My eyes hurt. I have been spending most of my days with my nose in travel books. Staring at three color maps while simultaneously cross checking places and translating local place names makes my head hurt. On the upside, I now think I am pretty darn knowledgeable about Amsterdam. Only Munich, Berlin, Prague, Paris, Lyon, and Taize to go, right. I can do all that in a little over a week. Ha!
It doesn't matter. We are not going to fill our days with museums and dance clubs. No for us we are looking forward to laying in the parks, picnicking in the beer gardens, and sunbathing on the banks of the Seine River, since August is the time the French truck in Sand to make beaches for those who can't afford to travel out of Paris.
I have books from the Library, from my mother, from Eliz's sister, books we bought. I am about to go on a book revolt. I say this as my eyes causally glance upon a magazine that is suppose to be in my pile of "Must Reads before I Go."
I will take opinions though. Fill up the comment section on things we should do while we are in Europe. Anything in particular that exemplifies local life or is instrumental in making connections with local people? Those are the real things I am interested in.
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