Warning: It is at this point that I get a little wordy. Perhaps it’s because I wrote this blog first, these having been my most recent memories. Iceland, the island of fire and ice. It’s here where our journey...
OK. In the interest of full disclosure, while visiting Wales we didn’t actually stay in Wales per se. We actually stayed in Oswestry, a little town in Shropeshire, England which sits on the border. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to. Most of our travels...
And then came Paris. Ever since I can remember I’ve wanted to come here. Just my luck, four years of high school French, two in college and I could only remember a few somewhat-useful phrases. I then proceeded to annoy Nichole by sporadically...
