This past week Sante and I took our first trip with Neka. Europe is amazingly dog-friendly, which is one of the reasons we finally felt ready to get a dog. (California is amazingly dog-unfriendly. I was stunned.)
Our trip was a whirlwind, American style, three-cities-in-one-week vacation: Prague, Innsbruck and Munich, with a castle in between. Aside from my German getting a whole lot better, I learned a few things about traveling from our sweet goose Neka.
1. Cobblestones are evil.
And they are everywhere in Europe. Proper footwear in the city as a tourist is as important as being a hiker in the Alps. You’ll pay if you don’t think ahead. Which we didn’t. [click to continue…]
Today marks two years where I haven’t had a drink. If you read my blog last year, you may remember I had a pretty epic post marking my one year without booze.
For a while, as I approached my two year anniversary, I was trying to think of how I could out-do last year – what would be bigger and better? But I got to thinking perhaps that mindset is, in part, what got me into this pickle in the first place.
Outdoing myself, weekend after weekend, birthday after birthday, New Year after New Year.
To be fair, I’ve had some pretty epic weekends.
The fact of the matter is that I can’t one-up last year because the first year without alcohol is its own special beast — complete with its own trials and triumphs. [click to continue…]