Because this blog has the magical ability to jinx every plan I ever make, I never share those plans.  Fuck you, blog curse.

So here's my big secret and why I've suddenly been a little "fuck it" about Archie's feet and skin and riding and sanity and my penchant to drink a lot of beer:

I've scheduled this post to publish upon the departure of my flight to New York.  I've never been to New York.  And I'm not staying.

From New York, the hubs and I will be hopping another plane.  To Nice, France.

A train to Geneva.

A train to Paris.

A train to see a certain someone in Luxemburg.

A bus to a car in Frankfurt.

A car to Fussen.

A car to Munich.

A flight to Amsterdam.  Hopefully a last drink.

And a flight back to America.

Expect your instagram to be flooded with European attractions, hopefully some men in lederhosen, schokolade, a couple of ponies, my handsome ginger, me, and the tip of our selfie-stick, and beer.  Lots of beer.

Happy birthday and five year wedding anniversary, my love.