Prague

We arrived in Prague on Saturday evening, totally beat up from our experience at Pueblo Ingles, but still, we hit the ground running.  Upon arriving to our hostel, we quickly discovered what was another spider infestation all over the building.  I was not too pleased. but we had already paid for the hostel, so what to do!?

More of my enemies  

Within 10 minutes of setting our bags down, we were eating a free Beef Goulash meal cooked by the hostel, and on our way to a pub crawl.  We heard that the Prague pub crawl is one the best in the world and it WAS a Satruday night, so we deccided to suck it up and go.  Best decision ever.  We went with a group from our hostel (4 girls from Ireland, 1 from Canada, and a guy from, of all places, Oakland).  The meeting point was at a bar that is specifically for the pub crawl only, closed to the rest of the public.  For 25 dollars (or 450 Crowns), we got an hour of all you can drink beer, vokda shooters, absinthe, and wine, and entry to all of the pubs and clubs we would go to.  Not a bad deal.  From the first bar we headed to two other bars where we got shots upon entry and discounted drinks, before ending up at a 5 story club in Prague that is one of the biggest in Europe.  It was unlike anything I have ever seen before in my life.  

Vodka Shots at the first bar

Us with a new buddy from Sao Paulo, Brazil

Ben...enough said

5 Floor European Club

It was a great night, of course, topped off with a doner kebab in the wee hours of the morning.  

The next day we went to go on the free walking tour of Prague put on by neweuropetours, but the guide spoke so quickly with such a thick accent that we left the tour after 30 minutes because we couldn't understand what he was saying (thank god it was free, or Ben surely would have made us stay even though we couldn't understand).  We detoured to the river and ended up at a little cafe having pickled cheese and pickled sausage listening to a live performance from an American expat.  

Expat singing classic rock tunes 

Pickled sausage in front of Ben, pickled cheese in front of me...actually delicious! 

Later that night, we went with a group from our hostel on a night tour of the Prague castle, which is absolutely stunning at night with breathtaking views.  Here are some shots of the city at night.

Prague Castle

St. Vitus Cathedral

On Monday, we decided to give another shot at the free walking tour, but it was raining, and we figured that we saw the majority of the sites on the previous nights walk, so instead we decided to stay in our hostel with others, playing cards and hanging out.  Then we went to a dinner with other hostelers at an authentic Czech restaurant.  I got Sirloin with dumplings, and Ben got pork neck with dumplings!  Ben said it was one of his favorite meals so far (although I hear him saying that a lot!).

Ben's "favorite meal" so far in Europe

Off to Budapest, will update towards the end of our week as we approach SouthEast Asia!

Pueblo Ingles - More than English Part 1

Our experience at Pueblo Ingles was very interesting, to say the least. I think Sarah would agree with me that in the 8 days in La Alberca, we exerienced a wide range of emotions; happy, sad, frustrated, excited, nervous, emotional...the ups and downs were volatile. It was tough sometimes, being as tired as we were, to push on. Were there times that we wanted to leave? Yes. Were there times when we were overwhelmed with joy from the program? Yes. Overall, looking back days later, I have to say that Pueblo Ingles has been the most tiring and rewarding volunteer experience I have ever done, and here's why.

It is amazing how well you can get to know a group of complete strangers when you are with them, conversing 8 days straight, for up to 18 hours a day. We came into this program with open minds, knowing that we were getting on a bus bound for a small town in the mountains 4 hours outside of Madrid. Once we were on that bus, there was no turning back.

If you read the previous post, you know how intense the days were, with little to no personal time, and very little sleep. The lack of sleep was the biggest issue for us. I can confidently say that I have never been so exhausted in my life. That being said, for those that know me know that I require a lot of sleep in order to operate, and the Spaniards are the exact opposite. The mornings were generally tough, hard to get up and get moving, which made it hard for Sarah and I to enjoy the first half of the day because we were so tired. Once lunch rolled around we were usually fairly awake, and we would then have wine with lunch and nap at siesta. The nights were amazing, filled with group activities, one to ones, and theatre performances. Dinner was late, at 9 PM, and wouldn't end until 10:30. At this point, most people had drank some wine, and the bar was open for group activity (a party, trivia, taboo, different games). By the time we went to bed we would be lucky to get 6 hours of sleep.

Despite the lack of sleep, the program was a complete success in many ways. On Monday night we had "party night'". Everyone dressed up and they turned the bar into a party atmosphere. Here is my favorite shot from that night.

That is one happy Spaniard

The next day, Tuesday, we walked into La Alberca town, a very old traditional Spanish town. Here we got to sample some of the best cured ham in Spain. This region is known for its pork, and I have never tasted ham and chorizo as good as this. They also taught us how to drink from a traditional Spaniard "boot", this got the day started off with a bang to say the least!

Jamon Iberico, Chorizo, and Wine

La Alberca is in the Pork Region of Spain

Sarah drinking from the boot. 25 seconds, she beat me by 15 seconds!

Pueblo Ingles - More than English Part 2

Sarah's birthday was a very interesting day as well, especially for me. Not only did I have something planned for Sarah, but I was pulled aside to participate in theater. My group decided to do a parody on Romeo and Juliet. I played the "American" Romeo, and decided that I needed to knee slide at some point in the play. This is a great shot of me knee sliding.

American Knee Slide

Even better is this video Sarah got of me. Take a look at my facial expression, its priceless.

After theater we had dinner, and this is where I was most nervous. Wine could not even curb the nerves for me on this one! Sarah was in a fairly poor mood all day, tired, hungover, a little homesick, and feeling like this would be a birthday where she gets nothing special. I had to prove her wrong on this one, so I had prepared a little song to sing to her during dinner. Take note that I have zero background in vocals, and had never performed in front of a group before. That being said I was very nervous. Luckily, at the program, was a music teacher who speicalized in custom birthday songs. We decided to surprise her with 2 songs, one nice song and one that was a semi birthday roast. For the romantic song I chose Frankie Vallie, "Can't take my eyes off you", and for the roast we chose the Beatles "She loves you" with our own created lyrics. Here's what we came up with (we were even able to reference John's famous no pants parties!) :

Chorus:

We love you, yeah, yeah, yeah

We love you, yeah, yeah, yeah

We love you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You thought that we'd forget that it's your birthday today

and so we wrote this song to show you that we care

Because we love you, and you know that can't be bad

Because we love you, and you know you should be glad

Chorus

Remember Bay to Breakers race when you rolled your ankle round

and still you haven't learned, vodka shots make you fall down

At Shrader Shredders, where we partied with no pants

You're a lwayer and your clients don't stand a chance

Chorus

Written for you by Mat Jones (wonkypiano.com), Ben Shapero, and Ruth Dawson

Here is a video of the songs. Look at Sarah's face, she was absolutely shocked!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TizFCgzVUVg&feature=channel_video_title

To add to the problem of the lack of sleep, on the night of Sarahs birthday, she was woken by the bite of a spider, followed by another spider crawling down her arm. We had previously seen spiders in our room, but on Wednesday, the weather went from sunny to rainy, and all of a sudden we had a major infestation. Not just any spiders, some of these guys were the size of a half dollar, with bodies the size of a nickel. Once Sarah was bitten, she thought her leg was tingly, so we immediatley went to the directors room at 5 AM. We had gone to bed around 2 AM, so you can imagine how tired and delirious we were. The director told us the spiders were not poisonous, but upon returning to our room we found another 8 and decided to bomb the room anyways. We sat in the living room of our chalet while we bombed the room with chemicals at 6 AM. Here you can see sarah lying on the cofee table trying to stay away from anything that the spiders could be crawling on. The next day was the hardest by far because we were so tired. Sarah thus was given the nickname "Spider Woman" as we we were the only Chalet with this problem.

6 AM, waiting to get back into our room. Sarah on the coffee table too scared to sit in the chairs. Bug spray at the ready.

One of our enemies

The last day of Pueblo Ingles was emotional for a lot of people, especially the Spaniards. They had worked so hard all week, trying to speak only in English, and it required a huge amount of effort for them to do so. They had improved their English significantly, but just as important, they had made lasting relationships with each other, and with us, the Anglos. We had learned their customs (how to make Paella and spanish omeletes (we are still waiting on the recipes Piedad and Resu!), running with the bulls, issues with their country), and they had learned about us (BBQ'ing, Christmas traditions, and the issues with our country as well). We had been together for 8 days, on this tiring journey together, helping each other. As much as we taught them English, they taught us invaluable lessons about life and friendships. They were some of the nicest, most welcoming, and warm people I have ever met in my life, and I will always remember the Spanish as this. They have great traditions, wonderful values, and can operate on 2 hours of sleep after partying all night! I have never seen anything like it before in my life. To the Spaniards reading this, you have thanked us many times for volunteering, but I must thank you. I feel enriched with the experiences we shared, ones which I would have never had in my own travels. We hope to see you soon, and please reach out if you are ever in San Francisco.

Pueblo Ingles 616...Always the same, Always different.

Pueblo Ingles

We are back in Madrid, and this post is about what we did this past week deep in the mountains of Spain, about 45 miles from the Portugese/Spanish boarder.  We will post later about our experiences at Pueblo Ingles, the friendships that we made, the struggles we endured, and the spiders we battled!  For the last week, we were with 25 "Anglos" and 25 "Spaniards" in a resort hotel in the town of La Alberca.  The program was called Pueblo English, an English immersion program for Spaniards trying to improve their English.  We, of course, volunteered to help teach English to these Spaniards.

Last Thursday we had a welcome lunch in Madrid with our new friends.  It was typical Spanish food, Paella and everything and was really good.

Below is a picture of Jerry, the Anglo Coordinator.  Born in South Africa, Jerry recently purchased a nice piece of land there to build his dream home on from an ancient African tribal headsmen.  What do you pay an African tribal headsmen for an acre of land in South Africa?  Well, Jerry paid 2 chickens, a bottle of brandy, a 6 pack, and the equivalent of 6 euros.  This was crazy.  But still, Jerry had more to tell.  When I asked him why he chose Madrid, he told me that his wife was from Holland and when Holland played Madrid in the world cup they made a bet that whichever team won is where they would move.  Interesting guy!

Ben and Jerry (no pun intended).  We all had Sangria in a plaza after the lunch until late, lots of fun!

Antonio from Australia playing with my hair

Last Friday, they bused us all out to La Alberca, about a 4 hour drive from Madrid. Once we arrived, we received our rooms in these small little Chalets in the mountains.  The setting was absolutely beautiful, and there was a luxury pool that overlooked the rolling hills.

Picture of the landscape of our hotel grounds

These are the villas we stayed in

Pool and bar area with the mountain landscape in the background

Every lunch and dinner was a three course meal (app, main course, and dessert) and came with all you can drink wine.  And the Spainiards sure do like to drink at lunch.  A table of 4 would typically go through 3-4 bottles of wine at lunch and the same at dinner.  However, after lunch, they give you a 1.5 hour siesta (free time), which typically used to nap.

Table before lunch

Dining Room during lunch 

A day in the life at Pueblo English went something like this :

8:15 - Alarm goes off
9-10 - Breakfast, 2 Anglos and 2 Spaniards to each table
10-11 - One to One : We are paired up with a Spaniard and we speak with them about any topic we want for an hour
11-12 - One to One
12-1 - One to One
1-2 - Two to Two (same as one to one, but more of a group conversation)
2- 3:30 - Lunch
3:30 - 5 - Siesta (nap time for us)
5 - 6 - Group Activity (today we learned to Salsa dance....not my forte at all as I discovered)
6 - 7 - One to One
7 - 8 - One to One
8 -9 - Entertainment (theater, performances, or voluntary presentations by people about various topics)
9 - 10:30 - Dinner
10:30-1 or 2 or 3 AM - Different party activities

As you can tell the days were long and although it was a ton of fun, it was absolutely exhausting.  Sleep doesn't really exist in La Alberca and we are definitely feeling the after-effects!  Off to Prague in the morning, and then on to Budapest! Hope that everyone is doing well and we will speak to you soon!

Dare 2 FINALLY Complete

This is one of the first Dares to Donate that we received from a long time buddy of mine from growing up, Taylor Buckman. It was a solid dare - to cram some locals into an autophotomat in Berlin and take a picture. For those of you who don't know, an autophotmat is a picture booth, mostly found in the metro, and convincing others that don't speak your language to squeeze in one with you is rather difficult. That being said, we pulled it off, only to find out that the machine didn't work. Since we didn't have our camera, we asked the Germans to take the photo on their phone, and gave them our email to send us the picture, however, we never received it. So we offered Tbucks a second option to dare us, and I'm glad we did. He dared us to go to one of his favorite bars in Madrid, El Chapandaz, an underground cave bar, and order the famous "Leche de Pantera". Sounds intimidating, right? I told Sarah it was actual Panthers milk infused with alcohol, and she wasn't very excited about the dare. The drink was phenomenal, like a cinnamon milk, and it packed a punch. Sarah and I split one and we definitely felt a little buzzed after (Tbucks how'd u down 3 of these!?). Even at 9.80 Euro per drink (that's $14.11), it's well worth it. Good one, Taylor!

The milk for the drink literally comes out of the ceiling. Then they throw a bunch of liquors and spices in it to make it the "Leche de Pantera"

I was pleasantly surprised by this drink. Similar to a White Russian, but with different spices and liquors.

Dare 9 Complete

Adam Leclair, a long time friend of my sister and family, is a veteran of Spain. He dared us to find Jamon de Iberico in Spain and try it and take a photo next to the leg. This stuff is considered a delicacy in Spain, and at 10 Euro per 100 grams (that's about 40 Euro a pound), it better be! It comes from Iberian pig (with black hooves), which is fed natural elements and mostly acorns before slaughter and then hang dried and cured for anywhere from 12-48 months. I like to describe it as a bacon jerky, and it was delicious. I would have never gotten this without the dare and thoroughly enjoyed it, thanks Adam!

You can barely see the black hoof, but that's the telling sign that it is Jamon Iberico

Cheers!

Ben, the Baguette Man

I just had to post this one.  Ben has been doing this daily, getting up and going to the Boulongerie on his bike and getting us a baguette.  He puts it in the basket and he looks so Parisian doing it I decided to get a photo of him today on his way back.  This will be our last French baguette for a while!  How sad!

Packed and ready to go to Spain

Tomorrow we leave our apartment in Paris after nearly 3 weeks here. It is a little bittersweet as we have really become accustomed to life in the city of lights, but onto Spain! It's amazing when we get our bags packed, realizing how little we have for the duration of our trip. We are getting better at packing our things though, and have actually shed some gear since the start of the trip. We now have 2 check in bags and only 1 carry on (we started out with 2).

My bag is on the left, Sarah's on the right. Sarah is using an Osprey Ariel 65 from REI. It is lightweight, with a built in frame that aerates itself with a mesh lining. So far she loves it (thanks uncle Charlie!). You can see our old carry on bag strapped to the front of it. Her total pack weighs about 24 lbs.

I am using an Eagle Creek Switchback Max 25. I bought this bag from REI the day before we left for the trip. I have a nice backpacking pack, but with my back problems, I decided I needed something that can roll as well so that I am not putting as much pressure on my discs. This bag is great because it rolls, but also has backpack straps that zip into the back of the bag. I primarily use it as a rolling bag, except for when we have been in large metro stations. I'm sure this feature will come into use later down the line as well. Our carry on is actually a small backpack that zips to the front of the luggage piece. It has a lifetime warranty, and all in all I am very happy with it so far. My total pack weighs about 34 lbs (with the carry on attached).

Dare 8 Complete

Our last dare for Paris is complete.  Linda dared us to get a bite at La Grande Epicerie in Paris, which is basically a Whole Foods on steroids.  We gladly accepted this dare, and each got a small bite to eat that we would have otherwise not been able to afford.  I got a mini quiche, and Ben a chocolate pastry called an opera.  Both were absolutely amazing.  I highly recommend stopping by this store if you are ever in Paris, just be ready to fork out some Euros.  Thanks Linda! 

Many different types of freshly cut meats laid out perfectly

Ben was in heaven when he saw this

Happy eating these culinary delights!

Dare 7 Complete

Thanks Amanda for the dare and drinks at Mont St. Michel! The wine came at a perfect time, a nice break from the herd of tourists that we were navigating through.  We hadn't originally planned on going to Mont St. Michel, but because of your dare we looked into it and ended up going to it as well as Dinan, great dare!

Having a much needed glass of wine at Mont St. Michel!

Dare 6 Complete

Bradley Smith, thanks for the beers, we made sure to drink them in an authentic spot!

This tank sat in a roundabout right in front of our hotel

Funny story about this roundabout where this tank sits. After checking into our hotel at Avranches, we decided to look up Avranches on wikipedia to see if it had any significance in WW2. Turns out it was liberated by General Patton, and that there was a monument to him in the town. Great, we thought, we'll head out and find that monument, but first, let's have a beer by the tank outside of our hotel so we can get a good shot for Brad's dare. Upon going up to the tank we realized that it was on General Pattons memorial, and the hotel we were staying in was called Patton Hotel! Funny how this stuff works out sometimes.

Patton Square

Normandy

Anyone who knows me knows I have been fascinated with war stuff since I was about 10. That being said, I'm known to dork out pretty hard on WW2 and D-Day stuff (Band of Brothers anyone?), so bear with me on this post. This week we decided to drive out to the Normand coast to do some WWII sightseeing. We rented a car for our journey, check out this sweet ride I got!

Picked the color out myself

As small as the car seems, there was sufficient headroom for me, so I was happy. The first night we didn't have any hotel reservations and figured we would just wing it. However, we knew that we wanted to see Mont St. Michel the first day, so we headed in that direction. We saw this little hilltop town called Avranches and decided to look for a hotel or B&B there. As luck would have it, the first hotel we went to had one open room left, and for cheap, so I booked it. I immediately became grateful that we had the car because it allowed us the freedom to check out small country towns not on the main D-Day route. We went to this medieval town named Dinan. It is one of the best preserved medieval towns in Europe, and we were able to walk along an 11th Century castle wall and watchtower that used to guard this French town from the English. It was pretty surreal, check out these pictures to get a better idea.

One of the town square areas

Sarah and I on a cobblestone residential street. People still live in these homes.

Picture of the Medieval Castles wall that still surrounds the downtown area

Picture from the wall of one of the watchtowers that overlooked the river

After Dinan, we went to Mont St. Michel, an island type place that looks like something out of a Disney book, built in the 8th century. It was very nice from afar, but its narrow streets were so packed side to side with tourists, it kind of killed the ambiance.

Sarah and I outside Mont St. Michel

The next day we began the drive to Caen, where there is a WWII museum that chronicles D-Day in depth and the events leading up to the war (the best in the world). On the way to Caen we decided to stop in many small towns, almost all of which had some sort of memorial to soldiers or civilians from that town that were killed in the war. We came across this monument, and upon getting out to look at it, realized it was originally a World War 1 monument which had added to it WW2 victims.

Original WW1 monument that had been turned into a WW2 monument as well

You can see that a lot of fighting happened in this town as the monument was riddled with bullet holes.

What was also really interesting was that you would see really old stone houses right next to new modern ones, something you don't see a lot of in the French Countryside (most of the homes are older). We later learned that the modern homes were replacements of homes that had been destroyed in WW2. The homes next to this particular monument were almost all newer homes.

We got to Caen around 3, checked into our hotel, and went straight to the museum. I am not a huge museum buff, but if you are ever in Normandy, this museum is worth a full days visit. We arrived at around 4 and left at 7 when the museum closed only to return the next day at 11 to finish seeing the museum before our bus tour of the landing beaches in the afternoon. The museum went in depth not only about D-Day, but the whole war. Upon reading the information about the battle of Normandy, we found out that the town we were in with the memorial that had bullet holes in it was one where heavy German resistance occurred.

The tour of the beaches was great, but also kind of weird. We started out at Pont du Hoc, where the Rangers landed between Utah and Omaha sector to scale 90 foot cliffs so that could take out heavy German artillery. This was my favorite visit because it was all original and preserved. There were bomb craters everywhere, German bunkers, and trenches still intact.

Picture of a bomb crater with a German bunker in the background

Sarah even had a little fun

Next, we saw one of the American sectors, Omaha Beach, nicknamed "Bloody Omaha", where heaviest fighting occurred. Nothing has been preserved here, except you could see the cut outs in the cliffs where the Germans had their machine guns set up. It was surreal to stand at the oceans and look up at the bluff, but it was also weird because there were little kids playing in the water where this battle took place. After Omaha we went to the American Cemetery where we saw the wall of the missing and the graves of nearly 10,000 American soldiers, including Roosevelt's oldest son (see picture below). The site was huge and very well kept, but again there were so many tourists it was hard to appreciate. After that we went and saw Arromanches, which is the floating harbor that was floated over from England for the Allies to unload supplies for the effort.

Roosevelt JR grave at the Cemetery. Great story behind him. He was an American businessman and political leader who fought in both WW1 and WW2. He had arthritis so bad he used a walking cane, but still personally requested to join the first waves of troops on D-Day at Utah Beach. He landed, and was able to redirect his men and advance, but later died of a heart attack on July 12th.

All in all the tours were great, but the museum was by far the best. Caen itself was not a very good town to stay in. 80% of the town was wrecked by Allied bombing, therefore most of it is pretty new and it doesn't feel much like an old French town. Normandy, however, is one of the most beautiful and peaceful countrysides I have ever seen, which makes it hard to imagine that the largest military invasion in history took place there.

Paris 4

The rest of the week was really good.  On Thursday we decided to ride our bikes to the Luxembourg Gardens.  For those of you who know me, you know what a total klutz I am...and, well, on the way to the Gardens I definitely fell off my bike trying to ride up the lip of a curb...pretty pathetic.  The next day we took a walking tour of the Latin Quarter and discovered what is now one of our favorite streets in Paris, Rue Mouffetard. It is a classic Parisian cobblestone street but much better because it is near the Universities, so they have cheap food, an abundance of bars, and people closer to our age.  We decided that we would head back there that night to check out the bar scene.  But, in the mean time, we went to the Catacombs.  We got in line about 3 hours before they closed, with approx. 200 people in line before us and the Catacombs worker told us we might not get in before it closed.  This was our second attempt at going to the Catacombs, so we figured we would wait it out.  And we got lucky.  After nearly 3 hours in line, we were the last group to be let in, and about 100 others who had been waiting behind us had to go home.  The Catacombs are super creepy, about 5 stories underground and 2 km long.  They are underground hallways piled 6 feet high on each side with human bones.  You know Ben, not much of a fan of these types of things, so he pretty much scurried through.  

Ben was pretty sketched out by the whole thing

That night we went out on Mouffetard, and had the time of our lives.  We started at a bar with a great happy hour, but soon I discovered a serious cockroach infestation.  For those that don't know, I have an irrational phobia of cockroaches, and there were literally teams of them running around the walls and ontop of bar.  It was disgusting!  Unfortunately, I didnt see any of the roaches until after we had already ordered drinks, and since they had a good Happy Hour, Ben thought that was justification enough to stay. No way!  I drank my beer outside in the street and then made us leave.  We then went to a bar with a shuffle board table and met some realy cool Parisians.  Sadly, they beat us in shuffle board.  However, after befriending them they invited us to go play a French game like Bocci Ball with them the next day.  Unfortunately it rained the following day so we didnt play but hopefully before we leave we will get to.  The next bar had beer pong, and this is where we got our pride back.  We met some Croatians and Parisians, and challenged them to a beer pong game, and put them to shame! 

Our Croatian and Parisian Beer Pong Friends

Sunday we went to Versailles.  It is an awesome palace but there weer so many tourists there that it kind of killed the experience.  By the end of the day it was taking every ounce of our power not to push people out of the way.  Hoards and hoards of tourists being funneled through hallways and rooms.   It was very impressive and King Luis the XIV was definitly the craziest, most lavish playboy of his time, but the amount of tourists was unreal.  Just look at the line we had to stand in to go through security AFTER spending an hour in line to get our tickets!

That is the line in the background, and it snakes back and forth!

On Monday we went to mass at Notre Dame Cathedral.  Then we stumbled onto this Italian religious dance thingy going on, and Ben decided he wanted to get in on some of the action. 

Look at his intro into the dance

After, we went to the Paris Plage which is a tradition in August where they bus truckloads of sand into the city and make a beach by the Seine river in the middle of Paris.  Since Monday was a holiday, it was packed with Parisians, tourists, and street performers.  We spent all day here hanging out with different people, laying in the sun, and people watching...so much fun!

The Paris Plage 

At the Plage drinking wine and playing French songs

We met a really cool group of Parisian guys that told us where to go that night for fun - Montmarte, the red light district we had previously toured.  So we went home, ate dinner and then got ready for a night out.  Upon arriving to Montmarte we asked these two girls who had obviosuly been drinking which bars were good.  They insisted on taking us around and we spent the night with them drinking, dancing, and chatting about Paris.  We ended up by the Arc de Triomphe at 2 am with them having a drink and finishing up the night.  Fabulous day!

Hailey, Petra, and Us