = hard to beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Paris189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 562px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris189.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a great restaurant on the beach in Monaco that Maria's cousins always take us to eat when we visit.  This fresh pizza is a delicious treat in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=360.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 612px; height: 459px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/360.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next picture is one of the only ones we've taken of Swiss food during our time in Switzerland.  We don't eat out often because it is so expensive.  This picture was taken during a visit to the Alps with our friends, Teran &amp;amp; JJ.  The dish on the right is called rosti, which is basically glorified hash-browns.  In this case, the rosti is covered with lots of melted Swiss cheese and a fried egg.  It pairs wonderfully with a long day of skiing in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6701.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 645px; height: 483px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/IMG_6701.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the German-speaking countries love their sausages and sauerkraut.  We tried this sausage sampler in Salzburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DieringTrip321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 551px; height: 413px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/DieringTrip321.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria was pleasantly surprised by the food in Turkey.  It was fresh, different, tasty, and cheap.  All of the food in the feast below was around $10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Istanbul015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 677px; height: 507px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Istanbul015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pide... like a cheesy calzone.  How can you go wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Istanbul446.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 560px; height: 418px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Istanbul446.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Turkish are very good at grilling kebab-type meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Istanbul448.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 608px; height: 453px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Istanbul448.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Azerbaijan, the food was very similar to Turkish food, probably because these countries share a border.  This is a big skillet with grilled veggies and meats.  The tortillas are there if you want to make a 'fajita'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=173-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 566px; height: 424px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/173-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just crave a little taste of home.  While walking down the street in Amsterdam, we stumbled upon this American shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 447px; height: 596px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam051.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great way to satisfy your American food cravings is Hard Rock Cafe.  So, even though it's touristy, Maria and I often find ourselves dining at a Hard Rock.    Fortunately, for us, they're all over Europe!  This particular picture was taken in Dublin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK562.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 369px; height: 488px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK562.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of Ireland...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ireland050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 535px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Ireland050.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I did not expect the British dining experience to be all that great.  Fortunately, my expectations were flat-out wrong.  In Scotland, we ate lots of amazing seafood.  On the Isle of Skye, we saw a bag of mussels walked through the front door not 2 minutes before we placed our order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK522.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 372px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK522.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more Scottish seafood....fish pie and a crab-meat salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 682px; height: 449px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classic interpretation of seafood in England, Fish and Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 586px; height: 439px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK433.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticky toffee pudding, a classic English desert.  Although I'm not really sure why they call it a pudding, because it's definitely just a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 399px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK435.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think Maria would prefer ice cream over sticky toffee pudding any day of the week.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK162a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 732px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK162a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desert before dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 381px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK164.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English breakfast is always a good way to start your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=StockholmLondon156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 643px; height: 481px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/StockholmLondon156.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The British food was a pleasant surprise, but I think our experience would have been a lot different if we were hippies.&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ireland048.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 515px; height: 385px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Ireland048.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love a latte and fresh-squeezed orange juice with their breakfast?  Well, in Spain, it was the standard drink.  It was cheap &amp;amp; delicious.  Of course, if you add a cafe con leche, it's almost enough to make you forget about the English breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain1286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 646px; height: 484px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain1286.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost, but not quite.  Here's an example of the Spanish breakfast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 600px; height: 449px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain440.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain is definitely more famous for its tapas and sangria than for its breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-3-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 446px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-3-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had one of our favorite tapas/sangria experiences sitting beside the Barcelona harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain836a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 519px; height: 337px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain836a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, our most memorable tapas experience was at this next place.  Once again, we found it on a Barcelona side street based on our guidebook's recommendation. After we walked in, we realized that we were the only customers.  Since it was known for its apple cider, we decided to order a bottle.  After we poured ourselves a glass, the waiter tried to explain that we were pouring the cider inappropriately.  He only spoke Spanish, so he had to show us the appropriate pour.  As you can see below, Maria was a quick learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain592.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 731px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain592.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we bonded with the waiter over apple cider, he gave us a complimentary piece of cured ham, another Spanish specialty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain589a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 518px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain589a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A local Spanish specialty in Toledo was marzapan, a delicious desert baked from almond paste.  So good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain979.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 466px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain979.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate the fanciest meal during our time in Europe at Carmen de Mirador in Granada Spain.  The restaurant is perched on the hillside of the old Moorish town and looks across at the might Alhambra.  As part of our fixed menu, we sampled many delicious dishes, but this was our favorite one....grilled pork served with fresh cut french fries smothered with a lightly fried  egg.  Different, but delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain187.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 612px; height: 460px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain187.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we would be remiss not to mention Spanish olives.  Absolutely amazing.  Maria and I didn't like olives until we came to Europe, but you can't find olives like this in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Spain605.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 575px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Spain605.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to olives, the markets also sell all sorts of interesting goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GrossFoodCollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 653px; height: 410px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/GrossFoodCollage.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In St. Petersburg, they sell honey straight from the honeycomb in the markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Scandinavia137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 364px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Scandinavia137.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Scandinavia139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 424px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Scandinavia139.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sweet.  Maria quickly learned that there was cotton candy on our Scandinavian cruise.  I think it's safe to say that she was more than a little excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ScandinaviaCruise005a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 425px; height: 564px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ScandinaviaCruise005a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's a lot of food!  I hope you enjoyed a few of our edible experiences.  All this talk about food has made me hungry, so I'm off for a snack.  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Istanbul is one of my favorite cities.  The people are so friendly, the city is very diverse, and it's located in Europe AND Asia... I mean, it doesn't get more interesting than that!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For those of you who have been  following our blog since the beginning, you have probably already read (or at least looked  at the pictures :)) from my previous trip to Turkey.  If not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; you can see my previous post on the sights of Istanbul by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/03/istanbul-tukey-where-europe-and-asia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;clicking here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   And to read about my take on their culture, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/03/istanbul-turkey-culture-people-food-etc.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;click here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out celebrating Julie's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=272.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 661px; height: 494px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/272.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Golden Horn - historic inlet of the Bosphorous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=275.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 643px; height: 482px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/275.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What better way to celebrate than to go shopping. :) This is Istanbul's famous Bazaar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=281.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 636px; height: 475px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/281.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They sell all kinds of things here.  I thought these lamps were beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 562px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/285.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here we are in the historic core of ancient Istanbul.  The Hagia Sophia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 506px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/296.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Blue Mosque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=297.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 670px; height: 501px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/297.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a boat ride out to the Maiden's Tower for Julie's birthday lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=339.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 467px; height: 620px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/339.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a great view from the top.  Europe on the left and Asia on the right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 680px; height: 509px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/330.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chad and Heather posing down by the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=346.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 675px; height: 514px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/346.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=363.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 559px; height: 387px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/363.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get a good taxi fare back to the hotel turned out to be much more complicated than we thought.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=370.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 370px; height: 276px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/370.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=371.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 272px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/371.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A beautiful sunset that evening on Julie's street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=373.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 560px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/373.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  The next morning we flew back to Basel.  It was a short, but sweet  trip. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-4800005284018238459?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/4800005284018238459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=4800005284018238459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4800005284018238459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4800005284018238459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/05/visiting-julie-in-istanbul.html' title='Visiting Julie in Istanbul'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-1620745585061734899</id><published>2010-05-22T00:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T00:26:48.147+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azerbaijan'/><title type='text'>Baku, Azerbaijan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=220.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 496px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/220.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Awhile back, I traveled with some friends to the country of Azerbaijan.  Do you think you can find that country on a map?  I know that I couldn't before I found out that I was going for a visit.  It is a small country off the Caspian Sea and surrounded by five countries: Russia, Georgia, Armenia, Turkey, and Iran.  Caught between Asia and the Middle East, it makes for a very interesting culture.  I had the preconceived notion that Baku was going to be very Islamic, but it was much more secular than Istanbul or Cairo.  Azerbaijan  was actually the first country to establish a democratic and secular republic in the Muslim world.  Baku is also much larger than I thought; over 2 million people!  It is rich in history that dates back to the 4th century, so it was really neat to be able to travel to such an interesting place.  Here are some pictures from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 676px; height: 482px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/057.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baku has a beautiful old town district with many cobble-stoned streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 674px; height: 504px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/061.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 596px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/062.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it would be tricky to hang those clothes up like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 593px; height: 443px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/090.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The city is full of construction projects.  One of the reasons is to make their tourist sites more attractive... such as the following picture where they're making a new road/walkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=097-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 654px; height: 489px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/097-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They have a long way to go!  You can see those same two men working on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=099-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 677px; height: 507px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/099-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Azeri people have a superstition about throwing bread away in the trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 517px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/004.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're probably wondering why this next picture is of a toilet...?  But I thought this was weird... you're not allowed to flush toilet paper, so you have to put it in the trash can.  That was definitely hard to get used to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/S_a9ZzKlv3I/AAAAAAAACxc/YazQVg0IP8o/s1600/2145650350087975510RtcDvM_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/S_a9ZzKlv3I/AAAAAAAACxc/YazQVg0IP8o/s400/2145650350087975510RtcDvM_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473770648044420978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we were there, the weather was pretty cold.  So one of the sight-seeing days, we hopped into a carpet store to get warm.  The rugs were so beautiful, I almost bought one, but then I remembered I didn't need it... Nate would've been proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 558px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/067.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=066.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 558px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/066.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The people were so friendly and hospitable.  They even gave us a cup of warm cay. :) (chai tea) In this picture: from Ryan, Kathryn, me, &amp;amp; the other Katherine (our friend who lives and works in Baku)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=075a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 670px; height: 502px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/075a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back out in the cold, we walked past the only large mosque that I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 465px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Martyr's Alley.  A devastating memorial for more than 15,000 people who were killed in a massacre during the independence movement (from the Soviet Union).  Read more about it &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_January"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 407px; height: 540px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 407px; height: 541px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/026.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The view of the Caspian Sea and the big city of Baku from the edge of the Alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 670px; height: 374px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/046.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know why the background is so washed out, but this is the only picture I have of just the girls: Heather, Katherine, Kathryn, me, and April... we are all friends from Bay Leaf in Raleigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=044-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 501px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/044-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One neat thing about visiting Katherine, was getting to see where she worked.  She teaches English at a club called Compass.  Compass is a great place where adults of any age, but mainly college-aged, can come to learn English and just hang out.  Everyone was so friendly... we had a great time together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1632.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 535px; height: 399px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/1632.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We played one of my personal favorite games, mafia.  But their rules were a little different then what I was used to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1652.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 397px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/1652.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azeris are very good dancers.  They proved that to us, by showing us a little number... very entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=254.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 530px; height: 397px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/254.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a brief clip of their dance.  Sorry, it's not the best quality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e44fd26b6107dab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e44fd26b6107dab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334480%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CADFFDBAD9FFA8284A5DA1A339610CE98F15939.517EBA0DCD88C1C22DFA6329DFF3F9E19666C7FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De44fd26b6107dab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLvmUlDa4Tac4fY3Z0vV6VQJCtHw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e44fd26b6107dab%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334480%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CADFFDBAD9FFA8284A5DA1A339610CE98F15939.517EBA0DCD88C1C22DFA6329DFF3F9E19666C7FE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De44fd26b6107dab%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLvmUlDa4Tac4fY3Z0vV6VQJCtHw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day, some of our new friends took us around Baku to see some new sights.  This is the beautiful Poet's museum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=198.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 481px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/198.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic goes on right by the old city walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=200-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 667px; height: 499px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/200-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people (as they do in most Eastern countries) walk right through the traffic.  Kathryn looks a bit nervous. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=202-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 674px; height: 505px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/202-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture in old town.  The new girls that we met did not want to come for a walk with us because it was too cold and windy for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=204.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 665px; height: 482px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/204.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually so windy, that we thought we could fly away on a carpet.  I mean, doesn't everyone want to do that since they watch Aladdin as a kid?  Or is that just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=209-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 472px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/209-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of flying (since flying carpets aren't real), we hiked up lots of stairs to get to the top of Maiden's Tower (a National emblem of Azerbaijan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=226.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 521px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/226.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;View from the Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=213.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 568px; height: 423px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/213.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can see that it looks windy and cold!  We didn't stay up for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=218-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 665px; height: 497px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/218-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We finished our day by walking along the Sea. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2332.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 666px; height: 499px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/2332.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed hearing about Azerbaijan.  It was a short visit, but I still had such a great time  visiting and making new friends.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next stop, back to Istanbul, Turkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-1620745585061734899?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/1620745585061734899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=1620745585061734899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1620745585061734899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1620745585061734899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/04/baku-azerbaijan.html' title='Baku, Azerbaijan'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/S_a9ZzKlv3I/AAAAAAAACxc/YazQVg0IP8o/s72-c/2145650350087975510RtcDvM_fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-764658967368111973</id><published>2010-04-01T10:32:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:13:20.256+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basel'/><title type='text'>Fasnacht Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is Fanacht?  Fasnacht is difficult to describe and better to experience.  I'm not sure if I can do it justice, but let me try to explain.  To begin, let me bore you with some details.  Don't worry, you'll see pictures soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 674px; height: 430px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/036.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it, Fasnacht is the biggest event of the year in Basel.  All hotel rooms are booked, trams are re-routed around the city-center, and many businesses close.  People that have grown up in Basel either hate it or love it.  The people that hate it go skiing in the Alps for the week, but the people that love it, call Fasnacht, "the three most beautiful days."  Fasnacht is Basel's carnival.  A time for the Baslers to let their hair down and act crazy.  Keep in mind, I mean Swiss crazy.  One could argue that Fasnacht's American counterpart is Mardi Gras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;minus the excessive drinking and bodily exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In most places, like New Orleans, carnival immediately precedes the Catholic Lent season because it provides one last chance to party before 40 days of self-denial.  However, Fasnacht begins on the Monday night after Ash Wednesday (the traditional beginning of Lent), since Basel is a Protestant town.  Consequently, Fasnacht is known as the only Protestant carnival in the world!  Specifics about Fasnacht's origins are obscure, because the great earthquake of 1356 destroyed the city's archives.  Yes, that's right, 1356.  If history is not your strong point, let me put this into perspective for you.  The USofA formally became a country in 1776.  That's 420 years &lt;span style=""&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; the earthquake!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Said differently, that's 136 years before Columbus discovered the New World!  Okay, enough details for now, let's get to the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 588px; height: 438px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/176.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Actually, I lied.  Before we get to the Fasnacht pictures, let's talk about the fire parade.  Yes, that's right, a parade of fire!  It's a little boy's dream, but a lawsuit waiting to happen.  This parade will not be coming to an American town near you anytime soon.  The fire parade takes place through the middle of Liestal, a small suburb of Basel.  Their fire parade takes place on the Sunday before Basel's Fasnacht.  I've been told that the purpose of the parade is to drive away winter but I think it's just an excuse to play with fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 432px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/105.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it hot in here, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MyHeadisonFire.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 638px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/MyHeadisonFire.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The torch was definitely the night's flame of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 560px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/137.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's official.  I am a fan of the fire parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 516px; height: 385px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/173.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This picture was taken with the flash.  You can really see all the smoke and ash that was  floating in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 316px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/132.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the torches passed by, the big fires came rolling down the street pulled by a group of men.  The bigger your group, the bigger your cart, the bigger your fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=196.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 570px; height: 425px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/196.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The big fires were HOT!  When the guys pulling the cart decided to take a break right beside us, we had to turn our backs to the fire, because the heat was so intense.  You can see the people in the background doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 505px; height: 375px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/199.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep in mind, these fires were being pulled down a street  with medieval, wooden houses on either side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 431px; height: 569px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/201.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't worry, the firemen were there to make sure the fire didn't get out of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=097.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 502px; height: 375px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/097.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Liestal's fire parade is a one-of-a-kind  experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Needless to say, we enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=114.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 474px; height: 354px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/114.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FireBaby.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 673px; height: 504px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/FireBaby.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay.  Let's get back to Fasnacht.  Fasnacht begins at 4:00am with Morgestraich.  Yes, 4:00am.  What is Morgestraich?  I'll let Maria explain.... (Maria disclaimer: Keep in mind that I woke up at 3:30AM and I'm a little out of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="452" height="375" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7ce4acb04f89864" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7ce4acb04f89864%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334480%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2741030A761D45D711EFE73CFC7D5AF0E947F5C.2512D9C77A4FC484AA3311D45765D7E6D7B21275%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7ce4acb04f89864%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7mvno-IueiGGszXEA2-QOaeLS7Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="452" height="375" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7ce4acb04f89864%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331334480%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2741030A761D45D711EFE73CFC7D5AF0E947F5C.2512D9C77A4FC484AA3311D45765D7E6D7B21275%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7ce4acb04f89864%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7mvno-IueiGGszXEA2-QOaeLS7Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you didn't understand Maria's explanation, let me try to help.  At 4:00am, all the lights in the city-center are turned off and the parade begins.  The parade participants are members of the various Basel Cliques.  The Clique members dress in crazy costumes, wear silly/scary masks, and typically play an instrument.  The only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;light source for the parade comes from the Clique's lanterns.  There are two types of lanterns: large lanterns pulled on carts or smaller lanterns worn on the head.  The lanterns, often coordinated with their costumes and masks, portray the Clique's selected theme of the year.  These themes typically address a current event and 2010's popular themes were UBS' greed, Gaddafi's craziness, and the new bike helmet law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 566px; height: 423px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/210.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not sure what the themes of these lanterns are.  I think they're just supposed to look pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=216.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 437px; height: 318px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/216.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After a morning of sleeping-in, another parade starts in the afternoon.  Since it's light outside, there are no lanterns.  However, the lanterns are replaced by floats.  Clique members ride in the floats and throw various things at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=289.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 501px; height: 666px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/289.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes they throw confetti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=291.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 646px; height: 318px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/291.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes they throw oranges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=GoodCatch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 589px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/GoodCatch.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes they just give out flowers to beautiful ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=278.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 369px; height: 488px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/278.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Regardless of what they're throwing/giving out, there is always high demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=255.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 587px; height: 310px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/255.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of the best parts of the parade is the bands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=282b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 492px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/282b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another great part of the parade is confetti! Native Baslers claim that the tradition of confetti began in Basel.  Not sure if it's true, but there is no doubt that they know how to throw some confetti!  However, they only sell single color bags of confetti in town, because an old Swiss lady gave Maria a stern lecture after Maria picked up confetti off of the street to throw at me.  Maria learned the hard way that, "even Swiss children know that mixed confetti is dirty confetti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Confetti.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 716px; height: 478px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Confetti.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here I am trying to dodge confetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=246.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 481px; height: 360px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/246.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maria was sad that none of the Clique members threw confetti at her, but pout and you will receive.  Here's the before and after pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=288-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 458px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/288-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=305b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 456px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/305b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy Wife = Happy Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=314.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 511px; height: 380px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/314.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another great part of the parade was the costumes.  Here's a sampling of some funny/silly costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fun.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 522px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Fun.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And here's a sampling of some of the more offensive, not-so politically correct costumes.  I don't think that all of these costumes would fly in America, but maybe something is lost in translation. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (These costumes are in no way endorsed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com and simply represent the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;opinions of the depicted Cliques.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NotsoNice.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 674px; height: 519px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/NotsoNice.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After a long, fun afternoon of catching oranges and dodging confetti, it was time to make our way back home.  Unfortunately, making our way back home was easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Crowded.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 700px; height: 253px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Crowded.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-764658967368111973?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/764658967368111973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=764658967368111973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/764658967368111973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/764658967368111973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/03/fasnacht-baby.html' title='Fasnacht Baby'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-3835949521537920602</id><published>2010-03-29T22:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:41:36.750+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amsterdam'/><title type='text'>A Weekend in Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nate is back.  I know you've missed me.  Busy season is winding down, so now I have some more free time to blog.  Yes, I know what you're thinking. You're excited, but also confused.  Nate is back, but it's also that time of year where everyone prepares their taxes.  Fortunately for you, I don't do taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, long, long ago in a far-away land, Maria and I made a quick weekend trip to Amsterdam.  We left Basel at 8 in the morning on a Saturday, hopped on a quick flight, and were in Amsterdam by 10:30...pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam185.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 581px; height: 773px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam185.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon our arrival in the city, we strolled around town enjoying the many canals and the narrow, tall houses that line the canals.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam092a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 581px; height: 910px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam092a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For some reason, Maria has a fascination with doors wherever we visit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 578px; height: 768px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam090.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking into our narrow, tall hotel, we strolled over to the Anne Frank House.  Most of you are probably familiar with her famous diary, which documented her family's two-year attempt to hide from the Nazis in a "Secret Annex" hidden at the top of her father's business.  It was overwhelming to stand in the very same Annex that you read about in her diary.  The Annex is much smaller than you'd think and I can only imagine how claustrophobic it must have been to quietly share it with seven other people, with no hope to see daylight or feel the wind upon your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=AnneFrank.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 516px; height: 339px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/AnneFrank.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was colder than we had anticipated, but we're smarter travelers now, so we came prepared...at least I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam043a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 672px; height: 503px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam043a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;After walking around all afternoon, we decided to eat a fantastic meal...at Hard Rock Cafe.  Yes, we realize that this is stereotypical American tourist food.  However, we felt justified, since you can't find a comparable burger in Switzerland.  Plus, our guidebook recommends Indonesian food, which didn't really sound too appetizing when visiting the Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 501px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam049.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard, Amsterdam is famous for its nightlife.  We didn't do anything crazy, but we were intrigued by the Magic Mexican Mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam056.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 650px; height: 485px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam056.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you can't hold it, there are urinals conveniently located in the middle of the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 661px; height: 880px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam062.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's nothing like a glimmering canal on a quiet evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 612px; height: 815px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam067.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;The sun decided to make an appearance on day 2, but it was still quite cold.  This picture really captures the classic Amsterdam view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 656px; height: 367px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam078.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Just in case you forget where you are...maybe it's for people who took too many Magic Mexican Mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 644px; height: 372px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam112.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;No, this is not Maria's mood, these are her initials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-2-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 233px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-2-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Amsterdam's most famous museum is the Rijksmuseum.  This museum houses the most impressive collection of Dutch Masters around, at least that's what it says in our guidebook.  The most famous painting in the museum is probably Rembrandt's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night Watch&lt;/span&gt;.  Here's a sample of a few of my favorite paintings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 686px; height: 527px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-4-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's some more typical Amsterdam scenery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam168.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 665px; height: 496px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam168.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam191-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 492px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam191-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;From far-away, the building on the corner looks really crooked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam203.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 468px; height: 338px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam203.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also looks crooked from close-up.  Not sure I'd want to be the owner of this home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam208.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 468px; height: 587px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam208.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;During our walk, out of the corner of our eye, we thought we saw heaven.  We were wrong.  It was just a store full of American junk food that we can't buy in Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 543px; height: 723px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam053.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maria's mother's father's side of the family was originally from the Netherlands.  Can't you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam217.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 535px; height: 711px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam217.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a long, exciting day, we flew back home on Sunday evening.  It was a whirlwind, but a fun trip...and it had nothing to do the Magic Mexican Mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-3-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 721px; height: 501px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-3-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-3835949521537920602?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/3835949521537920602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=3835949521537920602' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/3835949521537920602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/3835949521537920602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend-in-amsterdam.html' title='A Weekend in Amsterdam'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-7989155625547718702</id><published>2010-03-26T15:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T16:39:11.900+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany/Austria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><title type='text'>Kari &amp; Bobby's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't really know where to begin, but I'm going to take you all the way back to November when my good friends, Kari &amp;amp; Bobby visited.  I first met Kari while I was working at Cotton  Inc.  We still kept in touch after I left Cotton, so she and her  husband, Bobby, decided to come visit us in Basel&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unfortunately, the weather wasn't the best at that time of year, but we still had a wonderful time together. Their first full day, we walked around Basel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 676px; height: 505px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/099.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took our very first ferry boat ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KariBobby1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 679px; height: 459px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/KariBobby1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That night we had a relaxing evening at home with Kari's (newly discovered) favorite food, spatzli, for dinner.  Those of you who have come to visit, know what I'm talking about.  Kari, did you ever find that in NC? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next morning, Kari, Bobby, and I took a road trip to Germany and Austria.  When I printed off directions from Google maps, I must have accidentally done the "scenic route" because it took us forever to get there on back roads and we got lost a couple of times... whoops!  Fortunately, Bobby was patient and we were able to stop a few times to ask for directions.  Sorry guys.  But... isn't it funny looking back on it now? ;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is funny:  The last time that we got lost on the way to the castle, we stopped at a McDonald's (of course) to ask for directions.  I went in and asked the first random person I saw for directions.  And did I ever pick the right person.  This guy was with his girlfriend in line and after I approached him, he just said, "follow me," and walked right out of the restaurant.. got into his car (with his girlfriend) and waved at us to follow him.  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first we were a little weirded out... thinking, where is he really taking us??  But after driving about 10 minutes, we arrived at the castle and then he turned around &lt;/span&gt;to go back to McDonald's for his "date."  Talk about the most random act of kindness ever! But we were very thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was a little embarrassed for getting us lost, since I had already been there, but in my defense, Nate was my navigator... and I was only concentrating on driving.  Not the direction to which we were going.  So, when we finally made it, I was very happy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 673px; height: 503px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/129.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the Neuschwanstein Castle's courtyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=123-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 674px; height: 504px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/123-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Kari &amp;amp; Bobby toured the inside of the castle, it quickly turned dark.  Below is... a view from a window in the castle, K &amp;amp; B in front of the castle that crazy King Ludwig grew up in, and a side of Neuschwanstein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KariBobby2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 677px; height: 323px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/KariBobby2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We then headed to our hotel.  We were sooo hungry and fortunately, the food was excellent.  I forgot to take a picture of dinner, but desert was photo-worthy.  The next morning was beautiful... as you can see in the photo below on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=KariBobby3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 248px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/KariBobby3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next part of our trip was the primary reason we took our journey to that area.  Bobby expressed interest in going to a concentration camp, so after some research we decided to go to Dachau.  Dachau was the very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;concentration camp built in Germany.  It served as a model for all other camps that followed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all know what happened during the holocaust, so I don't have to go into detail on that, but I will tell you that being there at that camp, was one of the most haunting things I've ever experienced.  It felt so real.  I kept thinking... HOW could this have happened.  The words in the picture below read "Arbeit Macht Frei" which means "Work will set you Free."  The Jews were told this lie that if they worked, they would be set free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 672px; height: 502px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/164.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The audio guide led us through the camp.  There were also interviews with survivors, government officials, and journalists.  There was one British woman that stood out in my mind.  She described the state of the camp when the Jews were liberated and she said that there was an indescribable stench of death. She went on to describe other horrifying things that brought me to tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 889px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/172.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can see what Dachau originally looked like in the next picture.  There were lines of barracks where the prisoners were packed like sardines, especially towards the end.  You can read about the cruel medical experiments below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They tortured some prisoners to test the  effects of  things like hypothermia and altitude pressure on  the human body.  You can also see how big the area is... but the Auschwitz concentration camp was over 20 times as large in size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 609px; height: 814px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/209.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The barracks were burned and the camp is simply lined with the  remaining cement foundations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=208.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 675px; height: 504px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/208.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=193.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 540px; height: 826px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/193.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Star of David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 673px; height: 437px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/190.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is inside one of the barracks that they re-built to  show what it looked like. I can only imagine someone  looking out the window... hoping that they would one day escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 634px; height: 911px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/200.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside the museum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=218.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 631px; height: 474px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/218.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This next picture may be disturbing, but it made me realize how awful  the conditions were for the prisoners. Many died from  starvation over the last few years because they were not fed   enough food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 641px; height: 904px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/228.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The "Brausebad" literally means "Shower bath," but we know that these were the gas chambers.  I had a weird feeling come over me as I stood in that place.  To think of all the Jews (in all the camps) that went into a place like this thinking they were taking a shower, and it was actually their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;.  There was truly an indescribable, haunting feeling there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=258-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 861px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/258-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the barbed-wire fence that stood between the Jews and their freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=246a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 646px; height: 861px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/246a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If it wasn't for Bobby wanting to go to the concentration camp, I don't think I would have ever gone and now, I am thankful that I went.  For me, it just confirms &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=jeremiah%2017:9&amp;amp;version=NKJV"&gt;Jeremiah 17:9&lt;/a&gt; but thankfully, there is hope (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%203:23-24&amp;amp;version=NLT"&gt;Romans 3:23-24&lt;/a&gt;).    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spending time with Kari and Bobby was great.  We love having people in our home, because we really get to know them better.  We wanted to spend even more time with them by doing another mini trip... this time to Portugal... BUT our flight was canceled.  The worst part is that I booked K &amp;amp; B on a different flight because we thought ours was full, so they took off before us, and we never got to meet them there!  Nate and I were so upset the whole weekend.  :(  We were so bummed, but from the looks of Kari's blog, they had a nice time... which made us feel a little better for sending them off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you would like to read about their trip from Kari's perspective... take a look on her blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://runningyankee.blogspot.com/2009/12/spatzli-and-other-swiss-delights.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;http://runningyankee.blogspot.com/2009/12/spatzli-and-other-swiss-delights.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-7989155625547718702?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/7989155625547718702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=7989155625547718702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/7989155625547718702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/7989155625547718702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/03/kari-bobbys-visit.html' title='Kari &amp; Bobby&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-517047441545651231</id><published>2010-03-24T10:27:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:44:50.359+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Many Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank you to all of you who commented on the last post!  Your words were very encouraging and have given me the motivation to keep on blogging. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late: Nate and I have been serving as the youth group leaders at our church since Christmas, so we have been very busy with that... but it has been a lot of fun.  This past weekend we had a youth ski retreat and our previous pastor and his wife came to minister to the kids.  We had a blast.  Now that I have started teaching tennis again, it is really hard to find the time to blog!  So, today I leave you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_2060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 696px; height: 522px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/IMG_2060.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2286049&amp;amp;id=55701390&amp;amp;l=d60453ea3f"&gt;Click here to see more pictures from the retreat!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have devoted tomorrow and Friday to some serious blogging.  I will be doing posts on travels to Dachau, Amsterdam, Azerbaijan, and Turkey.  We have also had some interesting things go on in Basel... so I will blog about that too!  I told you I had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;serious &lt;/span&gt;blogging to do. Check back in a couple days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-517047441545651231?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/517047441545651231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=517047441545651231' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/517047441545651231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/517047441545651231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/03/many-thanks.html' title='Many Thanks!'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-8887584083542517819</id><published>2010-03-17T23:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:27:12.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Apologies and a Little Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes life gets so busy that you put off things that you wish you wouldn't have.  This blog is one of them...  Our apologies for not keeping it up to date.  There is a lot to catch up on, so if you want us to keep blogging, we need your comments for a little motivation.  If you've ever enjoyed reading or just looking at the pictures on our blog, let us know!  To our friends and family back home:  We love you and miss you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-8887584083542517819?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8887584083542517819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=8887584083542517819' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8887584083542517819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8887584083542517819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-apologies-and-little-motivation.html' title='Our Apologies and a Little Motivation'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-3886747611282892914</id><published>2010-02-02T00:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:54:55.390+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There really is no place like home for the holidays.  The best thing about being home was spending time with friends and family.  Because we had missed everyone so much, it made this Christmas all the more special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We flew in on a Thursday night and by Saturday, our house was decked out in Christmas decorations and we threw a party for all our close friends... we were able to do that because of my two brother-in-laws... they were a great help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=christmascollage.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 677px; height: 596px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/christmascollage.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some highlights of what we did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had Christmas morning at our home :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=094.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 580px; height: 772px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/094.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ate at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Angus Barn (our favorite restaurant!) with Nate's family... a little Diering tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 671px; height: 510px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/019.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took a Solc family photo for the first time in awhile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family_pic_2009-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 564px; height: 844px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Family_pic_2009-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hung out with Nate's brother, Matt, and the new addition to the Diering family, Buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 675px; height: 506px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/044.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jake and Buddy loved to play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 456px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/182.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes it got a little rough though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=328.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 506px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/328.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Played with Camden, my sister's son.  He just LOVED his Uncle Nate!  My sister called me yesterday and told me that Camden is STILL talking about Nate.  That doesn't make me jealous at all... haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=135.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 544px; height: 780px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/135.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got some long-awaited Raybans for Christmas... a big surprise from Nate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=148.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 500px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/148.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My little brother and Chelsea got ENGAGED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=288.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 674px; height: 504px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/288.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We wrote an announcement on the chalkboard at Starbucks. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=315.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 666px; height: 498px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/315.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Happy Couple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=365.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 673px; height: 505px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/365.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Camden, being cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 673px; height: 503px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/356.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=367.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 673px; height: 503px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/367.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got to go with Joy to Camden's art class... I think I enjoyed it as much as he did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Holidays2010072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 501px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Holidays2010072.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had lunch with some of my favorite Brier Creek Tennis ladies... it was so good to spend time with them!  Teresa, in the purple sweater, is a faithful blog reader and commenter!  Thanks, Teresa! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01155a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 673px; height: 505px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/DSC01155a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girls night with some of my favorite girls... Katherine, Parker, &amp;amp; Shae.  Katherine came over, even with her one-month old baby, Haley (in the picture).  She is SO precious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Holidays2010078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 672px; height: 525px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Holidays2010078.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once Nate went back to Switzerland, I spent most of my time hanging out with family.  I love my siblings SO much!!  I am so blessed to have them.  Me &amp;amp; Josef:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Holidays2010011a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 663px; height: 496px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Holidays2010011a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Joy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Holidays2010017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 661px; height: 468px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Holidays2010017.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All 3 of us... not really sure why my brother's making that face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Holidays2010018a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 662px; height: 492px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Holidays2010018a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love this picture... it's so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Holidays2010019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 501px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Holidays2010019.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-3886747611282892914?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/3886747611282892914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=3886747611282892914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/3886747611282892914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/3886747611282892914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-no-place-like-home-for-holidays.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Home for the Holidays'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-2912871108197147263</id><published>2010-01-26T16:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T18:26:11.827+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Culture Shock in America..... What!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nate and I love that feeling of just stepping off the plane to be back home again.  After being gone for almost a whole YEAR, we were overjoyed to be able to be with friends and family around Christmas.  The interesting thing after being gone for a year is that you have a different look on life in America.  Little things that used to be "normal" to us became a bit of a shock.  It's a little hard to explain, but here is a list of some things that 'shocked' us while being home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Everything is in English! (You're probably thinking, duh, but this was SO nice!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-More things, like signs and labels, are now also written in Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Everyone was speaking English (Another duh, but it was also oh, so nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-The majority of people are extremely friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Grocery stores are massive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wal-Mart is overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-We still love Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everything seemed so inexpensive (compared to Europe's prices)&lt;br /&gt;-A Chick-fil-A sandwich, Bojangles biscuit, and sweet tea taste even better than we remembered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-We have missed free refills, ice, free ketchup, and unlimited napkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Portion sizes at restaurants are too big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Toilets are much lower than in Switzerland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(weird, but true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Raleigh seemed so spread out after living in such a condensed city&lt;br /&gt;-We spent too much time in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Everyone's houses felt HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Most Americans (including us) have too much stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Life is more comfortable... sometimes a little too comfortable... and at the same time, too busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being away from American culture for awhile, it's easier for Nate and I see how our lives now compare to before.  We realized that it was harder to evaluate our lifestyles when we lived in the same place with the same routine.  And we are thankful that we have had the opportunity to see that sometimes we lived a life that was a little too comfortable and complacent.  We love Raleigh so much because it is our home, but when we come back we hope to take things that we've learned back with us... like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Simplicity&lt;br /&gt;-Spend more time with family and friends&lt;br /&gt;-Spend more time outside&lt;br /&gt;-Watch less TV&lt;br /&gt;-Don't take everything in life so seriously&lt;br /&gt;-Practice more faith in God&lt;br /&gt;-Eat more ice cream (in moderation of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Exercise more (since we'll be eating more ice cream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Challenge ourselves more... learn new things, read more books&lt;br /&gt;-Travel more in the States&lt;br /&gt;-Take more trips to the beach and mountains (since they're so close!)&lt;br /&gt;-Be more involved in church and outreach to the community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The list could go on, but these are just a few things that we have learned and I challenge you to do these things too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry there are no pictures, but I promise to put up a post of pictures and stories from our time at home soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-2912871108197147263?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/2912871108197147263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=2912871108197147263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2912871108197147263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2912871108197147263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/01/culture-shock-in-america-what.html' title='Culture Shock in America..... What!?'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-2544921618844262203</id><published>2010-01-11T15:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T15:46:07.700+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Home for the Holidays... Sneak Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family_pic_2009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Family_pic_2009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family_pic_2009-5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Family_pic_2009-5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family_pic_2009-11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Family_pic_2009-11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas and we wish you a Happy New Year... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-2544921618844262203?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/2544921618844262203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=2544921618844262203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2544921618844262203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2544921618844262203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2010/01/home-for-holidays-sneak-peek.html' title='Home for the Holidays... Sneak Peek'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-8532362910318250359</id><published>2009-12-16T15:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:11:11.006+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennis'/><title type='text'>The Basel Swiss Indoors Tennis Tournament!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every year, Basel has a professional indoor tennis tournament and since Roger Federer is from Basel, people come from all over to see him play here. It is crazy to think that he was once a ball boy at this very tournament. I wonder if he ever thought to himself... I'm going to win this tournament one day... I'm sure he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tennis061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 392px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Tennis061.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, since Roger Federer is playing in his home town, it is very difficult to get seats and they are very expensive!  So, I thought it was going to be impossible for me to go, but when the time of the tournament came, I decided to go to the arena and just see if I could still buy a ticket.  Much to my surprise, there was a guy selling tickets right in front and I bought mine for cheaper than face value... I was ecstatic!  I was going to be watching professional tennis ALL day!!  The only unfortunate thing was that Nate could not join me because of work, but he was happy for me that I could go. He's so sweet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You could watch from two different courts:  The center court in the arena, or court 2, which was no bigger than a high school gym and you could sit wherever you wanted.  I liked court 2 because I always meandered my way to the front row!  Here, I'm watching Korolev.  A Russian who's ranked top 50 in the world.  And he's Ana Kornikova's cousin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Syin27jwXUI/AAAAAAAACvg/J1rS6obPCVw/s1600-h/Tennis+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Syin27jwXUI/AAAAAAAACvg/J1rS6obPCVw/s400/Tennis+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415763114055458114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guy you see in the picture is Korolev's coach and brother.  I ended up talking to him and then he got Korolev to give me a signed tennis ball!   He said I was good luck because he was losing and then I came in and he started to win, and ended up winning in a thrid-set tiebreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tennis008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 664px; height: 498px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Tennis008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Korolev's match, the Bryan Brothers (top American doubles team) came in to warm up.  I was excited to see them, but I didn't watch their match because Federer's match was supposed to start any minute on the other court.  Court 2 cleared out real fast when it was time for Federer's match... poor Bryan Brothers, but I'm sure they understood what was going on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Syin3jENKbI/AAAAAAAACvw/fA22yDsztPQ/s1600-h/Tennis+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Syin3jENKbI/AAAAAAAACvw/fA22yDsztPQ/s400/Tennis+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415763124660545970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there he is.... ROGER FEDERER.  I was freaking out inside because he's been my favorite player for a long time and I never imagined being able to see him play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tennis035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 502px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Tennis035.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In action...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyiofhxgUdI/AAAAAAAACxA/wklXOgYZgo8/s1600-h/Tennis+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyiofhxgUdI/AAAAAAAACxA/wklXOgYZgo8/s400/Tennis+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415763811508441554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More action...  I loved seeing how effortless and eloquent he is... even more so in real life than on TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tennis073.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 500px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Tennis073.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Federer match seemed to go by way too fast, but once it was done, I quickly went to the other court to see Gonzales play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Syioe5ENyGI/AAAAAAAACww/to5W5Zy7XoM/s1600-h/Tennis+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Syioe5ENyGI/AAAAAAAACww/to5W5Zy7XoM/s400/Tennis+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415763800581064802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gonzales is a top ranked player and really entertaining to watch.  Federer and Gonzales were also playing singles at this tournament.  I only had the chance to see them play doubles, but I actually think it's more fun because they are less serious and their personality comes out a bit more. Gonzales and his partner were so nice. They came over and signed autographs after their match. :) And I got theirs right on their picture in the yearbook that you see at the top of the post.  I was a little disappointed that Federer didn't come over and sign it when I tried to get his attention, but maybe next time. (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyioNfyse5I/AAAAAAAACwo/T82BX2NSbFc/s1600-h/Tennis+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyioNfyse5I/AAAAAAAACwo/T82BX2NSbFc/s400/Tennis+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415763501738916754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;DJOKOVIC!  I also love to watch him play.  His singles match was the last one of the night.  He dominated in straight sets.  He was on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyioMgDW1vI/AAAAAAAACwY/bbmd5UbXXBw/s1600-h/Tennis+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyioMgDW1vI/AAAAAAAACwY/bbmd5UbXXBw/s400/Tennis+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415763484628932338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at that concentration...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tennis125.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 679px; height: 487px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Tennis125.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The stadium is not very big, which was nice.  I walked up to the top to take a picture of the whole court, and this is as high as I could go.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tennis115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 675px; height: 506px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Tennis115.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I went down close because a lot of seats opened up at the end of the match.  Some girl asked me to take her picture, so she did the same for me!  I was SO happy to have the privilege to see such amazing tennis... it is something I will NEVER forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Tennis129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 675px; height: 505px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Tennis129.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-8532362910318250359?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8532362910318250359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=8532362910318250359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8532362910318250359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8532362910318250359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/12/basel-swiss-indoors-tennis-tournament.html' title='The Basel Swiss Indoors Tennis Tournament!'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Syin27jwXUI/AAAAAAAACvg/J1rS6obPCVw/s72-c/Tennis+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-5652713497096713702</id><published>2009-12-16T02:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:29:17.121+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change of Seasons'/><title type='text'>Herbstmesse: Basel's Fall Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 677px; height: 506px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/018.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Herbstmesse has been a Basel tradition for over 500 years!  I'm not sure what it was like back then, but now, it is similar to the State Fair in NC... lots of rides, good food, and fun.  It is spread out over the city in seven squares and it doesn't cost a dime to walk through.   Nate and I took advantage of that and went several nights just to walk around and enjoy the atmosphere.  One of the squares is just a couple blocks from our apt. building, so it was very convenient.  Here are some pictures of the different times we went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=herbstmesse.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 676px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/herbstmesse.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Ferris Wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=herbstmesse3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 573px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/herbstmesse3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The views of Basel from the Ferris Wheel (taken on two different nights)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=herbstmesse2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 463px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/herbstmesse2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of our friends who are living in Lausanne (the French part of Switzerland) came to visit one weekend to come to the Herbstmesse.  Bottom left: Jonathan &amp;amp; Ashley... Ashley is scared of heights so she is closing her eyes.  Next to them:  Our friend, Adam.  Jonathan and Adam are both from NC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=herbstmesse4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 676px; height: 488px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/herbstmesse4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adam and Jonathan rode some more rides while Nate and I stayed back with Ashley.  I think she is still laughing at high how we just were!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyhB7OF9T9I/AAAAAAAACvA/HvhlTh5JOd0/s1600-h/DSC01094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyhB7OF9T9I/AAAAAAAACvA/HvhlTh5JOd0/s400/DSC01094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651037564194770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also went to the fair with some of the high school girls... that I've met from church.  Noelle (pictured below) and I went on the Romania mission trip together... and I just love her to death now!  We rode some rides and ate some good food, like chocolate covered strawberries.. yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=herbstmesse5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 520px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/herbstmesse5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I forgot that most high school kids have no fear when it comes to riding rides.  Well, let's just say... I'm definitely not in high school anymore!  I would not ride the following...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyhB79psr-I/AAAAAAAACvQ/NjL2BskZgw4/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyhB79psr-I/AAAAAAAACvQ/NjL2BskZgw4/s400/015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651050330566626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noelle, Hannah, and Hannah's little brother Alex all tried to get me to go on this ride, but I refused.... waaay to scary for me!  I know, I'm a wimp. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 678px; height: 441px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fall is one of my favorite times of the year and having an amazing fall fair makes it even better.  I took this shot on the last night.  The reflection over the Rhine was so beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyhB8H7yxJI/AAAAAAAACvY/wzbR6Lid35c/s1600-h/060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyhB8H7yxJI/AAAAAAAACvY/wzbR6Lid35c/s400/060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651053090817170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-5652713497096713702?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/5652713497096713702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=5652713497096713702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/5652713497096713702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/5652713497096713702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/12/herbstmesse-basels-fall-fair.html' title='Herbstmesse: Basel&apos;s Fall Fair'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SyhB7OF9T9I/AAAAAAAACvA/HvhlTh5JOd0/s72-c/DSC01094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-2867553423833417207</id><published>2009-12-09T18:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:16:00.832+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swiss Alps'/><title type='text'>Snow Day in the Alps with Teran &amp; JJ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_6623.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 671px; height: 501px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/IMG_6623.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When our friends, Teran &amp;amp; JJ returned back to Basel after being in Rome, they were a little tired, but we mustered up enough energy to "hike" in the Alps. Little did we know we would run into massive amounts of snow on our hiking trail!  But it was okay because we ended up having a blast in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx6TghueI2I/AAAAAAAACuQ/yE_9hIgfl1o/s1600-h/IMG_6680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx6TghueI2I/AAAAAAAACuQ/yE_9hIgfl1o/s400/IMG_6680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412925989164295010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead of hiking, we decided to build a snowman!  It was actually really hard to make because the snow was so fresh and powdery, but eventually, we did it!  We named him Snowie or Alpie or something... we couldn't decide on one :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-3-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 680px; height: 568px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-3-3.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also had snow ball fights!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The boys disappeared for awhile and then, out of nowhere, they came running at us with ready-made snowballs and tried to hit us with them, but we were too fast. :)  You can see the boys' attack in this picture (from left to right):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snowballs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 676px; height: 456px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/snowballs.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We also hid in trees... okay, that was just JJ.  Click on the picture to see if you can find him!  Teran's not really sure what he's doing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx_gZ40yCVI/AAAAAAAACuw/SVXP5JM2n1I/s1600-h/030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx_gZ40yCVI/AAAAAAAACuw/SVXP5JM2n1I/s400/030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413292012477745490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We weren't the only ones having fun in the snow, Jake also loved it!  He ran around so much that he was absolutely exhausted on the train ride home! (see the pics at the end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jakeinsnow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 677px; height: 444px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/jakeinsnow.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a great day of playing in the snow, we were cold and hungry, so we went to a great Swiss restaurant to warm up and eat some yummy food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx6TgderpzI/AAAAAAAACuI/3MaSE12hVUk/s1600-h/066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx6TgderpzI/AAAAAAAACuI/3MaSE12hVUk/s400/066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412925988024330034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The plate on the right is a Swiss dish called rosti.  It's hash browns, lots of cheese and an egg on top... it is delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx6ThcphjdI/AAAAAAAACug/TjyabV8BZyw/s1600-h/IMG_6701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx6ThcphjdI/AAAAAAAACug/TjyabV8BZyw/s400/IMG_6701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412926004981239250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our last group picture together.  Teran is great at using self timers on cameras. :)  Look at the snow line on the mountains!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx_hBpwzqbI/AAAAAAAACu4/J3WA4u9UFTU/s1600-h/IMG_6700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx_hBpwzqbI/AAAAAAAACu4/J3WA4u9UFTU/s400/IMG_6700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413292695629310386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The skies really cleared in the evening and it was simply beautiful.  I love this picture of Teran &amp;amp; JJ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx6T4Jo2mhI/AAAAAAAACuo/iKLT5LRDIos/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx6T4Jo2mhI/AAAAAAAACuo/iKLT5LRDIos/s400/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412926395015141906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I said, Jake was wiped out after all the running around in the snow.  Usually, he freaks out on train rides (ie. doesn't sleep), but this time he couldn't fight it any longer.  The fact that he has to be in a "bag" on Swiss trains makes these photos just that much funnier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jakeonthetrain.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 679px; height: 317px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/jakeonthetrain.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-2867553423833417207?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/2867553423833417207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=2867553423833417207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2867553423833417207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2867553423833417207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-day-in-alps-withteran-jj.html' title='Snow Day in the Alps with Teran &amp; JJ'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx6TghueI2I/AAAAAAAACuQ/yE_9hIgfl1o/s72-c/IMG_6680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-212977711650288219</id><published>2009-12-08T13:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:59:14.527+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><title type='text'>Teran &amp; JJ Come to Basel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day after I returned from Romania, our good friends, Teran and JJ arrived!  (are you starting to see a pattern as to why I didn't blog for awhile??)  I have known Teran and JJ for several years now, but this was my first time to be with them as a married couple!   It was great to have them and it was JJ's first time in Europe, so there were many things to do and see for him.  Here are some pictures that we took on their first full day in Basel.  Can't you tell that they're newlyweds? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-3-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 288px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-3-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We walked around A LOT.  So Nate and I took breaks to sit down every once in awhile, but Teran was still going strong! (it looks like she's trying to climb a gate in the picture below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-2-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 654px; height: 744px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-2-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day, Nate had to work, so I showed Teran and JJ around other parts of Basel in the morning.   Then I had to work in the afternoon, so I sent them out on their own to explore and fortunately the weather was great.  Here are few pictures from their second day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 702px; height: 484px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-1copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think one of the things that JJ liked most about coming to Basel was making best friends with Jake.  Jake has made a lot of new best friends since we moved.  He is so loving and affectionate towards everyone who stays in our home.  You know he loves you when he gives you his famous Jake hug! (see below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx5JI9jN_3I/AAAAAAAACtk/nbLGMUtKHj8/s1600-h/IMG_5862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx5JI9jN_3I/AAAAAAAACtk/nbLGMUtKHj8/s400/IMG_5862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412844220455976818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is also a very good snuggler.  After all that walking around, JJ and Jake would get exhausted and then curl up on the couch and take a little nap together. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx5JJbndBHI/AAAAAAAACts/gJI9kDWcQUc/s1600-h/IMG_5894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx5JJbndBHI/AAAAAAAACts/gJI9kDWcQUc/s400/IMG_5894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412844228526802034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jake tried to show equal love by snuggling with Teran too, but he doesn't look as comfortable... what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx5LDRjGQ1I/AAAAAAAACt8/px2RA78gbVI/s1600-h/DSC01044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx5LDRjGQ1I/AAAAAAAACt8/px2RA78gbVI/s400/DSC01044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412846321768219474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well.... like everyone who comes to visit, Teran and JJ wanted to make the most of their time in Europe, so the next day they explored the city of Luzern and the day after that, they went to Rome for 3 days.  We suggested that they see one of these 3 major cities of Europe (Rome, Paris, &amp;amp; London) because they are easily accesible from Basel, and it was JJ's first time in Europe!  They had a awesome time in Rome and if you want to read more details about their trip, you can check out their blog: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://2weeksandcounting.wordpress.com"&gt;www.2weeksandcounting.wordpress.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Stay tuned" for the next post: our snowy experience with Teran &amp;amp; JJ in the Alps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-212977711650288219?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/212977711650288219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=212977711650288219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/212977711650288219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/212977711650288219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/12/teran-jj-come-to-basel.html' title='Teran &amp; JJ Come to Basel!'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sx5JI9jN_3I/AAAAAAAACtk/nbLGMUtKHj8/s72-c/IMG_5862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-1098428191221800258</id><published>2009-12-03T23:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T12:41:27.908+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romania'/><title type='text'>Romania Mission Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day after my sister and her family left, I picked up and went to Romania.  I didn't have to work this week, because of Fall Break, so I was able to join the youth team from my church to go on the trip!  This is a view from the Parliament building in Bucharest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Romania145.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 671px; height: 500px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Romania145.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since moving to Europe, I have felt very blessed to have time to do things that I am passionate about.... teaching tennis (even though I did this in Raleigh :)), traveling, and missions.  Every time I take part in a mission trip, I always learn something new&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though I might not think it is possible, God seems to reveal different things to me every time.  On this particular trip, my eyes were opened to see how blessed we really are... when I saw "we", I mean Nate and I, as well as, America, or any other wealthy country.  Growing up in one of the wealthiest countries in the world makes you take what you have for granted.  We should be thankful to God everyday for every little thing he has given us, instead of complaining about how we want something bigger and better.  And trust me, I am guilty of the latter.  But I'm thankful for what I have experienced in traveling to less fortunate cultures, so that I will always be reminded to be generous and grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While we were in Bucharest, we visited the people who are living on the streets.  Some of them live in abandoned houses, near construction sites, and even in sewers.  We brought them sandwiches &amp;amp; drinks and they were so thankful.  We tried to talk them, through translators, and even played a little soccer.  The missionaries there are building relationships with all of the homeless people we visited in order to gain their trust, so they can help them get off the streets and tell them about the hope in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bucharest.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 673px; height: 665px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/bucharest.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgPbfvNvSI/AAAAAAAACtM/YP-SMCgB3JQ/s1600-h/Romania+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgPbfvNvSI/AAAAAAAACtM/YP-SMCgB3JQ/s400/Romania+106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411091917336067362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going down into the sewer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNe3vw67I/AAAAAAAACsM/T3T7sl40d4Y/s1600-h/8824_156271380845_695790845_3222256_378608_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNe3vw67I/AAAAAAAACsM/T3T7sl40d4Y/s400/8824_156271380845_695790845_3222256_378608_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411089776297175986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People on the streets turn to the sewers, especially in the winter months because it is the only place to keep warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNfbxrCvI/AAAAAAAACsc/kPzLtbAG5vo/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNfbxrCvI/AAAAAAAACsc/kPzLtbAG5vo/s400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411089785968855794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.teenchallenge.ro/ENG/index.html"&gt;Teen Challenge&lt;/a&gt; Center.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the boys/young men come to live for one year to get back on their feet and learn the skills they need for when they start their new life. There are currently 19 at the TC Center and they are in desperate need for more space, so as you can see, they have built a 3rd floor, but it is unfinished due to not enough funds.  They are praying that they can finish it soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNfNdZcnI/AAAAAAAACsU/kUTe03D9BmI/s1600-h/3566428810_3c73e20305_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNfNdZcnI/AAAAAAAACsU/kUTe03D9BmI/s400/3566428810_3c73e20305_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411089782125720178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We stayed at the center and the mornings &amp;amp; evenings were beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNgRXrYcI/AAAAAAAACss/pCVYCuCiQgc/s1600-h/Romania+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNgRXrYcI/AAAAAAAACss/pCVYCuCiQgc/s400/Romania+171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411089800355340738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgPaZODaAI/AAAAAAAACs0/CNJd3AiD3RQ/s1600-h/Romania+165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgPaZODaAI/AAAAAAAACs0/CNJd3AiD3RQ/s400/Romania+165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411091898406496258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During the day, they put us to work!  We refinished and repainted some benches and tables...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNf67UCsI/AAAAAAAACsk/LYyzK9-2zrg/s1600-h/Romania+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgNf67UCsI/AAAAAAAACsk/LYyzK9-2zrg/s400/Romania+185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411089794330790594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sxg1DcfkIDI/AAAAAAAACtU/LXN4-Z5T4r0/s1600-h/Romania+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sxg1DcfkIDI/AAAAAAAACtU/LXN4-Z5T4r0/s400/Romania+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411133285590114354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took up the old and broken tiles of the front staircase... which was really fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgPbKZ5aJI/AAAAAAAACtE/7tqHvbXo67Y/s1600-h/Romania+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgPbKZ5aJI/AAAAAAAACtE/7tqHvbXo67Y/s400/Romania+195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411091911609510034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Helped put soil down in the new greenhouse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bucharest3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 670px; height: 444px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/bucharest3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And even cooked!  Cooking for 29 people is just a tad bit different then cooking for 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sxg5mJFEGEI/AAAAAAAACtc/oGX-okcn0qA/s1600-h/Romania+239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sxg5mJFEGEI/AAAAAAAACtc/oGX-okcn0qA/s400/Romania+239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411138279720622146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though we worked hard, we knew how to take breaks. :)  And I learned how to play soccer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bucharest4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 671px; height: 480px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/bucharest4.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had such a great time getting to know the the Teen Challenge guys.   If you were to meet them, you would never know that they were once on the streets or addicted to drugs or alcohol.  That was one of the neatest things for me... just seeing how God had completely changed them and turned their lives around was an amazing thing to witness.   Here is one last group picture of all of us before we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgPalRAiPI/AAAAAAAACs8/5C0YhJ9ZrYE/s1600-h/Romania+357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgPalRAiPI/AAAAAAAACs8/5C0YhJ9ZrYE/s400/Romania+357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411091901640116466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you would like to read more about Teen Challenge or make a donation, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.teenchallenge.ro/ENG/How-to-help-us.html"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-1098428191221800258?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/1098428191221800258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=1098428191221800258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1098428191221800258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1098428191221800258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/12/romania-mission-trip.html' title='Romania Mission Trip'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxgPbfvNvSI/AAAAAAAACtM/YP-SMCgB3JQ/s72-c/Romania+106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-6531604524403406699</id><published>2009-12-01T19:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:10:28.605+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basel'/><title type='text'>Camden Visits the Zooooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 500px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/zoo171.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who knew?  Basel has a great zoo!  The zoo is practically walking distance from our house and has just about every animal you could imagine!  It was the perfect place to take Camden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 735px; height: 560px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-3-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRXwtQ4MI/AAAAAAAACrM/Dp4OvBqbigs/s1600/zoo+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRXwtQ4MI/AAAAAAAACrM/Dp4OvBqbigs/s400/zoo+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410319996009111746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRYFm5j9I/AAAAAAAACrU/zW-pBJCmKLQ/s1600/zoo+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRYFm5j9I/AAAAAAAACrU/zW-pBJCmKLQ/s400/zoo+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410320001619562450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He even got to pet some animals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRYiODXyI/AAAAAAAACrc/b3F91S6_lQs/s1600/zoo+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRYiODXyI/AAAAAAAACrc/b3F91S6_lQs/s400/zoo+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410320009299975970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nate wanted to pet the rhino, but it was just a little too far away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRXZttLlI/AAAAAAAACrE/lmwbOrd0CAc/s1600/352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRXZttLlI/AAAAAAAACrE/lmwbOrd0CAc/s400/352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410319989836951122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of our favorite things was the seal show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 721px; height: 528px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-2-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my personal favorite animals... lions.  They look so gentle here.  Kind of makes you want to cuddle with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVYqMm3xkI/AAAAAAAACr0/mqZeKwENr2k/s1600/zoo+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVYqMm3xkI/AAAAAAAACr0/mqZeKwENr2k/s400/zoo+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410328009317533250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It looked like this bird was trying to escape...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVYpkEy-sI/AAAAAAAACrs/h50SbvN1keU/s1600/zoo+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVYpkEy-sI/AAAAAAAACrs/h50SbvN1keU/s400/zoo+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410327998437194434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the same for this bear&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVYpCfq2mI/AAAAAAAACrk/CyyVOWXPigY/s1600/zoo+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVYpCfq2mI/AAAAAAAACrk/CyyVOWXPigY/s400/zoo+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410327989423102562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all had a blast seeing the different animals.. including us adults!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRW3Z2ckI/AAAAAAAACq8/Ijj95v7CQIo/s1600/349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRW3Z2ckI/AAAAAAAACq8/Ijj95v7CQIo/s400/349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410319980626866754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the next day was sad because the Denney's went off to France for a few days to visit our cousins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVams1E7kI/AAAAAAAACsE/8tudc0BQGEQ/s1600/315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVams1E7kI/AAAAAAAACsE/8tudc0BQGEQ/s400/315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410330148270829122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when they returned, we only had one more day to spend with them. :(  So we just hung out it Basel and enjoyed each other's company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVYqp0pLiI/AAAAAAAACr8/9eHg3LT0QSU/s1600/zoo+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVYqp0pLiI/AAAAAAAACr8/9eHg3LT0QSU/s400/zoo+239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410328017159925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was so hard to say goodbye, but we had an incredible time with you and we are so glad that you came.  Looking forward to seeing you at Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=zoo215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 667px; height: 500px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/zoo215.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-6531604524403406699?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/6531604524403406699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=6531604524403406699' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/6531604524403406699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/6531604524403406699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/12/camden-visits-zooooo.html' title='Camden Visits the Zooooo!'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SxVRXwtQ4MI/AAAAAAAACrM/Dp4OvBqbigs/s72-c/zoo+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-1010122581309172548</id><published>2009-11-10T14:28:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T15:29:01.160+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swiss Alps'/><title type='text'>You'll never guess!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;You'll never guess where where we went first with my sister's family... the Swiss Alps! Okay, maybe you already guessed it, but come on, they are so beautiful and close, that who wouldn't want to vacation there!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DenneyStMoritz008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 604px; height: 452px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/DenneyStMoritz008.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a train ride and Camden absolutely loved it. I lost count of how many times he said "train" and "choo choo" while riding. It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DenneyStMoritz022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 602px; height: 449px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/DenneyStMoritz022.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt; Seth and Joy had already visited the Jungfrau region, so we decided to go to St. Moritz.  Nate and I also went to St. Moritz when my parents were here.  You can take a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiking-through-snow-in-summertime.html"&gt;look&lt;/a&gt; and see the difference in the amount of snow!  When we arrived in the afternoon, we took a quick lift up and went on a short walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svkg3paAc9I/AAAAAAAACmk/QfkHPkX6GWQ/s1600-h/Denney+St.+Moritz+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svkg3paAc9I/AAAAAAAACmk/QfkHPkX6GWQ/s400/Denney+St.+Moritz+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402385368387449810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the ride back down, Camden decided to entertain the other passengers by "pole dancing."  It was hilarious!  Don't know where he picked that up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 866px; height: 386px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we went to a higher place and had an amazing view.  Notice Camden in Seth's back pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkvR3mA2HI/AAAAAAAACos/YleJlAZ8eqQ/s1600-h/Denney+St.+Moritz+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkvR3mA2HI/AAAAAAAACos/YleJlAZ8eqQ/s400/Denney+St.+Moritz+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402401212035291250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=034.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 631px; height: 422px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/034.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Here we are after hiking up to the very highest point.  It was a bit colder at the very top and I don't think Camden liked that!  (as you can see in this picture, he is a little upset!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkvRbPoJUI/AAAAAAAACok/P0r923k_HUY/s1600-h/Denney+St.+Moritz+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkvRbPoJUI/AAAAAAAACok/P0r923k_HUY/s400/Denney+St.+Moritz+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402401204425205058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our hotel was right next to a beautiful lake, so we just hung out there and fed some ducks! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkvSTxd8VI/AAAAAAAACo0/EprdmRACKm4/s1600-h/087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkvSTxd8VI/AAAAAAAACo0/EprdmRACKm4/s400/087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402401219599528274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then went for a walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svlkccnb09I/AAAAAAAACpU/ZQ2IJ3NiU_s/s1600-h/237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svlkccnb09I/AAAAAAAACpU/ZQ2IJ3NiU_s/s400/237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402459667888329682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning we took a train ride to Diavolezza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svkt0bimmBI/AAAAAAAACoc/6F7t0yWzIP0/s1600-h/255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svkt0bimmBI/AAAAAAAACoc/6F7t0yWzIP0/s400/255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402399606776961042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is a gorgeous mountain range right next to Italy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 668px; height: 449px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/050.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Camden was happy to see all the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvktzeXAavI/AAAAAAAACn8/Of2-TNlRE4A/s1600-h/110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvktzeXAavI/AAAAAAAACn8/Of2-TNlRE4A/s400/110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402399590353758962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DenneyStMoritz138.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 358px; height: 473px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/DenneyStMoritz138.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DenneyStMoritz142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 359px; height: 471px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/DenneyStMoritz142.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;This wasn't exactly the safest place for children.  Joy is making sure she holds on tight to Camden's hands, so he doesn't slip and fall on the icy snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkhcbqkpaI/AAAAAAAACn0/qZKXQv64V-U/s1600-h/124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkhcbqkpaI/AAAAAAAACn0/qZKXQv64V-U/s400/124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402386000353994146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was amazing.   Last time Nate and I came here it was a so foggy... you could barely see your hand in front of your face. We were grateful for the clear skies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DenneyStMoritz119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 744px; height: 417px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/DenneyStMoritz119.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes Seth would run ahead on our hike... you can see him waving back at me and Joy.  Is he waving for us to hike up faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkhNt6MlHI/AAAAAAAACms/cpJNWVOhoRM/s1600-h/Denney+St.+Moritz+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvkhNt6MlHI/AAAAAAAACms/cpJNWVOhoRM/s400/Denney+St.+Moritz+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402385747553326194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the end of our last day, we found an amazing park for Camden to run around and play.  It was a little more child-proof. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svln8V_iVvI/AAAAAAAACpc/nkq2Imzu5k0/s1600-h/312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svln8V_iVvI/AAAAAAAACpc/nkq2Imzu5k0/s400/312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402463514401068786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seth took some good shots of me chasing Camden... and I caught him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=StMoritz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 1103px; height: 285px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/StMoritz.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody wants to get on the seesaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvlPNAq8gXI/AAAAAAAACpM/1VuliG_lqFo/s1600-h/150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvlPNAq8gXI/AAAAAAAACpM/1VuliG_lqFo/s400/150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402436312944640370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But when he finally got on, he was a little disinterested or scared... not really sure which one.  But Joy and I sure had fun... it went so high!  I think it's meant for grown-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svkhb4IyxlI/AAAAAAAACnk/6f94l57F1AE/s1600-h/156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svkhb4IyxlI/AAAAAAAACnk/6f94l57F1AE/s400/156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402385990817072722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a wonderful and relaxing time together in the Alps, we headed back to Basel to hang out with Nate &amp;amp; Jake (Camden's new buddies)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-1010122581309172548?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/1010122581309172548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=1010122581309172548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1010122581309172548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1010122581309172548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/11/youll-never-guess.html' title='You&apos;ll never guess!'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Svkg3paAc9I/AAAAAAAACmk/QfkHPkX6GWQ/s72-c/Denney+St.+Moritz+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-8038247054569407118</id><published>2009-11-09T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:04:08.434+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basel'/><title type='text'>Meet the Denney's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Soon after Nate's parents left, my sister and her family also came to visit us!!  Meet the Denney's, Seth and Joy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbNH6IA0kI/AAAAAAAACj0/KTwiBEeFxeo/s1600-h/Denneys+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbNH6IA0kI/AAAAAAAACj0/KTwiBEeFxeo/s400/Denneys+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730338823131714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Being apart from my sister is hard, but not being around the cutest nephew in the world is even harder!  Meet Camden.  He is looking a little mischievous here in this picture.  Don't worry, this is a pedestrian-only street!  We didn't let him run around on the main streets... too much. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbSd-3NAqI/AAAAAAAACks/yW8AaMDTnDg/s1600-h/camden+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbSd-3NAqI/AAAAAAAACks/yW8AaMDTnDg/s400/camden+089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401736215610065570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;On their first full day in Basel, we had beautiful weather.  Even though they were a little jet-lagged, they wanted to see the Basel sights.  Of course, we had to take them to our favorite fountain/photo-op in Basel!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbNHGQXkVI/AAAAAAAACjc/lptqHl1nvb4/s1600-h/Denneys+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbNHGQXkVI/AAAAAAAACjc/lptqHl1nvb4/s400/Denneys+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401730324899533138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Me and Joy overlooking the Rhine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvdK9TZpnHI/AAAAAAAAClU/_PASYT0mXbg/s1600-h/Denneys+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvdK9TZpnHI/AAAAAAAAClU/_PASYT0mXbg/s400/Denneys+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401868695094533234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good thing Seth and Nate didn't live back in the 13th century because they would have bumped their heads a lot!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbSdphxibI/AAAAAAAACkk/v4CXnciWgTI/s1600-h/Denneys+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbSdphxibI/AAAAAAAACkk/v4CXnciWgTI/s400/Denneys+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401736209883040178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After walking around awhile, we needed a little coffee break.  Or, for those of us who don't drink coffee, an ice cream break!  Click on the picture to see little man's mustache.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbQ3RY2EXI/AAAAAAAACkc/JIRwlPWik90/s1600-h/Denneys+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbQ3RY2EXI/AAAAAAAACkc/JIRwlPWik90/s400/Denneys+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401734451056480626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hanging out in Basel's market square, Marktplatz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbQ3Hws0RI/AAAAAAAACkM/d6aZfrwPStI/s1600-h/Denneys+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbQ3Hws0RI/AAAAAAAACkM/d6aZfrwPStI/s400/Denneys+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401734448472183058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Camden was entertained by the trams that went through the square.  We're not sure where he picked it up, but he said "tram" in a British accent.  We never got tired of that and it made us laugh every time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvdKensQFTI/AAAAAAAACk8/zm35eNNdOI0/s1600-h/Denneys+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvdKensQFTI/AAAAAAAACk8/zm35eNNdOI0/s400/Denneys+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401868167965316402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camden was also entertained just running around the square and playing keep-away.  Camden's eye is on his daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SviAsBAcbaI/AAAAAAAACls/Dzgc1zuntJ4/s1600-h/Denneys+122a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SviAsBAcbaI/AAAAAAAACls/Dzgc1zuntJ4/s400/Denneys+122a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402209246703807906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he doesn't see Nate coming to snatch him up!  Apparently, Seth thought it was really funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SviAsbJeE0I/AAAAAAAACl0/ycuI9Qjw0pg/s1600-h/Denneys+123a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SviAsbJeE0I/AAAAAAAACl0/ycuI9Qjw0pg/s400/Denneys+123a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402209253720986434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a long day, it was time to head back home.  For some reason, all the adults were tired, but Camden was still going strong...running to keep up with Uncle Nate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SviDheB6g0I/AAAAAAAACl8/N5fk-LsiFgY/s1600-h/Denneys+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SviDheB6g0I/AAAAAAAACl8/N5fk-LsiFgY/s400/Denneys+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402212364050924354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that was day one with the Denney's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-8038247054569407118?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8038247054569407118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=8038247054569407118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8038247054569407118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8038247054569407118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/11/meet-denneys.html' title='Meet the Denney&apos;s'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvbNH6IA0kI/AAAAAAAACj0/KTwiBEeFxeo/s72-c/Denneys+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-8630282536895805718</id><published>2009-11-05T19:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:45:44.070+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basel'/><title type='text'>Time to Say Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The weather during our time in and around Basel was not as nice as it was in the Alps.  Here we are posing in front of our favorite Basel fountain under a cloudy sky.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCx15WcHRI/AAAAAAAACik/EhOllx1LRzQ/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCx15WcHRI/AAAAAAAACik/EhOllx1LRzQ/s400/Diering+Trip+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400011492703345938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents had already visited Switzerland, Germany, and Austria on this trip, but we also decided to take them France.  We visited our favorite French town, Colmar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCx1XJBPBI/AAAAAAAACic/pvQI1zK1lII/s1600-h/Colmar+with+Dierings+-+taken+by+Dad+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCx1XJBPBI/AAAAAAAACic/pvQI1zK1lII/s400/Colmar+with+Dierings+-+taken+by+Dad+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400011483520252946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sun finally decided to make an appearance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxsgTv7uI/AAAAAAAACiE/Sc8Kq-s5CsU/s1600-h/Colmar+with+the+Dierings+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxtfPDh1I/AAAAAAAACiU/3PRw5B7wkHE/s400/Colmar+with+the+Dierings+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400011348254099282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxsgTv7uI/AAAAAAAACiE/Sc8Kq-s5CsU/s400/Colmar+with+the+Dierings+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400011331362352866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, we had to take my parents to our favorite French restaurant.  It is picturesquely located on the edge of the canal that runs through town.  As we waited for our Tarte Flambe to be served, Maria enjoyed some local wine and the view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvMcsgHfqWI/AAAAAAAACi8/mWCMI4FJgAo/s1600-h/Colmar+with+the+Dierings+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvMcsgHfqWI/AAAAAAAACi8/mWCMI4FJgAo/s400/Colmar+with+the+Dierings+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400691929008548194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was worth the wait!  I consider Tarte Flambe to be the French version of pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvHzEG7cuXI/AAAAAAAACis/KAJoOeeB_SI/s1600-h/Colmar+with+the+Dierings+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvHzEG7cuXI/AAAAAAAACis/KAJoOeeB_SI/s400/Colmar+with+the+Dierings+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400364680098920818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, we strolled through town.  Along the way, we ran into a Jack Russell puppy.  The puppy wanted to play, but Jake thought the puppy was trying to attack him.  Needless to say, our dog has some issues with new dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxsx6ncfI/AAAAAAAACiM/InMkmgdLxbk/s1600-h/Colmar+with+Dierings+-+taken+by+Dad+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxsx6ncfI/AAAAAAAACiM/InMkmgdLxbk/s400/Colmar+with+Dierings+-+taken+by+Dad+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400011336088777202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, it was time for my parents to return home to Raleigh.  It was great to spend some time with them and show them our "home away from home."  However, being with them reminded me how much I miss them.  I think they had a great time as well, because they're already trying to plan a return trip for next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvMdCANrEyI/AAAAAAAACjM/6aQGsBsUoKg/s1600-h/Colmar+with+the+Dierings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvMdCANrEyI/AAAAAAAACjM/6aQGsBsUoKg/s400/Colmar+with+the+Dierings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400692298401649442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-8630282536895805718?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8630282536895805718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=8630282536895805718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8630282536895805718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8630282536895805718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Time to Say Goodbye'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCx15WcHRI/AAAAAAAACik/EhOllx1LRzQ/s72-c/Diering+Trip+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-2929459125577912495</id><published>2009-11-04T21:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:38:54.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swiss Alps'/><title type='text'>The Dierings Visit Jungfrau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are a regular reader of our blog, you know that we enjoy the Swiss Alps.  Since my parents had never visited these mountains, I took them to our favorite Alps spot, the Jungfrau region.  Unfortunately, Maria was coaching her team in a tennis tournament, so she was unable to come with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The best part about visiting the Alps is rarely having to hike uphill.  The Swiss have constructed amazing railroads and cable cars, like the one below, that carry you right to the top of the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxPa7mavI/AAAAAAAAChs/gFCFuo0K-yQ/s1600-h/Alps+with+Dierings+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxPa7mavI/AAAAAAAAChs/gFCFuo0K-yQ/s400/Alps+with+Dierings+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010831702682354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we arrived at the top, our view was spectacular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxOy6vicI/AAAAAAAAChk/zxctaD-p6gE/s1600-h/Alps+with+Dierings+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxOy6vicI/AAAAAAAAChk/zxctaD-p6gE/s400/Alps+with+Dierings+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010820961667522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxHGgGqBI/AAAAAAAAChM/f7DKfBD5_A8/s1600-h/Alps+with+Dierings+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxHGgGqBI/AAAAAAAAChM/f7DKfBD5_A8/s400/Alps+with+Dierings+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010688779692050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad thinks he has found a mountain goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxHlk7pxI/AAAAAAAAChc/ad1X7t_SXMc/s1600-h/Alps+with+Dierings+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxHlk7pxI/AAAAAAAAChc/ad1X7t_SXMc/s400/Alps+with+Dierings+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010697121441554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's not a mountain goat, it's Jake!  You can tell he's been here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxHrIWUoI/AAAAAAAAChU/b3ErhUHrDh0/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxHrIWUoI/AAAAAAAAChU/b3ErhUHrDh0/s400/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010698612167298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But he's never been here with my parents.  He was thrilled to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxGwqhs3I/AAAAAAAAChE/Gt58U_uJM0o/s1600-h/Alps+with+Dierings+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxGwqhs3I/AAAAAAAAChE/Gt58U_uJM0o/s400/Alps+with+Dierings+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010682917827442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was glad to be with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxGvZLE2I/AAAAAAAACg8/80-yCx2wuhk/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxGvZLE2I/AAAAAAAACg8/80-yCx2wuhk/s400/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010682576606050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, we took the Jungfraujoch train to the "top of Europe."  The Jungfraujoch train is one of those amazing Swiss trains.  It travels to the top of Jungfrau through a four-mile long tunnel inside the mountain.  The tunnel is really amazing, especially when you consider that it was completed in 1912.  Here we are trying to stay warm in the ice caves, but not really succeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw4fDITMI/AAAAAAAACg0/st_L3xrSPZ4/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw4fDITMI/AAAAAAAACg0/st_L3xrSPZ4/s400/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010437671013570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was glad to be with my mom, especially where it was much warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw34QyNbI/AAAAAAAACgk/4hDqIqsao9A/s1600-h/Alps+with+Dierings+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw34QyNbI/AAAAAAAACgk/4hDqIqsao9A/s400/Alps+with+Dierings+120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010427259303346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After warming back up, we hiked across the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw3Z6nS_I/AAAAAAAACgU/A-1SDN2J3ik/s1600-h/Alps+with+Dierings+178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw3Z6nS_I/AAAAAAAACgU/A-1SDN2J3ik/s400/Alps+with+Dierings+178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010419113249778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were hiking, we towered above the Aletsch glacier, the largest glacier in the Alps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw3m1GvNI/AAAAAAAACgc/GneFhzecowM/s1600-h/Alps+with+Dierings+140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw3m1GvNI/AAAAAAAACgc/GneFhzecowM/s400/Alps+with+Dierings+140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010422579805394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see from all of the pictures, the weather was absolutely perfect during our visit.  It was great being able to show my parents the mountains that we have come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw4PPTaQI/AAAAAAAACgs/WGL2ju_Up9I/s1600-h/Alps+with+Dierings+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCw4PPTaQI/AAAAAAAACgs/WGL2ju_Up9I/s400/Alps+with+Dierings+111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400010433427106050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-2929459125577912495?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/2929459125577912495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=2929459125577912495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2929459125577912495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2929459125577912495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/11/dierings-visit-jungfrau.html' title='The Dierings Visit Jungfrau'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SvCxPa7mavI/AAAAAAAAChs/gFCFuo0K-yQ/s72-c/Alps+with+Dierings+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-3163343329030035257</id><published>2009-10-30T22:32:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:09:09.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany/Austria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><title type='text'>Hitler's Lake and Cinderella's Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From Salzburg, Maria drove us to Berchtesgaden, Austria.  This town is home to a spectacularly colored lake and was once one of Hitler's favorite places to visit.  He formulated his vision of the Third Reich while finishing his memoir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mein Kampf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; , in the region.  Once he had risen to power, he built his Eagle's Nest retreat on top of a nearby mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutcp-5ubpI/AAAAAAAACf8/GAuOiUlJK04/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutcp-5ubpI/AAAAAAAACf8/GAuOiUlJK04/s400/Diering+Trip+382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398510454663179922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We didn't have time to visit the retreat, so we hopped on a boat and cruised around the lake enjoying its gorgeous scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcO8mWVKI/AAAAAAAACfU/dyH-XlSQ7kY/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcO8mWVKI/AAAAAAAACfU/dyH-XlSQ7kY/s400/Diering+Trip+415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398509990188569762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcPiCQCRI/AAAAAAAACfk/4ZOz0dU1qVA/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcPiCQCRI/AAAAAAAACfk/4ZOz0dU1qVA/s400/Diering+Trip+410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398510000237709586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcpScY0eI/AAAAAAAACf0/IlnOPpMy_uM/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcpScY0eI/AAAAAAAACf0/IlnOPpMy_uM/s400/Diering+Trip+395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398510442728968674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcOdtn9cI/AAAAAAAACfM/jrISQvysaAw/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcOdtn9cI/AAAAAAAACfM/jrISQvysaAw/s400/Diering+Trip+429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398509981897586114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcOC5auTI/AAAAAAAACfE/tMqgJFlungc/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcOC5auTI/AAAAAAAACfE/tMqgJFlungc/s400/Diering+Trip+436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398509974699292978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutb_AKnb_I/AAAAAAAACe8/NNxmch_k3fg/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutb_AKnb_I/AAAAAAAACe8/NNxmch_k3fg/s400/Diering+Trip+442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398509716268085234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcpI_tfxI/AAAAAAAACfs/8el_FLL7ZmA/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutcpI_tfxI/AAAAAAAACfs/8el_FLL7ZmA/s400/Diering+Trip+399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398510440192769810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After enjoying God's beautiful creation, we headed back across the German border into Bavaria and visited one of the most spectacular man-made buildings in the world.  If this building looks familiar, it's because it was the inspiration for Cinderella's Castle in Disney World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutbsViQzMI/AAAAAAAACd0/6w7MNn5qHTY/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutbsViQzMI/AAAAAAAACd0/6w7MNn5qHTY/s400/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398509395586895042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuwJ4TR7BGI/AAAAAAAACgM/PlHtT_SYwLM/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuwJ4TR7BGI/AAAAAAAACgM/PlHtT_SYwLM/s400/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398700916163150946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutb-w2F3FI/AAAAAAAACe0/MUL3AK3LvVs/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutb-w2F3FI/AAAAAAAACe0/MUL3AK3LvVs/s400/Diering+Trip+464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398509712155466834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neuschwanstein Castle was the dream of "Mad" King Ludwig.  It looks really old, but was only constructed in the late 19th century.  It was actually built using steel girders and a sandstone veneer.  Unfortunately for us, they were performing repairs on an entire side of the castle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutb-MJXVcI/AAAAAAAACec/M0K8MC8fpL0/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutb-MJXVcI/AAAAAAAACec/M0K8MC8fpL0/s400/Diering+Trip+508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398509702304191938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The castle, even though the interior was only a third finished, opened for tours within six weeks after Ludwig's death.  We joined the masses and took a tour of the interior.  The rooms were lavishly decorated and displayed the King's unhealthy, in my opinion, fascination with the famous opera composer, Richard Wagner.  The master bedroom, basically a giant hand-carved wooden room, took over 10 years to complete!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuwIFQjfbeI/AAAAAAAACgE/LOh2L8vNCTk/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuwIFQjfbeI/AAAAAAAACgE/LOh2L8vNCTk/s400/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398698939746577890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most recognizable picture o&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;f the Castle, the one in which you can see all the scaffolding, is taken from Mary's bridge&lt;/span&gt;.  The bridge spans the gorge and provides an amazing view of the castle.  However, the wood floors moved a little too much for my liking, especially given its height!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutb-tm8pfI/AAAAAAAACes/V-ncxIDRY50/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutb-tm8pfI/AAAAAAAACes/V-ncxIDRY50/s400/Diering+Trip+470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398509711286642162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutbstAsaKI/AAAAAAAACd8/-vygtJkojQQ/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SutbstAsaKI/AAAAAAAACd8/-vygtJkojQQ/s400/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398509401888549026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We returned to Basel for a day of rest before my parents, Jake, and I visited the Swiss Alps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-3163343329030035257?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/3163343329030035257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=3163343329030035257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/3163343329030035257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/3163343329030035257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/10/pretty-lake-and-cinderellas-castle.html' title='Hitler&apos;s Lake and Cinderella&apos;s Castle'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sutcp-5ubpI/AAAAAAAACf8/GAuOiUlJK04/s72-c/Diering+Trip+382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-5569341935023932148</id><published>2009-10-27T21:11:00.026+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:09:45.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany/Austria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><title type='text'>The Hills are Alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're a bit behind on our posting, so we have some work to do to bring you up-to-speed on our latest adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early September, we were extremely excited to have my parents, the Dierings, come to visit us.  After they adjusted to the jet lag, we headed off to Salzburg, Austria.  Maria graciously offered to be our chauffeur and she became the first Diering to drive the streets of mainland Europe.  Six hours later, we arrived safe and sound!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudd3HZb2VI/AAAAAAAACc0/J-0XX2QeE_o/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudd3HZb2VI/AAAAAAAACc0/J-0XX2QeE_o/s400/Diering+Trip+303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385879886747986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Salzburg is probably best known for being the city where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; was filmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;   For a greater appreciation of our trip, watch this video, then browse through our pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnkB1fWcxyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nnkB1fWcxyY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's also the birthplace of some guy named Mozart.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudd3ezvdkI/AAAAAAAACc8/JNL2f_7gtUE/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudd3ezvdkI/AAAAAAAACc8/JNL2f_7gtUE/s400/Diering+Trip+318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385886171100738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's no Julie Andrews, but he still gets his own statue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc9b6TmxI/AAAAAAAACas/kG7ZfdWdttk/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc9b6TmxI/AAAAAAAACas/kG7ZfdWdttk/s400/Diering+Trip+103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397384888960916242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the 16th century, the Prince-Archbishop decided to build the "Rome of the North."  As a result, Salzburg is considered the greatest Baroque city north of the Alps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudeGEq0R2I/AAAAAAAACdU/LyZ2ClKN1b8/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudeGEq0R2I/AAAAAAAACdU/LyZ2ClKN1b8/s400/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397386136852383586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudkyNXnDqI/AAAAAAAACdk/hg9t8fZgeI0/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudkyNXnDqI/AAAAAAAACdk/hg9t8fZgeI0/s400/Diering+Trip+143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397393492171755170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The city's most famous Baroque building is its cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc9rV6dZI/AAAAAAAACa0/4FbahpVISCY/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc9rV6dZI/AAAAAAAACa0/4FbahpVISCY/s400/Diering+Trip+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397384893103240594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mozart was baptized here and later became the organist for two years. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc9y3tW-I/AAAAAAAACa8/DVbc7gVetiU/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc9y3tW-I/AAAAAAAACa8/DVbc7gVetiU/s400/Diering+Trip+130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397384895124036578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc-Brd3vI/AAAAAAAACbE/_dYYmRP9hkk/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc-Brd3vI/AAAAAAAACbE/_dYYmRP9hkk/s400/Diering+Trip+137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397384899099221746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;St. Peter's cemetery, the inspiration for the scene in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOM &lt;/span&gt;where the von Trapp family hid from the Nazis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddQf0-VgI/AAAAAAAACbU/wHdMabjrI9M/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddQf0-VgI/AAAAAAAACbU/wHdMabjrI9M/s400/Diering+Trip+156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385216429807106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see from this picture, the Mirabell Gardens had a spectacular view!  Maria is  pretending to be Julie Andrews finishing the "do-re-mi" song.  I didn't believe her when Maria, my wife, not the one from the movie, claimed that the song ended with this pose.  Don't believe her either? Judge for yourself at the end of the video attached above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudtwKJj8mI/AAAAAAAACds/hnOlzcNKIJM/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudtwKJj8mI/AAAAAAAACds/hnOlzcNKIJM/s400/Diering+Trip+293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397403352552436322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SOM&lt;/span&gt; crew danced around this statue in the Gardens at the 3:58 mark in the video above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc9GQZm3I/AAAAAAAACak/tPgb0BPE9QY/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudc9GQZm3I/AAAAAAAACak/tPgb0BPE9QY/s400/Diering+Trip+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397384883148004210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also pranced around this fountain in the Gardens  at the 4:45 mark in the video above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudd2rrfwxI/AAAAAAAACck/bYZXW4ED1v0/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudd2rrfwxI/AAAAAAAACck/bYZXW4ED1v0/s400/Diering+Trip+273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385872446309138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After much dancing of our own, we headed up the cliffs that soar above the city.  Yes, this view also made the movie.  See the 1:50 mark of the video above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddQkwoMDI/AAAAAAAACbc/HKOERM1Cge0/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddQkwoMDI/AAAAAAAACbc/HKOERM1Cge0/s400/Diering+Trip+169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385217753755698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate some schnitzel for lunch at a fantastic restaurant on the cliff's edge, but we first had to pass through the medieval city wall in order to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddQxBvzQI/AAAAAAAACbk/8FJl-bMlq-8/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddQxBvzQI/AAAAAAAACbk/8FJl-bMlq-8/s400/Diering+Trip+173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385221046783234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddRIWYnnI/AAAAAAAACbs/-wOuMr2HE4g/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddRIWYnnI/AAAAAAAACbs/-wOuMr2HE4g/s400/Diering+Trip+174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385227307359858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The restaurant shares the cliffs with the Hohensalzburg fortress.  Since its construction over 1,000 years ago, this fortress was never captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddhRA7iII/AAAAAAAACb0/-pOrUiUxbvk/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddhRA7iII/AAAAAAAACb0/-pOrUiUxbvk/s400/Diering+Trip+190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385504511199362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from the cliffs underneath the fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddiDRSywI/AAAAAAAACb8/yJA0Gx1O6C0/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddiDRSywI/AAAAAAAACb8/yJA0Gx1O6C0/s400/Diering+Trip+199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385518001605378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a bike ride along the Salzach river to the Hellbrunn castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudd2eyGBJI/AAAAAAAACcc/M9T2KvGGz2c/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudd2eyGBJI/AAAAAAAACcc/M9T2KvGGz2c/s400/Diering+Trip+259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385868984321170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The von Trapps also enjoyed the city's bike paths.  See the 3:00 mark of the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Suddi94Lo8I/AAAAAAAACcU/idcQYFaas8U/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Suddi94Lo8I/AAAAAAAACcU/idcQYFaas8U/s400/Diering+Trip+251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385533733970882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After biking for about half an hour, we had a much different view of the fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddicThfQI/AAAAAAAACcE/dBHN0pJ4So4/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SuddicThfQI/AAAAAAAACcE/dBHN0pJ4So4/s400/Diering+Trip+208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397385524721843458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" gazebo...the real reason we visited Hellbrunn castle.  It was so romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudeGSFBx8I/AAAAAAAACdc/b37NCEhMnfY/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudeGSFBx8I/AAAAAAAACdc/b37NCEhMnfY/s400/Nate%27s+Parent%27s+Trip+180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397386140451981250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a busy day, we enjoyed one last stroll through the city at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudeFcZPruI/AAAAAAAACdE/sATthqVcy8w/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudeFcZPruI/AAAAAAAACdE/sATthqVcy8w/s400/Diering+Trip+344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397386126041263842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudeFlBaxqI/AAAAAAAACdM/0SpNyXcRQt0/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SudeFlBaxqI/AAAAAAAACdM/0SpNyXcRQt0/s400/Diering+Trip+352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397386128357246626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-5569341935023932148?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/5569341935023932148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=5569341935023932148' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/5569341935023932148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/5569341935023932148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/10/hills-are-alive.html' title='The Hills are Alive...'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sudd3HZb2VI/AAAAAAAACc0/J-0XX2QeE_o/s72-c/Diering+Trip+303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-5061149732148884807</id><published>2009-10-26T22:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:07:39.360+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Of'/><title type='text'>What a Year It's Been...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've lived in Europe for just over a year now and it has truly been an incredible experience.  We have learned a lot, been challenged a lot, and have been able to see a lot of fascinating places.  Here are a few of our favorite pictures.  Can you identify all of the places?  Impress us with your knowledge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 649px; height: 486px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK041.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Paris197a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 379px; height: 567px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Paris197a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItalyTrip077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 672px; height: 443px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ItalyTrip077.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Egypt132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 669px; height: 498px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Egypt132.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItalyTrip504.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 444px; height: 588px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ItalyTrip504.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK510a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 574px; height: 428px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK510a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DieringTrip169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 740px; height: 413px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/DieringTrip169.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Egypt527.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 443px; height: 587px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Egypt527.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Pigeons.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 749px; height: 495px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Pigeons.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CzechRepublic008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 666px; height: 515px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/CzechRepublic008.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItalyTrip314a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 409px; height: 576px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ItalyTrip314a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FrenchRiviera059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 661px; height: 495px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/FrenchRiviera059.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Zermatt018a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 557px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Zermatt018a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK246a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 620px; height: 518px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK246a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Junfrau253.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 622px; height: 472px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Junfrau253.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK376a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 722px; height: 403px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK376a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ItalyTrip286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 531px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/ItalyTrip286.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DieringTrip508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 578px; height: 433px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/DieringTrip508.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DieringTrip508.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK608.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 647px; height: 430px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK608.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Istanbul190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 642px; height: 467px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Istanbul190.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Amsterdam191.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 640px; height: 477px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Amsterdam191.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, if you're up for a challenge, leave a comment and name all of these places! (top to bottom, left to right)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-5061149732148884807?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/5061149732148884807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=5061149732148884807' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/5061149732148884807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/5061149732148884807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-year-its-been.html' title='What a Year It&apos;s Been...'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-8061988304744824407</id><published>2009-09-23T21:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:56:44.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>One Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's hard to believe, but today is the anniversary of our arrival in Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year it has been!  It has been full of challenges, but also many wonderful experiences.  We love living in Basel, but definitely miss Raleigh more than ever.  We've made many new friends, but miss all of our friends and family back home.  We've tried lots of new foods, but still miss some good BBQ, an ice-filled sweet tea, a thick, juicy steak, a Chik-fil-a sandwich, a thick, juicy hamburger, and plenty of other foods.  We've experienced many new cultures (Maria has already visited 15 countries...Switzerland, Germany, France, Austria, Czech Republic, Turkey, Jordan, Egypt, Italy, Monaco, Vatican City, England, Ireland, Scotland, and the good old US of A.  She'll also visit Romania, Netherlands, and Portugal before 2009 is over!), but we miss the friendly waves of random neighbors on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has definitely been an adventure and we're looking forward to what another year will hold.  We're thankful for this amazing opportunity and we're thankful for all those that have kept in touch, whether it be through visiting, calling, or following our blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're a little behind on our blogging because we've been fairly busy as of late.  Last Saturday, my parents left us after a week and a half visit.  Then Maria's friend, Beth, arrived for a Swiss whirlwind tour on Monday.  She left us on Thursday, but then Maria's sister and her family arrived for a two week visit on Saturday.  Maria has been in the Alps for the past few days with the Denneys and will return tomorrow.  So, the next blog still may not be posted for a while, but keep checking back for updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-8061988304744824407?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8061988304744824407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=8061988304744824407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8061988304744824407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8061988304744824407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-year.html' title='One Year...'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-7043167544465063615</id><published>2009-09-18T10:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:50:44.729+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Basel Makes the NY Times... Twice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should say Basel "made" the NY Times because it was a couple of months ago, but if you are an art lover or just want to know more about where Nate and I live, take a look at either of these: &lt;a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/06/07/travel/07next.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Article One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/2006/06/11/travel/11goingto.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Article Two &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-7043167544465063615?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/7043167544465063615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=7043167544465063615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/7043167544465063615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/7043167544465063615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/09/basel-makes-ny-times-twice.html' title='Basel Makes the NY Times... Twice!'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-5744218459569636017</id><published>2009-09-16T17:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:18:55.810+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change of Seasons'/><title type='text'>Summer is Officially Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a time of year when even before the first leaf falls, you can feel the seasons change. The air is crisp, the summer is gone, and for the first night in a long time, you need a big blanket on your bed. As much as Nate and I love the change of seasons, it is hard to say goodbye to summer. Here are just a few things we will miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking to the park, reading a good book, and soaking up some sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9FjB20iI/AAAAAAAACZ0/D0pfLt0JO0Q/s1600-h/012a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9FjB20iI/AAAAAAAACZ0/D0pfLt0JO0Q/s400/012a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382079826451943970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going on weekend walks in 70 degree weather (this is a field that overlooks Basel)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9UNVuJeI/AAAAAAAACaU/3tWbg2QJThA/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9UNVuJeI/AAAAAAAACaU/3tWbg2QJThA/s400/Diering+Trip+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382080078327719394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9UXUV6fI/AAAAAAAACac/x_twtpscYik/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9UXUV6fI/AAAAAAAACac/x_twtpscYik/s400/Diering+Trip+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382080081006291442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of the lush green vines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9GGSEpqI/AAAAAAAACZ8/-RSX26ZF_9A/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9GGSEpqI/AAAAAAAACZ8/-RSX26ZF_9A/s400/Diering+Trip+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382079835915200162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one is outside our kitchen window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9TNZ4lSI/AAAAAAAACaE/YN2TYDO2C3s/s1600-h/DSC00414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9TNZ4lSI/AAAAAAAACaE/YN2TYDO2C3s/s400/DSC00414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382080061165311266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all the colorful flowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 907px; height: 236px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="Summer Flowers" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9TqNl07I/AAAAAAAACaM/xmvdqD7SiW4/s1600-h/Diering+Trip+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9TqNl07I/AAAAAAAACaM/xmvdqD7SiW4/s400/Diering+Trip+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382080068898378674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only thing we regret is not swimming in the Rhine.  People swim throughout the summer, but we never got around to it.  One day, there is a fun swim day and race.  We were away on this day, but I found this picture of the event... look at all the people in the water!  We might join in next year... we'll see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD5EVviOLI/AAAAAAAACZs/fAQxYOieyHU/s1600-h/schwimmen_im_rhein_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD5EVviOLI/AAAAAAAACZs/fAQxYOieyHU/s400/schwimmen_im_rhein_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382075407659055282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We hope that, wherever you are, you enjoyed your summer too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-5744218459569636017?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/5744218459569636017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=5744218459569636017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/5744218459569636017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/5744218459569636017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/09/summer-is-officially-gone.html' title='Summer is Officially Gone'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SrD9FjB20iI/AAAAAAAACZ0/D0pfLt0JO0Q/s72-c/012a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-9053644702978291266</id><published>2009-09-13T17:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:46:55.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><title type='text'>Ireland's Dingle Peninsula and More Irish Countryside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ireland075a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 657px; height: 369px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Ireland075a.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had one full day to see the Dingle Peninsula and due to the weather, we couldn't see much of anything.  It was extremely foggy, cloudy, misty, and cold.  But despite the bad weather, it was still a beautiful place and we enjoyed every minute of being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ireland068a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 665px; height: 453px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Ireland068a.jpg" alt="Dingle Beach" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was such a picturesque beach.  We couldn't believe that people were actually getting in the water because it was freezing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquGjiPCvxI/AAAAAAAACXc/CdvWwJDff4s/s1600-h/Ireland+065b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquGjiPCvxI/AAAAAAAACXc/CdvWwJDff4s/s400/Ireland+065b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380542124867632914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cliffs and rocks were gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ireland069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 681px; height: 361px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Ireland069.jpg" alt="Dingle Rocks" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;We drove along the coast and jumped out when we saw something worthy of a stop... we stopped a lot.  We were happy to be looking out at the Atlantic Ocean.  It felt a little closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 496px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a famous ramp that the sheep of Dingle go down each summer.  From here they are loaded (upside down!) in canoe-like boats and sent to a neighboring island to eat the grass there for the season.  Not really sure why they do that.  It looked like they had plenty of grass on Dingle to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquGlFJQ2-I/AAAAAAAACX8/nIhKFOXJC7U/s1600-h/Ireland+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquGlFJQ2-I/AAAAAAAACX8/nIhKFOXJC7U/s400/Ireland+080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380542151418502114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found someone to take a picture of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquGkpvpb1I/AAAAAAAACX0/BDeOUi9YQlI/s1600-h/Ireland+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquGkpvpb1I/AAAAAAAACX0/BDeOUi9YQlI/s400/Ireland+078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380542144063303506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In addition to Dingle's beautiful scenery, it also contains many historical sights.  For example, this church was constructed over 1,300 years ago with no mortar and is still water-tight to this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquI2Pxx64I/AAAAAAAACZc/jp5oNVmOGUU/s1600-h/Ireland+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquI2Pxx64I/AAAAAAAACZc/jp5oNVmOGUU/s400/Ireland+095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380544645353827202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is another old church.  Its graveyard contains the oldest tombs on the Peninsula.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquI1zvZn9I/AAAAAAAACZU/x__mcPMLtvk/s1600-h/Ireland+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquI1zvZn9I/AAAAAAAACZU/x__mcPMLtvk/s400/Ireland+098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380544637827653586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Within the graveyard, there is a much older Ogham Stone.  This stone had already stood here 900 years before the church was built and indicated that this was a pre-Christian holy spot.  A hole was later drilled through the top of the stone as a place were people would come to "seal the deal."  Standing on the graves of their ancestors and in front of the church, they would "swear to God" by touching thumbs through the stone.  People also came here to renew their vows, so that's what we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquGlFJQ2-I/AAAAAAAACX8/nIhKFOXJC7U/s1600-h/Ireland+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 684px; height: 283px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Untitled-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Our last sight to see in Dingle were the ruins of the Minard Castle.  It was built by the knights of Kerry in 1551 and later destroyed by Cromwell around 1650.  This exact picture (minus Nate) is on the front of our guidebook, so we definitely wanted to see it.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;thing missing is the gorgeous backdrop of the ocean, coast, and cliffs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH_BVaZmI/AAAAAAAACZM/rOQ4uKUMNPE/s1600-h/Ireland+102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH_BVaZmI/AAAAAAAACZM/rOQ4uKUMNPE/s400/Ireland+102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380543696583943778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, we left Dingle and drove further up the western coast of Ireland.  On the way, we visited the Cliffs of Moher.  These cliffs stretch for over 5 miles and rise as high as 650 feet above the Atlantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH-0tuwXI/AAAAAAAACZE/ukiPownY3Zs/s1600-h/UK+600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH-0tuwXI/AAAAAAAACZE/ukiPownY3Zs/s400/UK+600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380543693196280178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures hardly capture the enormous size of these cliffs.  Click on this picture to see how tiny the people look who are walking along the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH-RfBVXI/AAAAAAAACY8/67LJizvPuLE/s1600-h/UK+608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH-RfBVXI/AAAAAAAACY8/67LJizvPuLE/s400/UK+608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380543683739342194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are signs everywhere warning people to stay away from the edge.  But, some people want to get as close as possible and as the saying goes... curiosity killed the cat.  For over 50 people, these cliffs were the last thing they ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK609.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 693px; height: 376px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK609.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the cliffs of death, we headed to the Burren.  Basically, it is an empty, 10-square mile limestone plateau.  Our guidebook has a great quote about this place, which describes it as, "a savage land, yielding neither water enough to drown a man, nor a tree to hang him, nor soil enough to bury him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH933Dm_I/AAAAAAAACY0/_I8HgF2U4II/s1600-h/UK+614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH933Dm_I/AAAAAAAACY0/_I8HgF2U4II/s400/UK+614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380543676860832754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This "mini-Stonehenge" is called the Poulnabrone Dolmen.  Over 4,000 years ago it was grave chamber, but now it just looks like an old stone table.  It also looked like if the wind blew hard enough, that it would topple over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH9soAwDI/AAAAAAAACYs/byEt3a4itRc/s1600-h/UK+620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquH9soAwDI/AAAAAAAACYs/byEt3a4itRc/s400/UK+620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380543673844940850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a long day of driving and sight seeing, we spent the night in Galway.  The next day, we took one last scenic drive in Ireland.  This was our fifth day here and we still had not had a day of blue skies.  Our first stop was the Kylemore Abbey located on an idyllic setting on a lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquHTVwSzeI/AAAAAAAACYc/8Zjh0oG1e8g/s1600-h/Ireland+006a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquHTVwSzeI/AAAAAAAACYc/8Zjh0oG1e8g/s400/Ireland+006a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380542946151157218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This monument in the Doo Lough Valley, memorializes those who died in the valley during the potato famine.  They had walked 12 miles hoping to get food from their landlord, but were turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquHS5tJWII/AAAAAAAACYU/LxhXjpyCBjk/s1600-h/Ireland+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquHS5tJWII/AAAAAAAACYU/LxhXjpyCBjk/s400/Ireland+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380542938621761666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we've all seen in the movies, Ireland is portrayed as a country with rolling green hills and sheep everywhere.  That stereotype was not fulfilled until the last day.  As we finished our drive, we saw tons of sheep and beautiful green pastures.  I was SO happy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquHR_WA6LI/AAAAAAAACYE/9AeK8w5-Mto/s1600-h/Ireland+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquHR_WA6LI/AAAAAAAACYE/9AeK8w5-Mto/s400/Ireland+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380542922955483314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The clouds even parted and we had blue skies!  I just love this picture because THIS is Ireland to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Ireland036a.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 687px; height: 386px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/Ireland036a.jpg" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  It took forever to get all of these posts up from this trip, but we hope you enjoyed following our adventures through England, Scotland, &amp;amp; Ireland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-9053644702978291266?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/9053644702978291266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=9053644702978291266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/9053644702978291266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/9053644702978291266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/09/irelands-dingle-peninsula-and-more.html' title='Ireland&apos;s Dingle Peninsula and More Irish Countryside'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SquGjiPCvxI/AAAAAAAACXc/CdvWwJDff4s/s72-c/Ireland+065b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-4671917294752522378</id><published>2009-09-09T13:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:25:53.806+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><title type='text'>Ireland: From Dublin to Dingle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our previous two nights in Scotland really tired us out and it finally caught up with us.  When we arrived in Dublin, we both felt like we were getting sick.  We only had one day to spend there, but neither one of us wanted to get out of bed.  It was raining anyway, so we justified spending most of the morning in.  When we did venture out, we took it easy.  We walked around a little, read in a park, went to a museum, and had a great dinner.  And that is "taking it easy" for us in cities!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Little tidbit: If you ever go to Ireland or the UK, remember to "Look Right" instead of left when crossing the road.  I almost got hit the first time I stepped out into the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbi0X2OeOI/AAAAAAAACXU/cyTGTuY8MDg/s1600-h/UK+551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbi0X2OeOI/AAAAAAAACXU/cyTGTuY8MDg/s400/UK+551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379236194323167458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trinity College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbizk4BtCI/AAAAAAAACXE/nPBlnemQzVY/s1600-h/UK+555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbizk4BtCI/AAAAAAAACXE/nPBlnemQzVY/s400/UK+555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379236180640511010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shopping street jam packed with people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbizTFRDxI/AAAAAAAACW8/2Ryqc0oWcKU/s1600-h/UK+559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbizTFRDxI/AAAAAAAACW8/2Ryqc0oWcKU/s400/UK+559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379236175864205074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The National Museum of Ireland&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbiKuF4JQI/AAAAAAAACWk/qJTrKDl4ggo/s1600-h/UK+561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbiKuF4JQI/AAAAAAAACWk/qJTrKDl4ggo/s400/UK+561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379235478739887362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We weren't allowed to take pictures, but I found this image on the internet.  This is a bog mummy that we saw.  We had never seen anything like this.   Most of the bodies have been preserved in the bog for over 2,000 years and were just discovered around the 19th century.  It is unbelievable how well the skin is preserved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbiKwD1SrI/AAAAAAAACWs/xNzS8gTwxIM/s1600-h/678px-Tollundmannen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbiKwD1SrI/AAAAAAAACWs/xNzS8gTwxIM/s400/678px-Tollundmannen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379235479268182706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dublin pub street in the evening.  The famous Temple Bar is the first on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbi0X2OeOI/AAAAAAAACXU/cyTGTuY8MDg/s1600-h/UK+551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 547px; height: 412px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK563a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;Hard Rock Cafe for dinner.  It was SO yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbiKCxrBjI/AAAAAAAACWc/yC0nD6WTy-g/s1600-h/UK+562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbiKCxrBjI/AAAAAAAACWc/yC0nD6WTy-g/s400/UK+562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379235467112416818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning, we drove to the Dingle Peninsula, which is the southeast tip of Ireland.  By this time, Nate was an old pro at driving on the left side of the road, but nothing could prepare us for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbh2K0rUKI/AAAAAAAACV8/obWG_vdR6ag/s1600-h/UK+575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbh2K0rUKI/AAAAAAAACV8/obWG_vdR6ag/s400/UK+575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379235125675118754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The road was really narrow and to make it worse, we were in a cloud!  I had to laugh at this sign... it says, "Turn Back Now," but it only applies to buses and big trucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbh1pRTK1I/AAAAAAAACV0/Xyesc2YyWEU/s1600-h/UK+577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbh1pRTK1I/AAAAAAAACV0/Xyesc2YyWEU/s400/UK+577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379235116668365650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The clouds broke for a bit, so we stopped for a break.  It was a gorgeous spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbiJRvP8aI/AAAAAAAACWM/ixAbRntRsGg/s1600-h/UK+568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqbiJRvP8aI/AAAAAAAACWM/ixAbRntRsGg/s400/UK+568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379235453948916130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbh2oGCg1I/AAAAAAAACWE/ykuvZDtgWGc/s1600-h/UK+571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbh2oGCg1I/AAAAAAAACWE/ykuvZDtgWGc/s400/UK+571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379235133532570450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Downtown Dingle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbi0X2OeOI/AAAAAAAACXU/cyTGTuY8MDg/s1600-h/UK+551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 570px; height: 325px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a late lunch on the road and we weren't too hunger for dinner, so we just bought some popcorn at a festival that was going on and found a nice place to sit on the water... so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbh1D_VH9I/AAAAAAAACVk/zU2qef6D01Q/s1600-h/UK+582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbh1D_VH9I/AAAAAAAACVk/zU2qef6D01Q/s400/UK+582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379235106660884434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-4671917294752522378?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/4671917294752522378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=4671917294752522378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4671917294752522378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4671917294752522378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/09/ireland-from-dublin-to-dingle.html' title='Ireland: From Dublin to Dingle'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sqbi0X2OeOI/AAAAAAAACXU/cyTGTuY8MDg/s72-c/UK+551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-8721333524494127685</id><published>2009-09-08T18:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:36:02.368+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><title type='text'>Sleeping with Strangers in Loch Ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our last night in Scotland was a little unexpected.  Our room in Portree was given up (that's a long story, so I'll spare you the details), so the first night we stayed in Portree, we had to sleep in a single room, which means we had to share a single bed, as in, for ONE person.  That was not a pleasant night's sleep, especially when you're used to a King sized bed!  The next evening we decided to go on to our next destination, hoping that we'd have better luck finding a hotel or b&amp;amp;b on the way there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had no such luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We saw the sign, No Vacancies, about 301 times.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZ8nPFiu0I/AAAAAAAACVc/1MKpY1hoIAY/s1600-h/UK+550a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZ8nPFiu0I/AAAAAAAACVc/1MKpY1hoIAY/s400/UK+550a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379123818447158082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But we continued on towards Loch Ness and tried to enjoy our evening.  We had great views on the road and I even got to drive a little!  It was really scary and unnatural to drive on the left side of the road.  I didn't last that long because driving just shouldn't take that much concentration!  So I handed the driving reins back over to Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZxccI4hGI/AAAAAAAACUc/mt_X-ip8Ooc/s1600-h/UK+537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZxccI4hGI/AAAAAAAACUc/mt_X-ip8Ooc/s400/UK+537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379111538344363106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate this picture, but Nate thinks it's funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZxarXabHI/AAAAAAAACT8/BVj3wW2XiY4/s1600-h/UK+524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZxarXabHI/AAAAAAAACT8/BVj3wW2XiY4/s400/UK+524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379111508072098930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We stopped to take a few pictures of this castle.  The setting was simply beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZxb3qsHeI/AAAAAAAACUU/d1_Nn9xn168/s1600-h/UK+536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZxb3qsHeI/AAAAAAAACUU/d1_Nn9xn168/s400/UK+536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379111528554044898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK532.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 627px; height: 351px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK532.jpg" alt="Skye Castle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/?action=view&amp;amp;current=UK530.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 508px; height: 285px;" src="http://i906.photobucket.com/albums/ac264/mariadiering/UK530.jpg" alt="Skye Castle2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to the hotel search.  We fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ally found a Holiday Inn and th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e parking lot was pretty empty... but we soon found out that there were no free rooms there either!  The lady at the front desk tried calling around and she said there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;available in the area.  I explained our situation to her and then asked what we should do... sleep in our car?!  It was certainly looking that way until she said... "you know what, I get off in 30 minutes, why don't you come stay with me?"  So I went back to the car to tell Nate the situation and he was a little skeptical of staying with strangers, but he agreed and it turned out just fine!  They were a sweet family from Latvia, but had been in Scotland for over 5 years.  Her 15 year old daughter just loved us (she was texting all her friends that Americans were staying at her house!)  We stayed up late hanging out and talking with them.  They kept saying how we sounded like actors from the American movies! (Haha)  It was such a crazy, fun, and certainly, unexpected experience that we will never forget.  It's too bad we forgot to take a picture with them because they were a great family to take us in like that and we were very grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day, we went to the famous Loch Ness.  You can't go to Scotland and not visit this place!  Nate &amp;amp; I had always thought of the Loch Ness monster as a silly myth, but while we were there, we were actually keeping our eyes out for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZx8eqEGDI/AAAAAAAACVM/brKpHFHXGQw/s1600-h/UK+548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZx8eqEGDI/AAAAAAAACVM/brKpHFHXGQw/s400/UK+548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379112088776218674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Castle on Loch Ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZx2c4SbLI/AAAAAAAACU0/ORFz5e4GKKE/s1600-h/UK+542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZx2c4SbLI/AAAAAAAACU0/ORFz5e4GKKE/s400/UK+542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379111985219792050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I see the monster!  Okay, just kidding, I didn't.  But I think I made some people actually look where I was pointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZx2qYNeqI/AAAAAAAACU8/qJ7eW5BDYd8/s1600-h/UK+546a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZx2qYNeqI/AAAAAAAACU8/qJ7eW5BDYd8/s400/UK+546a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379111988843346594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Nessie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZx8L0DSFI/AAAAAAAACVE/e7booqv4EFQ/s1600-h/UK+547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZx8L0DSFI/AAAAAAAACVE/e7booqv4EFQ/s400/UK+547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379112083717834834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That concludes our Scotland part of the trip.  Ireland posts coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-8721333524494127685?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8721333524494127685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=8721333524494127685' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8721333524494127685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8721333524494127685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleeping-with-strangers-in-loch-ness.html' title='Sleeping with Strangers in Loch Ness'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SqZ8nPFiu0I/AAAAAAAACVc/1MKpY1hoIAY/s72-c/UK+550a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-8512081200300209298</id><published>2009-09-02T22:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T22:16:40.122+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><title type='text'>The Isle of Skye:  One of our new favorite places on Earth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In order to see the beautiful countryside of Scotland, we had to rent a car.  It sounded so nice...driving at our own pace, windows rolled down, music on, but... there's one small drawback:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00T1Rb91I/AAAAAAAACTA/KlXznpiXPNo/s1600-h/UK+398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00T1Rb91I/AAAAAAAACTA/KlXznpiXPNo/s400/UK+398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376511045472614226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes, that's right.  We had to drive on the left side of the road.  It was weird and scary at first, but once Nate got the hang of it, it was kind of fun!  As you can see here, the inside of the car is flip-flopped. That took some getting used to... especially when we hopped in and out of the car.  We kept going to the wrong door!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00d-CrSmI/AAAAAAAACTg/XvEwygTDRog/s1600-h/UK+388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00d-CrSmI/AAAAAAAACTg/XvEwygTDRog/s400/UK+388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376511219625314914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The views from Edinburgh to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glencoe&lt;/span&gt; Valley were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00dufgSWI/AAAAAAAACTY/l3qlxs6WMD8/s1600-h/UK+390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00dufgSWI/AAAAAAAACTY/l3qlxs6WMD8/s400/UK+390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376511215451261282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00U4ybotI/AAAAAAAACTQ/08Vcu0c5RUo/s1600-h/UK+393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00U4ybotI/AAAAAAAACTQ/08Vcu0c5RUo/s400/UK+393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376511063596180178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've seen a Harry Potter movie, you probably recognize this bridge.  They show it each time Harry travels by train from London to Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00Tj4arqI/AAAAAAAACS4/Q2rYEjDOmk4/s1600-h/UK+399a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00Tj4arqI/AAAAAAAACS4/Q2rYEjDOmk4/s400/UK+399a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376511040804269730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This lake appears in the background of the scenes when the train is riding over the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00TFR3zgI/AAAAAAAACSw/qDczZc_Z78w/s1600-h/UK+400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00TFR3zgI/AAAAAAAACSw/qDczZc_Z78w/s400/UK+400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376511032589536770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After driving through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Glencoe&lt;/span&gt; Valley and the land of Harry Potter, we took a ferry to the Isle of Skye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0z-XXrWOI/AAAAAAAACSo/GXs7DQ3X5p0/s1600-h/UK+405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0z-XXrWOI/AAAAAAAACSo/GXs7DQ3X5p0/s400/UK+405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510676668471522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Words cannot begin to describe the beauty of the Isle of Skye.  As we drove from the ferry to the town of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Portree&lt;/span&gt;, we were amazed at the island's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0z9VikEVI/AAAAAAAACSY/6ur2VSsDuZs/s1600-h/UK+419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0z9VikEVI/AAAAAAAACSY/6ur2VSsDuZs/s400/UK+419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510658997391698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0z8z0KeaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/Yr41bMCxonE/s1600-h/UK+421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0z8z0KeaI/AAAAAAAACSQ/Yr41bMCxonE/s400/UK+421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510649944406434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Portree&lt;/span&gt;.  The main town on the Isle of Skye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp2JdVxYYUI/AAAAAAAACTo/NoTOtWiMMXE/s1600-h/UK+430+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp2JdVxYYUI/AAAAAAAACTo/NoTOtWiMMXE/s400/UK+430+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376604667303715138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sunset became even more brilliant later in the evening. I don't think this would be a bad place to own a sail boat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0z8LQfH8I/AAAAAAAACSI/W_uJTs3qVq0/s1600-h/UK+425b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0z8LQfH8I/AAAAAAAACSI/W_uJTs3qVq0/s400/UK+425b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510639057346498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning, we woke up to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0zQMQaenI/AAAAAAAACR4/op2yhyxSdp4/s1600-h/UK+436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0zQMQaenI/AAAAAAAACR4/op2yhyxSdp4/s400/UK+436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509883411233394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we headed on a loop of the island.  This was our first stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp6poaSszwI/AAAAAAAACT0/N0cNZfB3bmo/s1600-h/UK+438a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp6poaSszwI/AAAAAAAACT0/N0cNZfB3bmo/s400/UK+438a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376921516844568322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you find Nate?  Hint: He's wearing a blue jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0zPq9naAI/AAAAAAAACRw/XrELwXcf1Sg/s1600-h/UK+455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0zPq9naAI/AAAAAAAACRw/XrELwXcf1Sg/s400/UK+455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509874474018818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rock in the distance is called Kilt Rock... because it looks like a kilt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0zPEAKryI/AAAAAAAACRo/QOi-_RV02Kw/s1600-h/UK+459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0zPEAKryI/AAAAAAAACRo/QOi-_RV02Kw/s400/UK+459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509864015736610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was SO green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0zOhRJ7PI/AAAAAAAACRg/4O2-A3Ttwy0/s1600-h/UK+465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0zOhRJ7PI/AAAAAAAACRg/4O2-A3Ttwy0/s400/UK+465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509854691749106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To break up our trip in the car, we decided to take a recommended hike.  When we started, we had beautiful, clear-blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0y0umxNlI/AAAAAAAACRY/zm9CnfSS544/s1600-h/UK+468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0y0umxNlI/AAAAAAAACRY/zm9CnfSS544/s400/UK+468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509411595466322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then...the clouds rolled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0yz4NEaNI/AAAAAAAACRQ/eB5KqGrQ4Fk/s1600-h/UK+474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0yz4NEaNI/AAAAAAAACRQ/eB5KqGrQ4Fk/s400/UK+474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509396992157906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started to rain and my hooded jacket was not exactly water proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0yzqP3JEI/AAAAAAAACRI/WawqZyYG0tQ/s1600-h/UK+481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0yzqP3JEI/AAAAAAAACRI/WawqZyYG0tQ/s400/UK+481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509393245774914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rain quickly stopped and we enjoyed the rest of our hike.  We had absolutely gorgeous views!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0yzGitNnI/AAAAAAAACRA/cV3b5wzfwQc/s1600-h/UK+484a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0yzGitNnI/AAAAAAAACRA/cV3b5wzfwQc/s400/UK+484a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509383661139570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To complete our Scottish experience, we had to see some sheep in the road (like in the movies) and we did!  I'm glad I wasn't driving, because I was so excited that I might have veered off of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0yyvyb4fI/AAAAAAAACQ4/XrHlI7NzRZg/s1600-h/UK+487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0yyvyb4fI/AAAAAAAACQ4/XrHlI7NzRZg/s400/UK+487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376509377553097202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our last stop on our loop.  How would you like that white house to be your vacation home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xqS0Zs_I/AAAAAAAACQw/hDlaySQJPlQ/s1600-h/UK+490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xqS0Zs_I/AAAAAAAACQw/hDlaySQJPlQ/s400/UK+490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376508132826133490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate &amp;amp; I spent a lot of time here just relaxing and taking in the view.  We had the ocean, rolling hills, rocks jutting out of the water, old castle remains, sheep, and... each other.  Not a bad combination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xp_YPv-I/AAAAAAAACQo/WcuspuFwClo/s1600-h/UK+501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xp_YPv-I/AAAAAAAACQo/WcuspuFwClo/s400/UK+501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376508127607767010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xopL-ixI/AAAAAAAACQQ/TELHABD5yc0/s1600-h/UK+512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xopL-ixI/AAAAAAAACQQ/TELHABD5yc0/s400/UK+512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376508104470858514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xpAg_SAI/AAAAAAAACQY/fexEf8KBHhA/s1600-h/UK+510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xpAg_SAI/AAAAAAAACQY/fexEf8KBHhA/s400/UK+510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376508110733002754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xpRj7buI/AAAAAAAACQg/NWjbGSdmqgk/s1600-h/UK+506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp0xpRj7buI/AAAAAAAACQg/NWjbGSdmqgk/s400/UK+506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376508115308736226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coming soon&lt;/span&gt;... our adventures in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Inverness&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Loch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-8512081200300209298?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/8512081200300209298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=8512081200300209298' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8512081200300209298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/8512081200300209298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/09/isle-of-skye-one-of-our-new-favorite.html' title='The Isle of Skye:  One of our new favorite places on Earth!'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sp00T1Rb91I/AAAAAAAACTA/KlXznpiXPNo/s72-c/UK+398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-1242319412113547833</id><published>2009-08-30T21:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:12:33.913+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><title type='text'>Anniversary in Edinburgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a long journey from Bath, we finally arrived in Edinburgh.  As we rode the bus from the airport to the hotel, both of us were in awe of how beautiful, and almost magical, the city looked.  The buildings were very different from anything else we'd ever seen in Europe.  That evening, we enjoyed walking around and getting a feel for the city.  It was so laid back and relaxing.  While we were out, the Edinburgh Military Tattoo, a marching band of drummers and bag pipers, was having a dress rehearsal, so we took advantage of a free mini-concert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As they left their rehearsal, we snapped a quick shot. I would not want to be wearing a skirt on such a windy night as this. Excuse me, it is a kilt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqmFIiH2SI/AAAAAAAACPo/WQTleurZhd0/s1600-h/UK+301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqmFIiH2SI/AAAAAAAACPo/WQTleurZhd0/s400/UK+301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791712340269346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning was our 3 year anniversary!  So I woke up and fixed myself really nice for the special day and Nate says... I think we should go for a hike.  A hike!?  I thought he had lost his mind.  But it turned out for the best.  There was a perfect hike that led to spectacular views over the city.  We found some interesting ruins on our way up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqmE_tIM3I/AAAAAAAACPg/ndaGraX7J5M/s1600-h/UK+303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqmE_tIM3I/AAAAAAAACPg/ndaGraX7J5M/s400/UK+303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791709970510706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was another windy day, but it was gorgeous the way the wind blew the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql8UejJnI/AAAAAAAACPY/bJ6nVS1psdU/s1600-h/UK+307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql8UejJnI/AAAAAAAACPY/bJ6nVS1psdU/s400/UK+307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791560927684210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it to the top!  The wind made Nate look like he had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mohawk&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql71aFgrI/AAAAAAAACPQ/ha2QR_uZjtg/s1600-h/UK+312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql71aFgrI/AAAAAAAACPQ/ha2QR_uZjtg/s400/UK+312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791552587465394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a breathtaking view! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql7rHRrhI/AAAAAAAACPI/k9TVdX4_DyA/s1600-h/UK+320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql7rHRrhI/AAAAAAAACPI/k9TVdX4_DyA/s400/UK+320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791549824216594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql7OShObI/AAAAAAAACPA/l6GrQag1hcQ/s1600-h/UK+322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql7OShObI/AAAAAAAACPA/l6GrQag1hcQ/s400/UK+322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791542086744498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hiking trail was over a point called Arthur's Seat.  You can really see the trail and the Edinburgh Castle in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql627KAdI/AAAAAAAACO4/Uv1nTIo1pHg/s1600-h/UK+327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spql627KAdI/AAAAAAAACO4/Uv1nTIo1pHg/s400/UK+327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791535814738386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edinburgh is known for it's Royal Mile, which is a road that stretches a little over a mile from the Edinburgh Castle to the Palace of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Holyroodhouse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqleLOkrBI/AAAAAAAACOA/RX2kTedDARI/s1600-h/UK+364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqleLOkrBI/AAAAAAAACOA/RX2kTedDARI/s400/UK+364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791043048680466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Palace of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Holyroodhouse&lt;/span&gt;. Another one of the Queen's many vacation homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlssjMuBI/AAAAAAAACOw/JpJHF3GipBc/s1600-h/UK+334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlssjMuBI/AAAAAAAACOw/JpJHF3GipBc/s400/UK+334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791292511729682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the other end of the Royal Mile is the Edinburgh Castle. We spent the afternoon exploring the castle grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlrPVkepI/AAAAAAAACOY/yp-8BB1URMI/s1600-h/UK+350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlrPVkepI/AAAAAAAACOY/yp-8BB1URMI/s400/UK+350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791267490069138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spqlq7VQV1I/AAAAAAAACOQ/8_W5Pz328FU/s1600-h/UK+353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spqlq7VQV1I/AAAAAAAACOQ/8_W5Pz328FU/s400/UK+353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791262120040274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlencF5HI/AAAAAAAACOI/RgAh0lkFbcQ/s1600-h/UK+359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlencF5HI/AAAAAAAACOI/RgAh0lkFbcQ/s400/UK+359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791050621576306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlriALNCI/AAAAAAAACOg/iJWe1ABZGzs/s1600-h/UK+344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlriALNCI/AAAAAAAACOg/iJWe1ABZGzs/s400/UK+344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791272500605986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqldR9nqUI/AAAAAAAACNw/8QJbsytUwFQ/s1600-h/UK+377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqldR9nqUI/AAAAAAAACNw/8QJbsytUwFQ/s400/UK+377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791027676752194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every August, Edinburgh hosts one of the largest festivals in Europe.  We arrived a few days too early, but many performers had arrived early as well and were putting on street shows along the Royal Mile.  We were able to watch a juggling act, a bed-of-nails act, and a Houdini-inspired escape act.  As you can tell by my face, we really enjoyed watching these shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlsH_GLHI/AAAAAAAACOo/jBJfb_S-Msk/s1600-h/UK+338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqlsH_GLHI/AAAAAAAACOo/jBJfb_S-Msk/s400/UK+338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791282696629362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edinburgh was once the most crowded city in Europe; the result of some of the world's earliest skyscrapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spqld8ddKkI/AAAAAAAACN4/zv6cIDUpFhE/s1600-h/UK+372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spqld8ddKkI/AAAAAAAACN4/zv6cIDUpFhE/s400/UK+372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791039084571202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we ate a delicious desert, we watched the sun set over the Royal Mile.  It was a great way to conclude a wonderful anniversary day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqldIqa5pI/AAAAAAAACNo/KKlQYlCdyYk/s1600-h/UK+386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqldIqa5pI/AAAAAAAACNo/KKlQYlCdyYk/s400/UK+386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791025180305042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-1242319412113547833?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/1242319412113547833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=1242319412113547833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1242319412113547833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1242319412113547833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/08/anniversary-in-edinburgh.html' title='Anniversary in Edinburgh'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpqmFIiH2SI/AAAAAAAACPo/WQTleurZhd0/s72-c/UK+301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-2391921066895843309</id><published>2009-08-30T15:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T08:25:56.086+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>Maria &amp; Nate in Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The tour left Stonehenge and brought us to the city of Bath.  Since we were spending the night in Bath, we abandoned the tour and explored the city on our own.  Our first visit was the site of the Roman baths built over a series of hot springs.  When the Romans ruled Britannia during the 1st century, the city was extremely popular because of these baths.  So popular in fact, that the city simply became known as Bath.  If you don't believe us, click on this picture to see it written in stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkkYnvSHI/AAAAAAAACMI/azy1F9A90q8/s1600-h/UK+287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkkYnvSHI/AAAAAAAACMI/azy1F9A90q8/s400/UK+287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719681467304050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the Romans headed back to Rome, the baths silted up and the city lost its appeal.  In 1687, Queen Mary bathed here and within 10 months she gave birth to a son.  She credited the conception to the healing powers of the waters and, as a result, the town became a popular spa resort for the rich and famous.  Most of the buildings in the city, including the site of the Roman baths, were built according to the Georgian style that was popular  in the 18th century.  These pictures were taken inside the Roman baths:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppm6-sSh2I/AAAAAAAACNg/b_qKcr37Pko/s1600-h/UK+266a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppm6-sSh2I/AAAAAAAACNg/b_qKcr37Pko/s400/UK+266a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375722268667316066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppk83gSe1I/AAAAAAAACNI/2_ttskfpZWk/s1600-h/UK+262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppk83gSe1I/AAAAAAAACNI/2_ttskfpZWk/s400/UK+262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375720102074415954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppk7xWZ-cI/AAAAAAAACMw/skdg3XdUuPQ/s1600-h/UK+277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppk7xWZ-cI/AAAAAAAACMw/skdg3XdUuPQ/s400/UK+277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375720083242482114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppk7bTdbGI/AAAAAAAACMo/xEx7vg_bDoE/s1600-h/UK+278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppk7bTdbGI/AAAAAAAACMo/xEx7vg_bDoE/s400/UK+278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375720077324545122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Pump Room is an elegant Georgian restaurant that was built above the Roman baths.  We stopped and enjoyed a strawberry lemonade made from the water flowing out of the hot springs. The water flows out of the elegant fountain in the background of this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppklik5tLI/AAAAAAAACMg/zsqgEMMsThI/s1600-h/UK+281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Sppklik5tLI/AAAAAAAACMg/zsqgEMMsThI/s400/UK+281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719701319627954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once put on ice, the drink was really tasty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppklORVB0I/AAAAAAAACMY/EyAVJUypLUk/s1600-h/UK+282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppklORVB0I/AAAAAAAACMY/EyAVJUypLUk/s400/UK+282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719695868823362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The city recently constructed the modern Thermae Bath Spa.  Since we were staying in a city famous for its hot springs, we couldn't resist visiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkkBWf4sI/AAAAAAAACMA/vxIlnaidP5w/s1600-h/UK+288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkkBWf4sI/AAAAAAAACMA/vxIlnaidP5w/s400/UK+288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719675220976322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There were four different steams rooms with different scents.  Each one was so relaxing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkkyhqcoI/AAAAAAAACMQ/a1saO_YG614/s1600-h/UK+284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkkyhqcoI/AAAAAAAACMQ/a1saO_YG614/s400/UK+284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719688421143170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The spa's main heated bath is located on the roof and has commanding views of the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpplPjp00rI/AAAAAAAACNY/phfFPYEY2Vs/s1600-h/2580713796_0018983057_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpplPjp00rI/AAAAAAAACNY/phfFPYEY2Vs/s400/2580713796_0018983057_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375720423163220658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After feeling refreshed from the spa and getting a good night's sleep, we walked through the town and enjoyed its unique architecture the next morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkWJCq6xI/AAAAAAAACL4/bYmNVz_BZQc/s1600-h/UK+289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkWJCq6xI/AAAAAAAACL4/bYmNVz_BZQc/s400/UK+289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719436767128338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This famous part of the city is called the Circus because it's a circular area surrounded by these large townhouses.  Not surprisingly, the Latin word 'circus' means ring or circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkV7Q-XLI/AAAAAAAACLw/y0fvMBm5eKA/s1600-h/UK+292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkV7Q-XLI/AAAAAAAACLw/y0fvMBm5eKA/s400/UK+292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719433069026482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another famous part of the city is the Royal Crescent.  This area is a semi-circle of townhouses overlooking the picturesque countryside.  Due to its awkward shape, we had difficulty capturing it in a photo.  We had to use a borrow and image from someone on the internet, which is why this is the only picture on our post that contains a blue sky.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpplPP6gSdI/AAAAAAAACNQ/uVywFp32RGA/s1600-h/Royal_Crescent_in_Bath,_England_-_July_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 62px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpplPP6gSdI/AAAAAAAACNQ/uVywFp32RGA/s400/Royal_Crescent_in_Bath,_England_-_July_2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375720417864468946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A beautiful bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkVKxK8PI/AAAAAAAACLg/LiV0f6MD9xI/s1600-h/UK+298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkVKxK8PI/AAAAAAAACLg/LiV0f6MD9xI/s400/UK+298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719420050731250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's an example of the dreary weather.  Our hotel was located on the other end of this beautiful park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkVsUUgNI/AAAAAAAACLo/OnEq0yY3dnA/s1600-h/UK+297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkVsUUgNI/AAAAAAAACLo/OnEq0yY3dnA/s400/UK+297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719429056528594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our hotel was appropriately named the Parade Park Hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkUnTY9hI/AAAAAAAACLY/NrVSvZ5IXZs/s1600-h/UK+300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkUnTY9hI/AAAAAAAACLY/NrVSvZ5IXZs/s400/UK+300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375719410530579986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After touring the city, we took a bus to London, the Tube to King's Cross train station, a train to the Luton train station, a bus to the Luton airport, a plane to Edinburgh, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;, a bus to the Edinburgh city center.  We're exhausted just remembering all that traveling, so we need to take a break before we post our Edinburgh blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-2391921066895843309?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/2391921066895843309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=2391921066895843309' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2391921066895843309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/2391921066895843309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/08/maria-nate-in-bath.html' title='Maria &amp; Nate in Bath'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppkkYnvSHI/AAAAAAAACMI/azy1F9A90q8/s72-c/UK+287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-5147074076006176696</id><published>2009-08-30T11:36:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:33:36.749+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>Windsor Castle &amp; Stonehenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our guidebook highly recommended visiting the city of Bath.  We also really wanted to see Stonehenge, since it was on the way to Bath.  However, reaching Stonehenge by public transportation proved to be nearly impossible, so we purchased a tour that would take us to Bath while stopping at Windsor Castle and Stonehenge.  We don't usually take tours, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity.  When the tour bus picked us up from our hotel, we were surprised to learn that we would stop at Stonehenge only on the return trip from Bath to London.  Since we purchased the tour just so we could see Stonehenge on the way to Bath, we were not pleased.  Especially since when we booked the tour, we were repeatedly assured that Stonehenge would be a stop on the way to Bath.  After some convincing, one of the tour guides finally agreed to stop at Stonehenge prior to reaching Bath.  We were relieved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since we booked the tour only because of Stonehenge, we really had no expectations for Windsor Castle.  We were pleasantly surprised!  The castle is one of the Queen's many vacation homes.  It also happens to be the largest inhabited castle in the world, with over 480,000 square feet!  Here are some pictures of us exploring the castle grounds:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI6REf8pI/AAAAAAAACLI/2Vkd4nAyKmY/s1600-h/UK+199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI6REf8pI/AAAAAAAACLI/2Vkd4nAyKmY/s400/UK+199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375689271071994514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI58X1AmI/AAAAAAAACLA/l6ocHXLAwts/s1600-h/UK+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI58X1AmI/AAAAAAAACLA/l6ocHXLAwts/s400/UK+202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375689265515922018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI5B1qXsI/AAAAAAAACK4/nDJdEgbCu9o/s1600-h/UK+204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI5B1qXsI/AAAAAAAACK4/nDJdEgbCu9o/s400/UK+204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375689249803361986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI4zbN8-I/AAAAAAAACKw/9KE_rcE539w/s1600-h/UK+206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI4zbN8-I/AAAAAAAACKw/9KE_rcE539w/s400/UK+206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375689245934351330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppIpdMkSYI/AAAAAAAACKo/H0Y4zqFJaeU/s1600-h/UK+213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppIpdMkSYI/AAAAAAAACKo/H0Y4zqFJaeU/s400/UK+213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375688982269282690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although the outside of the castle was spectacular, the inside was even more impressive.  We were able to walk through the Royal Staterooms and each room was over-the-top luxurious.  The rooms were probably the most finely decorated and exquisitely furnished that we had ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI6gPU_ZI/AAAAAAAACLQ/XioyFrChbMg/s1600-h/Windsor+Castle+Interiors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI6gPU_ZI/AAAAAAAACLQ/XioyFrChbMg/s400/Windsor+Castle+Interiors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375689275143945618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We then headed to Stonehenge.  We were so excited to see it!  We've seen many photos of and TV programs about this place, so it was surreal to actually be standing in front of it.  It's hard to believe that Stonehenge is older than the Pyramids!  The stones themselves are huge, but the entire arrangement is not as large as the pictures would make you think.  Regardless, we were still thrilled to have been able to visit Stonehenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppIo9TYiTI/AAAAAAAACKg/Xa_9kZcLOPs/s1600-h/UK+214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppIo9TYiTI/AAAAAAAACKg/Xa_9kZcLOPs/s400/UK+214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375688973707938098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppInhGTksI/AAAAAAAACKI/snzaUZxA4Iw/s1600-h/UK+228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppInhGTksI/AAAAAAAACKI/snzaUZxA4Iw/s400/UK+228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375688948957024962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppIocyUONI/AAAAAAAACKY/mtd6uHmas4c/s1600-h/UK+217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppIocyUONI/AAAAAAAACKY/mtd6uHmas4c/s400/UK+217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375688964979308754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppITV9036I/AAAAAAAACKA/q8w9O9Rmk5E/s1600-h/UK+257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppITV9036I/AAAAAAAACKA/q8w9O9Rmk5E/s400/UK+257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375688602371284898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppISy_2UlI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Vdr4uOVC7OM/s1600-h/UK+236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Stonehenge'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SppI6REf8pI/AAAAAAAACLI/2Vkd4nAyKmY/s72-c/UK+199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-4338008200437983962</id><published>2009-08-29T18:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:26:13.533+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>Lovely London Continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Our itinerary for day two in London was very ambitious.  There were still lots of sights to be seen.  We started our morning at the Tower of London.  Maria really liked this statue:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtjqdaJSI/AAAAAAAACJA/NrJCcCCZe9o/s1600-h/UK+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtjqdaJSI/AAAAAAAACJA/NrJCcCCZe9o/s400/UK+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375307352215528738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is where the old meets new.  The Tower of London sits in the middle of many modern buildings.  It's hard to believe that a 900 year-old building sits right across the street from buildings completed within the past 5 years!  We did not tour the Tower, because entrance fees were $35 per person!  With so many amazing free sights, we didn't think it would be worth the time or cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtjWS--TI/AAAAAAAACI4/ni1m9g5EyyU/s1600-h/UK+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtjWS--TI/AAAAAAAACI4/ni1m9g5EyyU/s400/UK+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375307346803095858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fortunately, walking across the Tower Bridge is free! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjti1CRvUI/AAAAAAAACIw/V2hZKCyVZAw/s1600-h/UK+093a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjti1CRvUI/AAAAAAAACIw/V2hZKCyVZAw/s400/UK+093a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375307337874652482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you find me in this picture?  Don't forget to click on it to make your search easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjtiol_A5I/AAAAAAAACIo/1_7jRc_2URE/s1600-h/UK+100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjtiol_A5I/AAAAAAAACIo/1_7jRc_2URE/s400/UK+100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375307334534759314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you're having trouble finding me in the previous picture, I think I'm easier to spot in this one.  We thought this would be a cool picture, so I made Maria run way ahead to capture it.  Who am I kidding?  I'm the one who had to backtrack!   Anything for a great snapshot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtC9kp8II/AAAAAAAACIg/fi19soIdi0c/s1600-h/UK+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtC9kp8II/AAAAAAAACIg/fi19soIdi0c/s400/UK+104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375306790410514562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As you can probably tell by now, we really enjoyed this bridge.  However, we were surprised to learn that this is not THE London Bridge.  You know, the one that is falling down.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtCdv2tYI/AAAAAAAACIY/F_Og2pXSlMc/s1600-h/UK+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtCdv2tYI/AAAAAAAACIY/F_Og2pXSlMc/s400/UK+113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375306781867554178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Here is the real London Bridge.  Kind of makes you wonder why the song isn't about the Tower Bridge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtCLlR7gI/AAAAAAAACIQ/D6sLB1llpgw/s1600-h/UK+114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtCLlR7gI/AAAAAAAACIQ/D6sLB1llpgw/s400/UK+114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375306776991362562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Here is my favorite graduate with an English degree standing in front of Shakespeare's Globe Theater.  It took about 3 hours for Maria to stop talking in olde English after seeing the Globe.  Just kidding, she doesn't know how to speak that way because Cliff's Notes are not written in olde English!  Oh yes, I went there!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtBqkhafI/AAAAAAAACII/3VsqR7NSihc/s1600-h/UK+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtBqkhafI/AAAAAAAACII/3VsqR7NSihc/s400/UK+115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375306768129812978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Departing the Globe, we headed to Tate Modern.  This is a modern art museum and is displayed in a converted warehouse.  Admission to this museum was also free!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjsk8BvmqI/AAAAAAAACH4/F9kjUPtdYFw/s1600-h/UK+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjsk8BvmqI/AAAAAAAACH4/F9kjUPtdYFw/s400/UK+120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375306274599574178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now I must admit, I'm not a huge fan of modern art.  In this picture, you can really see how I'm struggling to understand the artist's inspiration.  What are those things lying all over the floor?  Is that symbolic poop or something?  I'm certainly open to any suggestions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjskRaymRI/AAAAAAAACHw/_qIsa5_J07s/s1600-h/UK+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjskRaymRI/AAAAAAAACHw/_qIsa5_J07s/s400/UK+121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375306263161903378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't get me wrong, this museum certainly displayed many great pieces, but a few of them just confused me.  Overall, we were very glad to have visited and we thought that it was definitely the best modern art collection we'd ever viewed.  Here are some of our favorite works, along with some of the more interesting ones. I've left out the really disturbing ones.  Don't forget to click the picture to enlarge it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpkQkR-NDeI/AAAAAAAACJY/Gy9pA_-SuUA/s1600-h/Tate+Modern+Art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpkQkR-NDeI/AAAAAAAACJY/Gy9pA_-SuUA/s400/Tate+Modern+Art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375345845729037794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After leaving Tate Modern, we crossed the Millennium Bridge over the River Thames and walked towards St. Paul's Cathedral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spj0MTK8I5I/AAAAAAAACJQ/-LfBfVCuGmE/s1600-h/UK+118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spj0MTK8I5I/AAAAAAAACJQ/-LfBfVCuGmE/s400/UK+118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375314647408452498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The unique handrail-looking things on the side of the bridge were actually designed to deflect the wind over the heads of pedestrians.  As you can see from this picture, it seems to be working, especially when you compare this picture to the one of Maria on the bridge in our previous blog post.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjsj2NJjBI/AAAAAAAACHo/tWVMw7sw62c/s1600-h/UK+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjsj2NJjBI/AAAAAAAACHo/tWVMw7sw62c/s400/UK+128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375306255856929810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We really wanted to visit both the British Library and the British Museum before leaving London, but both of these sights were closing early, so we decided to only walk by St. Paul's Cathedral.  This was a wise decision, because the British Library was one of the most impressive sights that we visited in London.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjsJMBgQMI/AAAAAAAACHA/zU1gSTEFNII/s1600-h/UK+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjsJMBgQMI/AAAAAAAACHA/zU1gSTEFNII/s400/UK+137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305797857198274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The building itself was nothing special.  It was a giant red-brick building and looked like it could have been part of NC State's campus.  However, what made the British Library special was its display of rare documents and books.  I think it must be the most impressive collection in the entire world.  Here is a listing of a few items that we saw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shakespeare's First Folio (first printed collection of his plays) (1623)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Composition drafts by Handel (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Messiah), &lt;/span&gt;Beethoven (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6th Symphony)&lt;/span&gt;, Schubert, Bach, and Mozart.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Captain Robert Falcon Scott's diary from his tragic South Pole expedition (1911-1912)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gutenberg's Bible (1455)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Original, hand-written version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (1862)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st edition of Chaucer's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Canterbury Tales (1476)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magna Carta (1215)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st printed edition of the New Testament in English, translation by William Tyndale (1526)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leonardo da Vinci's notebook (1508 - 15219)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Florence Nightingale's letters describing the conditions during the Crimean War (1854)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handwritten Beatle's lyrics to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Wanna Hold Your Hand&lt;/span&gt; and a few others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Portions of the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Codex Sinaiticus &lt;/span&gt;(earliest&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;surviving copy of the complete New Testament) (4th century) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vladimir Lenin's &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;application for a British Museum reader's pass (1902)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Okay, Maria says that I've already listed enough, but I think you have the idea.  The extent of the collection is truly amazing.  Unfortunately, photography was not allowed, but Maria was able to sneakily snap a photo of the original &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Alice's Adventures in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjsjIohWXI/AAAAAAAACHY/4NkczuJzxOw/s1600-h/UK+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjsjIohWXI/AAAAAAAACHY/4NkczuJzxOw/s400/UK+134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375306243623704946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the center of the British Library, there is a display of King George III's book collection, called the King's Library.  It reminded us of our collection of old books at our home in Raleigh, but of course, ours is not nearly as impressive or as old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjsJShuIeI/AAAAAAAACHI/V5JgfpS9Nhs/s1600-h/UK+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjsJShuIeI/AAAAAAAACHI/V5JgfpS9Nhs/s400/UK+136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305799602938338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the British Library, we hurried over to the British Museum.  Our favorite exhibit was the famous Rosetta Stone.  This stone was instrumental in unlocking the secrets of ancient hieroglyphic writing.  You might have heard of the Rosetta Stone because of the language program that has the same name.  We are actually using it to learn German.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjsItvmW6I/AAAAAAAACG4/15MTT5Qjo5Y/s1600-h/UK+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjsItvmW6I/AAAAAAAACG4/15MTT5Qjo5Y/s400/UK+142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305789729037218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The museum is filled with many artifacts from ancient civilizations.  What set this museum apart from others for us, was that it allowed photography.  As you can see, we took full advantage of this opportunity.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjuy6iZyDI/AAAAAAAACJI/_Ib-_Qivde4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjuy6iZyDI/AAAAAAAACJI/_Ib-_Qivde4/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375308713741109298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjrs1jLFII/AAAAAAAACGg/Ig1fn69wK4U/s1600-h/UK+153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjrs1jLFII/AAAAAAAACGg/Ig1fn69wK4U/s400/UK+153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305310788064386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrsiI1u_I/AAAAAAAACGY/rQWDh2Kmd5A/s1600-h/UK+157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrsiI1u_I/AAAAAAAACGY/rQWDh2Kmd5A/s400/UK+157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305305577339890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After snapping all those photos, we were hungry, but desert before dinner?  Only on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjrr3sjFMI/AAAAAAAACGI/3fReGs7eYpY/s1600-h/UK+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjrr3sjFMI/AAAAAAAACGI/3fReGs7eYpY/s400/UK+164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305294184387778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were walking down the street, we stumbled upon this... (this is for Maria's mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrdU6r37I/AAAAAAAACGA/FRuYDCdZw6s/s1600-h/UK+167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrdU6r37I/AAAAAAAACGA/FRuYDCdZw6s/s400/UK+167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305044330274738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big Ben!  This time at sunset.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjrc1nonmI/AAAAAAAACF4/lewOxf-HuMQ/s1600-h/UK+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/Spjrc1nonmI/AAAAAAAACF4/lewOxf-HuMQ/s400/UK+173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305035928870498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Maria's favorite movies is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notting Hill&lt;/span&gt;.  Since the suburb of Notting Hill is located just outside of London, I was forced to visit in hopes that Maria would recognize a street or house or something from the movie.  She did not.  However, all was not lost since the area was really nice, even if the parts that we saw were not in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrcWkCvzI/AAAAAAAACFw/HlaA30zn8jA/s1600-h/UK+182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrcWkCvzI/AAAAAAAACFw/HlaA30zn8jA/s400/UK+182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305027592306482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Proof that we actually visited Notting Hill and proof of how excited Maria was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrbrYCVqI/AAAAAAAACFo/mVJg21ks64w/s1600-h/UK+189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrbrYCVqI/AAAAAAAACFo/mVJg21ks64w/s400/UK+189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305015999223458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of movies set in London, we also visited the train platform that was made famous by the Harry Potter movies.  It is located in the imressive King's Cross Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrbJPcrQI/AAAAAAAACFg/wCzGwHpQUyk/s1600-h/UK+190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjrbJPcrQI/AAAAAAAACFg/wCzGwHpQUyk/s400/UK+190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375305006836395266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;London was like no other city that we have visited during our time in Europe.  It has a similar energy to New York City, but has more historical sights.  After two busy days in London, we were ready to see some of the English country side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-4338008200437983962?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/4338008200437983962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=4338008200437983962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4338008200437983962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4338008200437983962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovely-london-continued.html' title='Lovely London Continued...'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpjtjqdaJSI/AAAAAAAACJA/NrJCcCCZe9o/s72-c/UK+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-4621957757567454019</id><published>2009-08-28T20:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:43:13.001+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>Lovely London</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For our final extended trip of 2009, we decided to tour the United Kingdom and Ireland.  I (Nate) had previously visited England, but this was Maria's first visit.  I was really excited to travel in a part of Europe that was new for Maria, since she had already visited most of the countries that we had been to this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first stop on our English tour was London.  We arrived at night and left our hotel first thing in the morning to see the city.  Just when we thought we were out of Switzerland, we stumbled upon was a Swiss monument in the middle of London! The display shows all the symbols of the Swiss cantons and was donated as a goodwill gesture.  Our canton's symbol is the black curl (Maria tells me it's a shepherd's staff) on the 2nd from bottom row on the left side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  This was definitely not the first site that we were expecting to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQ1j2ZWtI/AAAAAAAACE0/IhpzLCXnXvw/s1600-h/UK+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQ1j2ZWtI/AAAAAAAACE0/IhpzLCXnXvw/s400/UK+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290611423238866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our Swiss experience, we headed to the National Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQ0blFiZI/AAAAAAAACEc/PMeAb4gp3k0/s1600-h/UK+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQ0blFiZI/AAAAAAAACEc/PMeAb4gp3k0/s400/UK+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290592023284114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was by far the best art museum that either of us had ever visited.  There were tons of paintings that we recognized, including works by Monet, Van Gogh, Rubens, Rembrandt, Michaelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael, Renoir, Caravaggio, and Botticelli.  Just to name a few.  The best part of this museum was its admission price...  free!  Click on the image here to see a sample of our favorites paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpgfOmVfXpI/AAAAAAAACFQ/TGt2_r1PIhg/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 64px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpgfOmVfXpI/AAAAAAAACFQ/TGt2_r1PIhg/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375080490936000146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We exited the National Gallery and stepped into Trafalgar Square.  From here, we were able to catch our first glimpse of our first London icon, Big Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQ1EX70mI/AAAAAAAACEo/N1XNYaIoC6k/s1600-h/UK+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQ1EX70mI/AAAAAAAACEo/N1XNYaIoC6k/s400/UK+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290602973975138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we walked towards Big Ben, we stopped at the Churchill and Cabinet War Rooms Museum.  For those of you who don't know, I'm not flashing peace signs.  It's Churchill's famous "V for Victory" sign.   Maria thought I should clarify, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQheNxWxI/AAAAAAAACDg/wZJoZZbLMKQ/s1600-h/UK+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQheNxWxI/AAAAAAAACDg/wZJoZZbLMKQ/s400/UK+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290266313284370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This museum really blew us away.  It is located in a series of bunkers underneath an ordinary government building.  These bunkers served as the underground headquarters of the British government during the Battle of Britain and throughout World War II.  It took over a year to construct the bunkers, including the pouring of a 9-foot concrete slab above them, but somehow the Germans never learned of its existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQigwmPbI/AAAAAAAACDw/3X5YEEep-oM/s1600-h/UK+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQigwmPbI/AAAAAAAACDw/3X5YEEep-oM/s400/UK+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290284176096690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the War ended, most of the people working in the shelter cleaned off their desks, shut off the lights, and went home, never to return to the bunker.  Consequently, many of the rooms still contain the same items that were used during the War. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQjk2GBcI/AAAAAAAACEA/DT_H8qnDvwU/s1600-h/UK+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQjk2GBcI/AAAAAAAACEA/DT_H8qnDvwU/s400/UK+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290302452762050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was one of my favorite items in the bunker.  It is a map that was used to track the progress of convoys travelling between the US and England.  If you click on the picture, you can see the pin holes that represented convoys leaving the North Carolina coast, some that were probably made as Churchill studied this very map!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQiGlYADI/AAAAAAAACDo/HSXSPRUkRnQ/s1600-h/UK+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQiGlYADI/AAAAAAAACDo/HSXSPRUkRnQ/s400/UK+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290277149704242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, the bunkers contain a museum dedicated to the fascinating life of Winston Churchill.  Did you know that he escaped from a South African prison camp or that he won a Nobel Prize for literature or that he was not re-elected as Prime Minister even though World War II had not yet ended?  Needless to say, after visiting this museum, we definitely have a greater respect for this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVP8yfNLQI/AAAAAAAACCg/ul6b0AhX4GU/s1600-h/UK+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVP8yfNLQI/AAAAAAAACCg/ul6b0AhX4GU/s400/UK+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374289636099960066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After emerging back above ground, we headed for some traditional London sites.  Here are  three classic sites in one picture: the Tube, Parliament, and a red telephone booth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQUNfCQ5I/AAAAAAAACDQ/w4ejEWc6Cwk/s1600-h/UK+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQUNfCQ5I/AAAAAAAACDQ/w4ejEWc6Cwk/s400/UK+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290038483993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maria loves to talk on the phone!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQTtWC_JI/AAAAAAAACDI/xKRb0MX_uEE/s1600-h/UK+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQTtWC_JI/AAAAAAAACDI/xKRb0MX_uEE/s400/UK+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290029856357522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Big Ben!  Apparently, Big Ben refers to the bell inside the tower, not the tower itself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVP92Y7I4I/AAAAAAAACCw/S35_ccrbdhY/s1600-h/UK+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVP92Y7I4I/AAAAAAAACCw/S35_ccrbdhY/s400/UK+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374289654327223170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpglDEVZ9MI/AAAAAAAACFY/lANUjZSqlQc/s1600-h/UK+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpglDEVZ9MI/AAAAAAAACFY/lANUjZSqlQc/s400/UK+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375086889900045506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a very windy day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQTPPTdEI/AAAAAAAACC4/aU-5c85MT2E/s1600-h/UK+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQTPPTdEI/AAAAAAAACC4/aU-5c85MT2E/s400/UK+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374290021775012930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God save the Queen!  It's Buckingham Palace.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVPOJE-GmI/AAAAAAAACCI/xCuqEvmET1Y/s1600-h/UK+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVPOJE-GmI/AAAAAAAACCI/xCuqEvmET1Y/s400/UK+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374288834710084194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the area of this gate is about the size of our Basel apartment!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVPNKoCAWI/AAAAAAAACB4/IBLN1aNpd9o/s1600-h/UK+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVPNKoCAWI/AAAAAAAACB4/IBLN1aNpd9o/s400/UK+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374288817945706850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When dinner time rolled around, we were extremely hungry, because we ate an early lunch.  We were so hungry, that we decided to eat at two restaurants!  Our evening started with us splitting a kilo of freshly caught mussels and ended with us sampling sushi from a conveyor belt.  Although the UK generally has a poor reputation when it comes to its culinary options, we found the food to be really enjoyable.  I have a feeling that you'll be learning more about our other meals in the near future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVPMXvYDJI/AAAAAAAACBw/pebVNLBVIaQ/s1600-h/UK+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVPMXvYDJI/AAAAAAAACBw/pebVNLBVIaQ/s400/UK+067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374288804286303378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After dinner, we enjoyed a leisurely stroll around the city.  We found that London was the most lively of all the cities that we have visited during our European adventure.  There was so much to do and see.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVPMLEnrvI/AAAAAAAACBo/rrlhRvJ7viQ/s1600-h/UK+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVPMLEnrvI/AAAAAAAACBo/rrlhRvJ7viQ/s400/UK+072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374288800885747442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phew!  This was just our first day in London.  Rest up, because day two was even busier!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-4621957757567454019?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/4621957757567454019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=4621957757567454019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4621957757567454019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/4621957757567454019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovely-london.html' title='Lovely London'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpVQ1j2ZWtI/AAAAAAAACE0/IhpzLCXnXvw/s72-c/UK+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-1355774260893926649</id><published>2009-08-27T14:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T14:25:02.969+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>In the meantime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Believe it or not, Nate actually had to work some this summer.  After my parents left, he went back to work and I had a chance to recuperate.  I slept in for a couple of days and I think Nate wished he could do the same.  It's always nice to come back to our own bed after being gone.  For some reason, hotels in Europe don't believe in comfortable beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpZ3bc9e0qI/AAAAAAAACFI/3VDNr1n95aA/s1600-h/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpZ3bc9e0qI/AAAAAAAACFI/3VDNr1n95aA/s400/032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374614518827504290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While Nate was working, my friend, Paige came back from L'abri and spent about a week with us (you can go to www.wherelifeishidden.com to read about her journey).  A couple of days after she went back to the States, we left for our big adventure to England, Ireland, and Scotland!  Nate and I have already picked out our favorite pictures (that's the tough part) so now I just have to blog about it... starting tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-1355774260893926649?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/1355774260893926649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=1355774260893926649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1355774260893926649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/1355774260893926649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-meantime.html' title='In the meantime...'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpZ3bc9e0qI/AAAAAAAACFI/3VDNr1n95aA/s72-c/032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-7226752026071722299</id><published>2009-08-25T18:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:14:20.338+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swiss Alps'/><title type='text'>Hiking Through Snow in the Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the last part of my parents' visit, we planned a trip with lots of hiking in the Alps.  We usually go to the Jungfrau region, because it is the closest to Basel and it is spectacular, but we thought we would go to a new region, St. Moritz.  None of us had ever visited this region before, so it was nice to explore together.  The hotel we stayed at included unlimited lift tickets and we definitely took advantage of them.  The second we had our lift tickets in hand, we went up the nearest lift.  The weather was a little ominous; it started to rain as we rode to the top, but once we stepped out of the lift, it stopped, and we saw a beautiful rainbow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpLAEqol5FI/AAAAAAAACAo/kkN5s1wBQVs/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpLAEqol5FI/AAAAAAAACAo/kkN5s1wBQVs/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373568491802977362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Nate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpLAEAQry7I/AAAAAAAACAg/eMdVYoxlgAU/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpLAEAQry7I/AAAAAAAACAg/eMdVYoxlgAU/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373568480428411826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the evening, the sky cleared, so we went for a walk around this lake and the reflection was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-fjwNW0I/AAAAAAAAB_4/Ey61jRPQ-os/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-fjwNW0I/AAAAAAAAB_4/Ey61jRPQ-os/s400/Swiss+Mountains+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373566754789088066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next morning we rode a different lift to a higher peak.  It was really fun to be up IN the mountains.  In this picture, me, my parents, and even Jake are sitting on the highest rock around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpLADmYWdvI/AAAAAAAACAY/A9sNffJn568/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpLADmYWdvI/AAAAAAAACAY/A9sNffJn568/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373568473481246450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much to our surprise, our trail was covered in snow!  My dad and Jake led the way and we followed begrudgingly.  I wasn't thrilled at the idea of hiking through the snow, but it actually turned out to be a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpPbmJuVTMI/AAAAAAAACA0/YwPUFqK1des/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+052a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpPbmJuVTMI/AAAAAAAACA0/YwPUFqK1des/s400/Swiss+Mountains+052a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373880228874898626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around the first corner, we came upon even more snow and the trail was practically non-existent!  We just kept hiking down because we knew we would eventually hit some trail... &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpPesgWNt3I/AAAAAAAACA8/delUnHWH8Vo/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+224a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpPesgWNt3I/AAAAAAAACA8/delUnHWH8Vo/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+224a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373883636561852274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And fortunately, we did find the trail and a beautiful lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-fPkBD2I/AAAAAAAAB_w/QeeZLtx5Ge0/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-fPkBD2I/AAAAAAAAB_w/QeeZLtx5Ge0/s400/Swiss+Mountains+125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373566749369241442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After we finished that trail, we went up another lift (we really took advantage of the unlimited pass!) and when we got to the top, it looked like a blizzard was going to start... so we decided to take the lift down instead of hiking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-e6zQLzI/AAAAAAAAB_o/TO40lKmvmMM/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-e6zQLzI/AAAAAAAAB_o/TO40lKmvmMM/s400/Swiss+Mountains+133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373566743796002610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next morning, we rode on our last lift in St. Moritz.  My parents &amp;amp; Jake: (I think my parents missed their Jack Russell, because they gave Jake a lot of love... and he loved it!)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-IUpo_RI/AAAAAAAAB_I/08uL0h-8zxY/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-IUpo_RI/AAAAAAAAB_I/08uL0h-8zxY/s400/Swiss+Mountains+159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373566355598015762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at the color of this lake... just like the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glacier Freeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;flavor of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-IBoQC3I/AAAAAAAAB_A/4bY1JhSUP_E/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-IBoQC3I/AAAAAAAAB_A/4bY1JhSUP_E/s400/Swiss+Mountains+165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373566350491913074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We started on our hike and the first part of the trail was covered in snow again!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9FEf9HWI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Hm8UE0SuFkg/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9FEf9HWI/AAAAAAAAB-w/Hm8UE0SuFkg/s400/Swiss+Mountains+185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373565200211189090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had beautiful views the whole hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9Ev5wQaI/AAAAAAAAB-o/GhYysanbjqo/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9Ev5wQaI/AAAAAAAAB-o/GhYysanbjqo/s400/Swiss+Mountains+212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373565194682253730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling on top of the world... or just on top of the rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9EI_iMrI/AAAAAAAAB-g/3i03BmXZhnY/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9EI_iMrI/AAAAAAAAB-g/3i03BmXZhnY/s400/Swiss+Mountains+216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373565184237515442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After a great time in St. Moritz, we headed to Zermatt and we drove over some incredibly beautiful and incredibly scary passes... yes, that is a huge drop off on the right side of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9DvD-ZaI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Tq7VnwAlpjY/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9DvD-ZaI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/Tq7VnwAlpjY/s400/Swiss+Mountains+291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373565177276818850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of my dad's goals is to drive over all the passes in Switzerland.  I think he is happy to check another off his list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpLACmK6XpI/AAAAAAAACAI/pZ-uGmK4VBE/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpLACmK6XpI/AAAAAAAACAI/pZ-uGmK4VBE/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373568456245010066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we got to Zermatt, there was a bit of a traffic jam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9DJYzj_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/5U1oraZGrzU/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK9DJYzj_I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/5U1oraZGrzU/s400/Swiss+Mountains+328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373565167163641842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nate had to pick Jake up because he (Jake, not Nate) was scared of all the goats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8ySSsK3I/AAAAAAAAB-I/J7nrYQr_JfU/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8ySSsK3I/AAAAAAAAB-I/J7nrYQr_JfU/s400/Swiss+Mountains+330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564877496134514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we woke up the next morning, the Matterhorn was completely visible!  It was in the clouds the rest of the day, but at least I was able to take a shot of Nate with it in the morning.  I think Jake needs doggie sunglasses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8xzu3X2I/AAAAAAAAB-A/6QxHUQ8XOGk/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8xzu3X2I/AAAAAAAAB-A/6QxHUQ8XOGk/s400/Swiss+Mountains+372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564869292810082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As usual, we took a lift to the top of a peak (no on could pay me to hike this high!) and enjoyed the view before hiking down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8xfif5wI/AAAAAAAAB94/v1dwTMsgGUo/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+379a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8xfif5wI/AAAAAAAAB94/v1dwTMsgGUo/s400/Swiss+Mountains+379a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564863872231170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my parents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8w2XUReI/AAAAAAAAB9w/-zrwBjrI32M/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8w2XUReI/AAAAAAAAB9w/-zrwBjrI32M/s400/Swiss+Mountains+385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564852819477986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nate &amp;amp; Jake: (Jake is thinking, hurry up and let me off my leash!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8wcsv4VI/AAAAAAAAB9o/4-P0hNUeCOc/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8wcsv4VI/AAAAAAAAB9o/4-P0hNUeCOc/s400/Swiss+Mountains+388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564845930045778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again, my dad is leading the way in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8F-fX8SI/AAAAAAAAB9g/ayb08t3yOKs/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8F-fX8SI/AAAAAAAAB9g/ayb08t3yOKs/s400/Swiss+Mountains+393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564116266381602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were quickly out of the snow and on the grassy trail.  It was a great hike along the ridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8Fa0momI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/5_lFwfJjzXA/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+394a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8Fa0momI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/5_lFwfJjzXA/s400/Swiss+Mountains+394a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564106691748450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad &amp;amp; Nate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8E0bmYNI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/6tviCEf0Y60/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8E0bmYNI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/6tviCEf0Y60/s400/Swiss+Mountains+417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564096386326738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took a little break and everyone, except me, thought it would be refreshing or thrilling to put their feet in an ice-cold stream.  It didn't sound as appealing to me.  Nate is getting ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8Eae_mNI/AAAAAAAAB9I/kVzEfQap_4I/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8Eae_mNI/AAAAAAAAB9I/kVzEfQap_4I/s400/Swiss+Mountains+431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564089421240530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Nate screamed, "Ahhh!" ... I think it was miserably cold, but he can say he did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8EEIeYFI/AAAAAAAAB9A/KGr1naN6vD4/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK8EEIeYFI/AAAAAAAAB9A/KGr1naN6vD4/s400/Swiss+Mountains+433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373564083421208658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad wanted to show that he was even tougher than that, so he jumped (with his full body) into a freezing lake!  He's crazy for even wanting to do that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7lK-FbTI/AAAAAAAAB8w/vgI7e1_3eQ0/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7lK-FbTI/AAAAAAAAB8w/vgI7e1_3eQ0/s400/Swiss+Mountains+470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373563552680734002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was nearing the end of our hike, so we just sat by the lake and enjoyed the view.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-gPB6NII/AAAAAAAACAA/PB2INnmyNhY/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK-gPB6NII/AAAAAAAACAA/PB2INnmyNhY/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373566766406055042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While we were there, the Zermatt marathon was going on, so we watched all of the exhausted marathoners go by.  I can't imagine running up a mountain for the first half of the race, plus it would be extra hard with the thin air!  They must have been tired because a lot the "runners" that we saw were actually walking.  Click on the picture to see them coming down the trail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7liNSVNI/AAAAAAAAB84/Bfu2DMnwhG4/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7liNSVNI/AAAAAAAAB84/Bfu2DMnwhG4/s400/Swiss+Mountains+459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373563558918509778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7liNSVNI/AAAAAAAAB84/Bfu2DMnwhG4/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+459.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our last morning in Zermatt, Nate and I were able to take a picture together with the Matterhorn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7k_xb3lI/AAAAAAAAB8o/4uWcM0AUXgI/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7k_xb3lI/AAAAAAAAB8o/4uWcM0AUXgI/s400/Swiss+Mountains+513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373563549674888786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We then headed back to Basel and we were all a little tired after traveling for 3 weeks straight, so we took a shortcut by traveling on a train with our car.  It's like when you drive your car on a ferry, except we drove it onto a train.  It was quite the experience; almost like a ride at Disney World.  For most of the time we were in a pitch black tunnel (which was kind of scary) and it was so loud that we couldn't even talk to each other.  Our windows were open and we were getting blown away, but my dad finally rolled up the windows toward the end and it wasn't so bad!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7kWDxA4I/AAAAAAAAB8g/-4_ls0oi2qA/s1600-h/Swiss+Mountains+520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7kWDxA4I/AAAAAAAAB8g/-4_ls0oi2qA/s400/Swiss+Mountains+520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373563538477482882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before going back to the States, my parents came to Basel for a couple days.  It was great to relax and show them around the city in which we now live.   One afternoon, my dad and I played tennis on the Roger Federer Center court in Basel.  This is the place where he played when growing up.  It was so neat to play there, especially after he had just won his 15th Grand Slam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7j01Z5tI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/5z5pcqnOULU/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpK7j01Z5tI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/5z5pcqnOULU/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373563529558877906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was great having you here, Mom and Dad, and it was sad to see you go.  We love you and we're looking forward to being with you again at Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-7226752026071722299?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/7226752026071722299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=7226752026071722299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/7226752026071722299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/7226752026071722299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/08/hiking-through-snow-in-summertime.html' title='Hiking Through Snow in the Summertime'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpLAEqol5FI/AAAAAAAACAo/kkN5s1wBQVs/s72-c/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-7372829082966596322</id><published>2009-08-23T20:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T20:39:17.943+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Czech Republic'/><title type='text'>Visit to My Dad's Homeland, The Czech Republic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The day after we returned from Monaco, we headed to my dad's original home, the city of Prauge in the Czech Republic.  Google map directions estimated that it would take 6 hours to drive to Prague, but it took over 10 with traffic!  That was a long time to be in a car, especially if you hadn't been in one since Christmas!  When we finally arrived, it was late, so we went straight to bed.  The next morning, we went out to see some of the city,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; but right after we took this picture, it started pouring rain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me and my parents with the palace &amp;amp; cathedral in the background...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF5kxGo7I/AAAAAAAAB8A/SmEs3KJNS1s/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF5kxGo7I/AAAAAAAAB8A/SmEs3KJNS1s/s400/Czech+Republic+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941579621671858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Due to the rainy weather, our morning sightseeing plans were ruined, but in the afternoon, we went to the airport to pick up a church group from Virginia.  My dad was leading this group on a mission trip to Sokolov (about two hours west of Prague) and Nate, my mom, &amp;amp; I came along to be a part of the team.  On our way to Sokolov, we made a stop in a famous town called Karlovy Vary.  It is known for it's natural hot springs.  Two somewhat recent movies were actually filmed here: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last Holiday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt;.  Both really good movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nate and I in front of a hot spring that was shooting up super high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF53bp96I/AAAAAAAAB8I/Lj12Xxu0SFA/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF53bp96I/AAAAAAAAB8I/Lj12Xxu0SFA/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941584631986082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More natural hot springs that you could drink from... this one, at 72 degrees &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celcius, &lt;/span&gt;was piping hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF491v-BI/AAAAAAAAB7w/0w5vvOAsf_0/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF491v-BI/AAAAAAAAB7w/0w5vvOAsf_0/s400/Czech+Republic+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941569172174866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate, walking through the front of the building which served as the casino in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casino Royale.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF4fHKq5I/AAAAAAAAB7o/eqyC-GwLVks/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF4fHKq5I/AAAAAAAAB7o/eqyC-GwLVks/s400/Czech+Republic+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941560923728786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The colorful square in front of the "casino."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFmR05ywI/AAAAAAAAB7g/UleBKh9eM-0/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFmR05ywI/AAAAAAAAB7g/UleBKh9eM-0/s400/Czech+Republic+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941248119819010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, we went to the church that we worked with during our time in Sokolov.  The people were so wonderful and kind.  It was a joy to work with them. This is a picture of the mission team and some of the church members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF5T2TRhI/AAAAAAAAB74/-Lnoa7yS3WQ/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF5T2TRhI/AAAAAAAAB74/-Lnoa7yS3WQ/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941575080068626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the week, we visited classes in the Sokolov area schools to share about American culture and to give the students an opportunity to practice their English.  We also invited the students to come to our sports clinics in the afternoon and to English conversation time in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate &amp;amp; I in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFk6FU8AI/AAAAAAAAB7A/L2Macy7QbCo/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFk6FU8AI/AAAAAAAAB7A/L2Macy7QbCo/s400/Czech+Republic+129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941224566386690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up, I joined my dad's mission teams a few times, but this was Nate's first time speaking in front of students from another country.  He did an excellent job.  The students were really engaged when he spoke.  They especially liked to hear about American sports and Nate was the perfect person for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFZGrfB2I/AAAAAAAAB64/dgFOcDYw89w/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFZGrfB2I/AAAAAAAAB64/dgFOcDYw89w/s400/Czech+Republic+131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941021789226850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we left, some of the students were still waving to us from the window.  We were the first American visitors to ever visit their school, so I think the kids thought it was really neat that we came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFYkk_OYI/AAAAAAAAB6w/FWcknJY8ghQ/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFYkk_OYI/AAAAAAAAB6w/FWcknJY8ghQ/s400/Czech+Republic+137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941012635171202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Their classrooms look down at this pretty square, which was also in the film, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFYOtodTI/AAAAAAAAB6o/_P4CQRDMWtE/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFYOtodTI/AAAAAAAAB6o/_P4CQRDMWtE/s400/Czech+Republic+138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941006765847858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The town, Loket, also had a beautiful castle... so of course we had to stop for a quick photo!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFX8A1yHI/AAAAAAAAB6g/aBzLXVDSKjc/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFX8A1yHI/AAAAAAAAB6g/aBzLXVDSKjc/s400/Czech+Republic+146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941001746139250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was so picturesque... right next to the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFXQOjS9I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/94pT7TyHb_A/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFXQOjS9I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/94pT7TyHb_A/s400/Czech+Republic+150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940989992487890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the afternoons, we had a blast playing all kinds of sports with the students... flag football (Nate's area), baseball, lacrosse, and of course, tennis!  I was sad that I didn't get to see Nate in action because I was on the tennis court, but I had someone snap a couple pictures for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCE_u8XcAI/AAAAAAAAB6I/OF2PQ4SF4eU/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCE_u8XcAI/AAAAAAAAB6I/OF2PQ4SF4eU/s400/Czech+Republic+192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940585920851970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flag football was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCE_JHHqAI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Oqtl7O7BGco/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCE_JHHqAI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Oqtl7O7BGco/s400/Czech+Republic+200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940575765407746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tennis was quite popular too!  I had a great time teaching and goofing around with them... they would laugh at me whenever I would try to speak Czech!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFlyl2rCI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/NXhDKj0OdDg/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFlyl2rCI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/NXhDKj0OdDg/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941239735200802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the evenings, we had some great time of discussion with the Czech students.  Some of their English was phenomenal!  We were able to talk with them about their lives and share our faith with them.  Most were very receptive and open, which was great.  Over the days that we were there, we were able to make some good connections and now we can even keep in touch through Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFlaO0rvI/AAAAAAAAB7I/27yCOTilHEg/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCFlaO0rvI/AAAAAAAAB7I/27yCOTilHEg/s400/Czech+Republic+121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372941233196150514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After almost a week in Sokolov, it was time to head back to Prague. Here is a picture of Prague from the top of the castle hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCE-3xqdYI/AAAAAAAAB54/MqNzWYC579U/s1600-h/maria+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCE-3xqdYI/AAAAAAAAB54/MqNzWYC579U/s400/maria+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940571112011138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We walked through beautiful gardens and parks.  I'm not sure why my mom is waving.   Maybe Nate was videotaping behind me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEFzK0Y6I/AAAAAAAAB4w/lUPvjBa3RNY/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEFzK0Y6I/AAAAAAAAB4w/lUPvjBa3RNY/s400/Czech+Republic+329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372939590622798754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited Prague's biggest cathedral, St. Vitus.  Construction on this cathedral began in 1344, but the very top of the church was only finished in 1929!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEh9fPYGI/AAAAAAAAB5I/U6DMYlmT5To/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEh9fPYGI/AAAAAAAAB5I/U6DMYlmT5To/s400/Czech+Republic+258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940074429145186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside is one of my favorites of all the cathedrals that we have visited across Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEGO-Wo_I/AAAAAAAAB44/2pAnJlC8l8k/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEGO-Wo_I/AAAAAAAAB44/2pAnJlC8l8k/s400/Czech+Republic+291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372939598086710258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stained-glass windows were beautiful.  Click on this picture to see the detailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpGLvr7t_rI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/HvBYl2SeqB0/s1600-h/stained+glass+windows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpGLvr7t_rI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/HvBYl2SeqB0/s400/stained+glass+windows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373229481793027762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate liked this door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEGnR75ZI/AAAAAAAAB5A/mmKSRjuvlZQ/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEGnR75ZI/AAAAAAAAB5A/mmKSRjuvlZQ/s400/Czech+Republic+283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372939604611294610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate on the Charles Bridge.  Supposedly it's good luck to rub this guy, John of Nepomuk... look how the coloring is different from where everyone has rubbed him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEFZ6JPQI/AAAAAAAAB4o/sb8Te7_OaZo/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEFZ6JPQI/AAAAAAAAB4o/sb8Te7_OaZo/s400/Czech+Republic+357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372939583841975554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Old Town Square. One day, I would like to take a horse ride... any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEjy_3lmI/AAAAAAAAB5o/3xQbEZMrXUQ/s1600-h/maria+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEjy_3lmI/AAAAAAAAB5o/3xQbEZMrXUQ/s400/maria+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940105972946530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cathedral in Old Town Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEjQQxLEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/KJtUPcjUjqU/s1600-h/maria+251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEjQQxLEI/AAAAAAAAB5g/KJtUPcjUjqU/s400/maria+251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940096648588354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dinner, we met my dad's side of the family who lives there.  Here I'm with my cousin, Esther, and her two little blonde cuties, Isabella &amp;amp; Beatrice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCD1g6JwFI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/AiRmMY2yh54/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCD1g6JwFI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/AiRmMY2yh54/s400/Czech+Republic+433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372939310843150418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group picture in front of the Old Town Square Clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCD2UsSOfI/AAAAAAAAB4g/l28dH6CsJLI/s1600-h/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCD2UsSOfI/AAAAAAAAB4g/l28dH6CsJLI/s400/Mom+%26+Dad+Solc+189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372939324743629298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Click on this picture and look at all the people looking up at taking pictures of the clock... crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCD17QjkTI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/rWeRzKGSQwc/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCD17QjkTI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/rWeRzKGSQwc/s400/Czech+Republic+418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372939317916438834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They are taking a picture of the 12 disciples moving by the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCE-UXpHII/AAAAAAAAB5w/gV9PH5LysdY/s1600-h/maria+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCE-UXpHII/AAAAAAAAB5w/gV9PH5LysdY/s400/maria+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940561607629954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charles Bridge in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEiEwAvKI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/9GrjfnYtmMg/s1600-h/maria+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCEiEwAvKI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/9GrjfnYtmMg/s400/maria+268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372940076378537122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and Nate on Charles Bridge at night... in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCD1eSxiaI/AAAAAAAAB4I/sOCbMCYcW4w/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCD1eSxiaI/AAAAAAAAB4I/sOCbMCYcW4w/s400/Czech+Republic+475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372939310141114786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our last day in Prague, we took it easy and went to a musical at the Opera house.  It didn't really keep my interest and the seats were unbelievably comfortable, so I had the BEST nap.  It was hilarious because I honestly had no idea I fell asleep.  Here I am all refreshed after my nap!  It was so neat to be in the Opera house where Mozart once sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCDhpc622I/AAAAAAAAB3w/WVNJShQbIeE/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCDhpc622I/AAAAAAAAB3w/WVNJShQbIeE/s400/Czech+Republic+507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372938969539074914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Opera House, all lit up at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCDii4gFLI/AAAAAAAAB4A/dzSyg30xDj8/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCDii4gFLI/AAAAAAAAB4A/dzSyg30xDj8/s400/Czech+Republic+452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372938984955581618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night in the square after an amazing Czech dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCDg2TvC1I/AAAAAAAAB3g/5Bg0bbl9YUg/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCDg2TvC1I/AAAAAAAAB3g/5Bg0bbl9YUg/s400/Czech+Republic+540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372938955810343762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Palace, Cathedral, and The Charles Bridge at night... simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCDiOIJzHI/AAAAAAAAB34/6J4JpMk-jNE/s1600-h/Czech+Republic+460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCDiOIJzHI/AAAAAAAAB34/6J4JpMk-jNE/s400/Czech+Republic+460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372938979384085618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/366456712822554767-7372829082966596322?l=mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/feeds/7372829082966596322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=366456712822554767&amp;postID=7372829082966596322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/7372829082966596322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/366456712822554767/posts/default/7372829082966596322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariaandnateineurope.blogspot.com/2009/08/visit-to-my-dads-homeland-czech.html' title='Visit to My Dad&apos;s Homeland, The Czech Republic'/><author><name>Maria and Nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15434443673551729285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpUdl90b1cI/AAAAAAAACBI/roh_TrCOoLQ/S220/UK+246a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SpCF5kxGo7I/AAAAAAAAB8A/SmEs3KJNS1s/s72-c/Czech+Republic+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-366456712822554767.post-7516692789019298201</id><published>2009-08-17T11:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:02:33.378+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Visitors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monaco'/><title type='text'>My Parents' Visit and a Trip to Monaco!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When my parents arrived, Nate and I were ecstatic! It had been a very long time since we'd seen family, so we were glad that they were able to come. My parents love to travel, so they did not waste any time while they were here. The same day that they flew in from NC, we hopped on a plane from Basel to go see my dad's side of the family in Monaco for a few days. I visited them back in April and had a blast, so I was looking forward to going back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On our first full day, we went to the beach!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogTkMEmftI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/qo4o0T6HFYA/s1600-h/French+Riviera+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogTkMEmftI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/qo4o0T6HFYA/s400/French+Riviera+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370564068076060370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogTjxgJBMI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/YwmFdv6pZf8/s1600-h/French+Riviera+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogTjxgJBMI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/YwmFdv6pZf8/s400/French+Riviera+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370564060943811778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later that evening, Chris (my cousin's husband) took us on a tour.  Here is Monaco's port all lit up at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogS9EMCTgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/R4lanLvMFZ0/s1600-h/French+Riviera+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogS9EMCTgI/AAAAAAAAB3A/R4lanLvMFZ0/s400/French+Riviera+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370563395944861186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nate, me, my mom, and Chris in front of the Casino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogSGczrZ5I/AAAAAAAAB2o/YkOQwzssKPY/s1600-h/French+Riviera+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogSGczrZ5I/AAAAAAAAB2o/YkOQwzssKPY/s400/French+Riviera+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370562457660778386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day, we went for a walk to see the palace, but something was terribly wrong with Nate.  He started having severe pain in his chest (next to his heart!) and shortness of breath.  He is never one to complain, so when he told me how he felt, I started to get worried.  Nate thought he should see a doctor, so we tried calling my cousin, but she wasn't answering.  My mom was with us and she remembered that Chris was going to be in court in the morning (since he is a lawyer), so we waited in front of the courthouse for him to come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogSF4liNJI/AAAAAAAAB2g/mVfpLg412Gc/s1600-h/French+Riviera+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogSF4liNJI/AAAAAAAAB2g/mVfpLg412Gc/s400/French+Riviera+091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370562447937778834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minutes later Chris came out and we were so relieved because Nate was only feeling worse.  Chris said that if he were to drop Nate off at the ER, it would take forever for someone to see him, so he said he had to call the firemen.  Another few minutes later, an ambulance shows up to take Nate away.  Fortunately, I could ride with him.  I didn't take any pictures of this because it was a serious moment, but at the same time it was kind of funny because they turned the siren on. This was our first, and hopefully last, time to ride in an ambulance.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogSE_cSrBI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/NwkxhZhxyuE/s1600-h/French+Riviera+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CPcCF1K0rNw/SogSE_cSrBI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/NwkxhZhxyuE/s400/French+Riviera+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370562432598191122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we arrived at the hospital, they took Nate back to run some tests.  This took a few hours, and I was not allowed in his room, so it seemed like an eternity.  After running the tests, they could not find anything wrong, which was good, but also confusing.  Then they did an x-ray... and still found nothing.  It was hard to understand the doctor's English, but they think that he just pulled a tendon or muscle, which made sense because Nate had ju
