Dan is konked out and I can’t sleep (these after dinner espressos must be catching up with me), so I thought I’d poke around the ol’ intarweb for a minute. I’ve been trying to stay away since we left, but I’ll admit it can be hard to cut all ties.
I’m sure I’ll have a lot to comment on by the time we get home; we’re in the middle of three of the most exhilarating weeks of our lives after all, but for now I thought I’d post a couple of photos from our seven-hour excursion in the Alps today. I almost hate to post them without cleaning ’em up a bit, but these should give you some idea. (Click to enlarge, and blow it out to get more granular. And feel free to make fun of my hat; that thing was a godsend.)
We had some harrowing moments to be sure (I maybe mighta almost cried out of fear), but we came out of it feeling like we really accomplished something (one of our honeymoon goals), made some memories and came away with a few great stories. Some involving mountain goats.
P.S. In case anyone is wondering, A) my French is coming back nicely, and B) yes, I’m eating a lot of cheese (D ate some, too!).