Everett doing his best Triomphe stance under The Arc.
Av. des Champs-Élysées, practically for ourselves today.
My mom's smile would have crossed the globe if she could have seen this.
When Stateside, dine accordingly.
The upside of being jetlagged and waking at 3am all bright eyed and bushy tailed, you have the chance to get out and watch the city wake itself from slumber. Escuchela, la ciudad respirando.
Little bit of a different morning view from what we've had recently, but awesome nonetheless.
This lady! I'm absolutely more successful because we crossed paths. Recently jobless and 19 years old, I cold-called Lana asking for a meeting; I wanted to work under her. We met at her office on a Saturday and I showed up with a couple of files from clients I had lined up and she helped me structure thier purchases right then and there. She quickly became my mentor, idol, and confidant. She took me under her wing, becoming one of the many people along my path to help me realize my goals. For the next two weeks while we head back to the States for a quick visit with family, Lana and her partner Larry are going to take our HOWs for a spin around Scandinavia. And if feels so great to be able to share this experience with her.
"Honey, let's pull over, make dinner, and get Ev to bed." "Sure, love. This'll do?"
Top beach. Not a one better.
Not a bad spot for breakfast. (Sidenote, it didn't get darker than this all night)
Morning troll hunt.
Here is Everett's fake smile. He's bummed because we have to leave the umpteenth castle we've visited this summer.
I've been waiting to see this since I read about it years ago. What an incredible story, discovery, and rebirth this 17th century ship has had. Pulled up from the bottom the sea. Amazing.