tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42633712315641808592024-03-07T23:58:50.940-08:00some days i live in europeso i live in belgium. i like to travel around. i'll show you what i do.jnetti.reidheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04206733625192035397noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263371231564180859.post-76284773531468763292010-03-27T15:43:00.000-07:002010-03-27T15:46:52.262-07:00pizza girls night, mickey d's and partay!<title></title><meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1 (Win32)"><style type="text/css"> <!-- @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } --> </style> <p style="margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i went and met the girls downtown by rogier station which is super lively and pretty. we walked around a bit and then headed to flagey. we stopped at an express shop for “jellies” (says roisin) and coke (they are all addicts!) and I got muesli, which I love! then to stopped by mama roma for pizza takeout, they have DELICIOUS authentic italian pizza. at my house we watched 'becoming jane' and ate our yummy food!</span></p> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" ><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S66IbXdpSVI/AAAAAAAAE78/ZT5gxlvV_4M/s1600/DSC03363.JPG"> </a></span> <div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S66C84j4c5I/AAAAAAAAE60/SGqWJse80RI/s1600/DSC03308.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S66C84j4c5I/AAAAAAAAE60/SGqWJse80RI/s320/DSC03308.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S66C84j4c5I/AAAAAAAAE60/SGqWJse80RI/s1600/DSC03308.JPG">
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<br /></a>jnetti.reidheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04206733625192035397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263371231564180859.post-21752519693052743892010-03-27T14:04:00.000-07:002010-03-27T14:46:56.950-07:00cooking, cookies, casitas and carnival with cintolesi's<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">i love to bake! i think its fantastic that they love everything i make because so many things are new for them. so of course of course they needed to have apple pie! it was hilarious, when i went to make it i asked maria for a pie pan...she just stared. they didn't have one, the kind of pie pan we use. so i used a drop out bottom cake pan, it turned out okay. they loved it. next time i will have to do it with michelle's recipe and with an actual pie pan.</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653aW-82WI/AAAAAAAAE5E/PM6um1w5_tw/s1600/DSC03198.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653aW-82WI/AAAAAAAAE5E/PM6um1w5_tw/s320/DSC03198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453427493522168162" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" >for valentine's day, well, for a lot of holidays i like the tradition of making sugar cookies and decorating them. i think gigi might have something to do with that. haha so i made a bunch of dough and laurel helped me cut and bake them all. clara and her friend marina helped us decorate them. gino thought it was so great, the best thing they have done with clara yet. i was so happy they liked it. oh and at first trying to find things to decorate with was a mess. haha i bought jam to use instead of food coloring and chocolate sprinkles that they actually use for breakfast toast! when we came back from den haag though gino had found real sprinkles and food coloring! it was awesome. i made one for christopher too! </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653buaOmnI/AAAAAAAAE5c/ikZvXB7vReQ/s1600/DSC03264.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653buaOmnI/AAAAAAAAE5c/ikZvXB7vReQ/s320/DSC03264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453427516990462578" border="0" /></a><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S658Qttah0I/AAAAAAAAE6s/2elWqRQZr4E/s1600/DSC03266.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S658Qttah0I/AAAAAAAAE6s/2elWqRQZr4E/s320/DSC03266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453432825382078274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653b-dgMfI/AAAAAAAAE5k/5XMtkFdMado/s1600/DSC03281.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653b-dgMfI/AAAAAAAAE5k/5XMtkFdMado/s320/DSC03281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453427521299165682" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">one day me this week me and clarita were having fun in my room building casitas para mi clarita! and they she tried on my shoes and walked around with them. it was cracking me up i loved it. she managed to walk up the stairs with them on...okay i had to help her a bit. haha.<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S656H2dMkEI/AAAAAAAAE6M/HCUC1grJNXQ/s1600/DSC03207.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S656H2dMkEI/AAAAAAAAE6M/HCUC1grJNXQ/s320/DSC03207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453430474087895106" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S656JGTrNwI/AAAAAAAAE6c/6fEL8r-MRMI/s1600/DSC03221.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S656JGTrNwI/AAAAAAAAE6c/6fEL8r-MRMI/s320/DSC03221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453430495522797314" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S656IUw8QcI/AAAAAAAAE6U/WWk97VjqZIQ/s1600/DSC03212.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S656IUw8QcI/AAAAAAAAE6U/WWk97VjqZIQ/s320/DSC03212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453430482223776194" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">for carnival i am sad to say i didn't do anything. not a single thing. actually i am not even really sure what people do for carnival that isn't scandalous, but i am sure there are festivals or something. well clara's friend leah had a carnival party for the kids and their families. this is what my adorable dressed up as! even bruno got in on the action as a little sailor! i love the stache!</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653aqet3zI/AAAAAAAAE5M/lhHIat3NO-s/s1600/DSC03312.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653aqet3zI/AAAAAAAAE5M/lhHIat3NO-s/s320/DSC03312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453427498755678002" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" > <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653bOzCtMI/AAAAAAAAE5U/V2idlPJJ8B8/s1600/DSC03317.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S653bOzCtMI/AAAAAAAAE5U/V2idlPJJ8B8/s320/DSC03317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453427508504605890" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">we have good times at home, its really exciting for me to see them growing. i know it hasn't been that long but the fact bruno eats solid food and can sit up by himself almost, and clara gets smarter everyday. it blows my mind.</span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" ><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S656JuabVYI/AAAAAAAAE6k/ONW8AhcQEMs/s1600/DSC03266.JPG"><br /></a></span>jnetti.reidheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04206733625192035397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263371231564180859.post-2742936053864202052010-03-27T13:17:00.000-07:002010-03-27T14:02:14.223-07:00temple trip to den haag<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >i knew coming into this whole europe deal that they have like 10 temples over the whole country. okay so there is actually 11. but there isn't even one in the country i live in. its a big change from the 10 minute drive to the mesa temple and my attempts to go weekly. its so impressive to see the sacrifice that the members make here to get to the temple.</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uFD_3NvI/AAAAAAAAE4c/8rlgCFDQsSM/s1600/DSC03242.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uFD_3NvI/AAAAAAAAE4c/8rlgCFDQsSM/s320/DSC03242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453417232043816690" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >well, me and laurel had a rough start getting there....to say the least. haha she spent the night at my house and we had to be at the church at 6:30am. meaning we had to leave my house just around 5:30 due to crazy buses. so we get to the bus and had missed it. in order to catch the metro we had to get there on time and so we ran. 4 stops. in church clothes. hahah i am sure we looked like psychos. but we got there in time, just 3 minutes to spare actually and showed up to the church at 6:27am. and then of course we had to wait around for other people and didn't leave until 7:15. laurel was so annoyed! haha i am just glad we caught it. nick and jess weren't so lucky :( they got stuck.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >elder and sister phair drove us in their car and it was nice conversation, for about 10 seconds until we passed out. hah we got to den haag in the netherlands a few minutes before the 1st of 2 sessions started. we had a fantastic session. i was baptized in dutch! changing was maybe the coldest experience of my life though. seriously all of us were shivering and so cold! there was a little bit of a mix up and several people were confirmed in their normal church clothes. so at the end laurel and a boy went in and were reconfirmed for all the ones they had done. it took quite a long time.</span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o6yzjxSI/AAAAAAAAE30/_4h0QEDKMvg/s1600/P2130117.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65x4RzLUXI/AAAAAAAAE48/Z9xsDGl7E-k/s1600/DSC03756.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65x4RzLUXI/AAAAAAAAE48/Z9xsDGl7E-k/s320/DSC03756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453421410456916338" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >after we had a very very quick little break for lunch. problem. no one notified us that we needed to bring lunch. and thanks to our early early departure time we had a tiny breakfast. the phairs were so nice and told us to eat some of their lunch. the next group was ready to get going before we were done and we said for them to go ahead. i really wasn't feeling too good and i think it was due to lack of food/sleep, basically the essentials. plus it was cold. which for me is always a problem. hah</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uE0lCFTI/AAAAAAAAE4U/bp1ZzsU11Pg/s1600/DSC03246.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uE0lCFTI/AAAAAAAAE4U/bp1ZzsU11Pg/s320/DSC03246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453417227904750898" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >we ventured out to the little and adorable town with shops right next to the temple. it is so clean and lovely there! i loved it! first thing...find food! there was this shop that sold a huge range of food. laurel got herself a good ole' hamburger, fries and a coke. i got chicken wings, fries and a hot cocoa. haha it was so tasty! </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o6yzjxSI/AAAAAAAAE30/_4h0QEDKMvg/s1600/P2130117.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o6yzjxSI/AAAAAAAAE30/_4h0QEDKMvg/s320/P2130117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453411558071977250" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uF3x3SHI/AAAAAAAAE4s/mbiK80tTkCs/s1600/DSC03232.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uF3x3SHI/AAAAAAAAE4s/mbiK80tTkCs/s320/DSC03232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453417245943744626" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uFYxQ9MI/AAAAAAAAE4k/ZvPeWe9sMUw/s1600/DSC03233.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uFYxQ9MI/AAAAAAAAE4k/ZvPeWe9sMUw/s320/DSC03233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453417237619733698" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >then we found an awesome second hand shop where i found a killer deal on a down jacket for 9euro. and i bought an old fashioned dutch plate with a egg cup. who even knew about those little cuppy things?! i didn't. hah but i loved it.</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o7WQXr_I/AAAAAAAAE38/D85o1iodbq8/s1600/P2130116.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o7WQXr_I/AAAAAAAAE38/D85o1iodbq8/s320/P2130116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453411567588061170" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >we also went to a sports store and i got myself some gloves and we both had to stop ourselves from buying these fantastic coats that cost too much. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >oh! and we saw our first holland windmills!!! okay i actually only saw 1, but it was still exciting! i wish we could have stayed longer then just a few hours, i am so excited to go back. </span><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uGKse5KI/AAAAAAAAE40/fXPSFMpHeic/s1600/DSC03235.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uGKse5KI/AAAAAAAAE40/fXPSFMpHeic/s320/DSC03235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453417251021448354" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >everyone wanted pictures of the temple, you can see sinoui with the millions of cameras. it was so funny, mostly because everyone was tired and hungry and cold.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o77jysOI/AAAAAAAAE4M/eZ-cT4H8jCM/s1600/DSC03247.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o77jysOI/AAAAAAAAE4M/eZ-cT4H8jCM/s320/DSC03247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453411577601634530" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o7tFfZ7I/AAAAAAAAE4E/eg_amaFzaiI/s1600/DSC03248.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o7tFfZ7I/AAAAAAAAE4E/eg_amaFzaiI/s320/DSC03248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453411573716445106" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >i love the temple. i don't think i will ever take it for granted again. </span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o6esvciI/AAAAAAAAE3s/H9ARfx6B0LA/s1600/P2130119.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65o6esvciI/AAAAAAAAE3s/H9ARfx6B0LA/s320/P2130119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453411552674673186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S65uE0lCFTI/AAAAAAAAE4U/bp1ZzsU11Pg/s1600/DSC03246.JPG"><br /></a>jnetti.reidheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04206733625192035397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263371231564180859.post-29479036144000180582010-03-08T06:19:00.000-08:002010-03-27T14:50:58.178-07:00Place Royale. first trip.<a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5VeoSd-60I/AAAAAAAAE18/xqhzsDOEXJA/s1600-h/P1230005.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5VeoSd-60I/AAAAAAAAE18/xqhzsDOEXJA/s320/P1230005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446363370619857730" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">one day i was on a bus route that has a stop about 6 minutes from my house. i accidentally missed my stop and went about 2 passed it. i ended up in this loveliness! its the place royale, which is full of museums, a gigantic and gorgeous park, statues, the belvue, and more. i didn't have much time to wander around but i made sure to come back that week and took laurel with me to explore.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">we walked around, and i got my first waffle here! these are what the vans look like:</span><br /><img style="width: 376px; height: 282px; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" alt="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/96455521_b37062861d.jpg" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/96455521_b37062861d.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">i got a chocolate covered one of course. so good. i went into my first cathedral here, well i think it is a cathedral, now that i think about it it might be considered technically a church. i'm not sure. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span class="pp-place-title">Notre-Dame du Sablon is lovely. and has the most beautiful stained glass windows. they tell stories which is really neat. i also saw my first confessional? i think that's what its called. which i thought was kind of interesting to see.<br /></span></span><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPwMqJMmI/AAAAAAAAE1U/5pYBaM05DsA/s1600-h/P1230007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPwMqJMmI/AAAAAAAAE1U/5pYBaM05DsA/s320/P1230007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446276645080609378" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPvr2pqoI/AAAAAAAAE1M/ubZu3YS3eM8/s1600-h/P1230017.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPvr2pqoI/AAAAAAAAE1M/ubZu3YS3eM8/s320/P1230017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446276636274698882" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPvOAcxpI/AAAAAAAAE1E/d14ax9ajM-0/s1600-h/P1230021.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPvOAcxpI/AAAAAAAAE1E/d14ax9ajM-0/s320/P1230021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446276628262733458" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPuEk4MCI/AAAAAAAAE08/ixFfeBhuK6w/s1600-h/P1230022.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPuEk4MCI/AAAAAAAAE08/ixFfeBhuK6w/s320/P1230022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446276608551301154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span class="pp-place-title">near that we found a little pathway that had more modern sculptures in it. the duck one laurel thought was so silly so i snagged a shot of it. also on that path you could see some really cute buildings, "you just took a picture into someone kitchen window"--laurel. and a wall i thought looked so awesome that had the marks where the vines had been.<br /><br /></span></span><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPt-JzKaI/AAAAAAAAE00/Rx4JcA1B2QY/s1600-h/P1230027.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5UPt-JzKaI/AAAAAAAAE00/Rx4JcA1B2QY/s320/P1230027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446276606827112866" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5Ven36Q6aI/AAAAAAAAE10/xzuXmvy_5-A/s1600-h/P1230023.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5Ven36Q6aI/AAAAAAAAE10/xzuXmvy_5-A/s320/P1230023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446363363490720162" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5VenUe9K8I/AAAAAAAAE1s/hrvsZr4PoZo/s1600-h/P1230024.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5VenUe9K8I/AAAAAAAAE1s/hrvsZr4PoZo/s320/P1230024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446363353980939202" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">we also went into this lovely church, Church Saint Jacques-sur-coudenberg. it had the BIGGEST painting i have ever seen in real life. seriously, like bigger than a movie theatre screen. it was beautiful inside but freezing.</span><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5Vr711tbKI/AAAAAAAAE2E/0Bx8w3J1Vtg/s1600-h/DSC03770.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5Vr711tbKI/AAAAAAAAE2E/0Bx8w3J1Vtg/s320/DSC03770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446378000183291042" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5VenN_aRiI/AAAAAAAAE1k/bUk3GPpjv_Q/s1600-h/P1230031.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5VenN_aRiI/AAAAAAAAE1k/bUk3GPpjv_Q/s320/P1230031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446363352238016034" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5VemtOVC7I/AAAAAAAAE1c/pakUwKWxHus/s1600-h/P1230035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5VemtOVC7I/AAAAAAAAE1c/pakUwKWxHus/s320/P1230035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446363343442217906" border="0" /></a><span><span class="pp-place-title"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">there are a few museums there i am definitely going to have to check out, and since its about 20 minutes from home it shouldn't be that difficult to do it. haha</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span>jnetti.reidheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04206733625192035397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263371231564180859.post-60659308154152313252010-03-07T07:25:00.000-08:002010-03-07T07:47:31.324-08:00ice cream, pool and tea time.<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">the family is awesome! some fun things around the house:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">ice cream!--gino doesn't love ice cream as much as i do...but almost! which is impressive all in itself. but on top of it, he loves to make his own! which is fantastic for me! we try new flavors all the time. so far we have made banana (my suggestion of course! its the best!), vanilla, mango, coconut, bitter almond and chocolate.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJIL9W9ZI/AAAAAAAAE0k/xZO_WktYGVI/s1600-h/DSC02719.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJIL9W9ZI/AAAAAAAAE0k/xZO_WktYGVI/s320/DSC02719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445917516907345298" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">swimming pool--gino loves to swim. clara constantly asks for 'la piscina'. bruno, well he's a baby. maria used to take a water aerobics class before bruno. so the first time we went was the first time she'd been since she was pretty pregnant, i was so excited for her. its so fun, the little kids are so cute. i was sitting watching bruno, he was sleeping. haha this adorable little boy was playing outside and kept waving at me and telling his dad he saw me.<br /></span><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJH-nPoZI/AAAAAAAAE0c/Mnzd4on1fp8/s1600-h/DSC02693.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJH-nPoZI/AAAAAAAAE0c/Mnzd4on1fp8/s320/DSC02693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445917513324929426" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJHE8_bVI/AAAAAAAAE0U/bbdK8Q07Rz4/s1600-h/DSC02696.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJHE8_bVI/AAAAAAAAE0U/bbdK8Q07Rz4/s320/DSC02696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445917497846885714" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJGzh7XAI/AAAAAAAAE0M/eWTPOtUYfuU/s1600-h/DSC02699.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJGzh7XAI/AAAAAAAAE0M/eWTPOtUYfuU/s320/DSC02699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445917493169970178" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">playtime--i pick up the kids most days from daycare around 4. bring them home. give clara a snack, let bruno nap, play!, bath time, and get ready for dinner. one day me and clara 'baked cookies' (playdough style) and she made me manzania (chamomile tea). she had been obsessed with it since she sees me drink it most mornings at breakfast. </span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJGjcxx-I/AAAAAAAAE0E/Efcpz8UvUVY/s1600-h/DSC02704.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PJGjcxx-I/AAAAAAAAE0E/Efcpz8UvUVY/s320/DSC02704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445917488853403618" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PKAR_c4zI/AAAAAAAAE0s/C-EPkNWauzU/s1600-h/DSC02707.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PKAR_c4zI/AAAAAAAAE0s/C-EPkNWauzU/s320/DSC02707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445918480599409458" border="0" /></a>jnetti.reidheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04206733625192035397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263371231564180859.post-24583473968484190642010-03-07T07:13:00.000-08:002010-03-07T07:24:47.070-08:00settling in.<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">i do all the normal things. unpack. exchange gifts. they gave me tasty famous Neuhaus chocolate and a way cute beenie. i made clara a picture frame and gave her a panda beanie baby. bruno i brought a sock monkey. gino and maria i gave arizona playing cards and an native american pottery windchime. i think i won. haha</span><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PEAfddRSI/AAAAAAAAEzs/O7NS7WJL_dw/s1600-h/DSC02685.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PEAfddRSI/AAAAAAAAEzs/O7NS7WJL_dw/s320/DSC02685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445911887145157922" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PD_n20rfI/AAAAAAAAEzk/5OiV3M2Jazw/s1600-h/DSC02686.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5PD_n20rfI/AAAAAAAAEzk/5OiV3M2Jazw/s320/DSC02686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445911872219164146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">over the next week they take me around and help me get a bank account, a cell phone set up, stamps, office supplies, etc. they also bought my a coat! okay funny story.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">so gino does underwater free diving. nothing too hardcore, but its pretty awesome. he really wanted to go and buy a wet suit, and the place to get them here is called decathlon. its outside of town, i dunno, maybe 20 miles. which for europe is FAR. they invite me to go and the whole family packs in the car. oh gosh. so funny! they hate driving on highways, which are like normal freeways for us. there is a traffic jam, and gino keeps apologizing profusely, like it was the most ridiculous thing of my life. hahah i was just like, haha, this happens all the time at home. no prob. and the store we went to was like the size of a dicks sporting goods, and its definitely HUGE for here. for sure the biggest store i have been in yet and probably will. there were a lot of people there, and again, they proceeded to apologize for the lines and craziness. haha i was like, yeah, we have malls. no problem. hahah</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">it was a way fun night.</span>jnetti.reidheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04206733625192035397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263371231564180859.post-53214017466245105122010-03-07T07:11:00.001-08:002010-03-07T07:11:44.968-08:00departure, arrival, wait. departure, arrival,haul it. departure, arrival. deep breath.<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >the morning final came january 11th. mom and dad took me out to breakfast at crackers, soooo good. that was fun. </span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O41luYsWI/AAAAAAAAEy0/_6C5PBI5F0c/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O41THQbNI/AAAAAAAAEys/C8aP5iZfCJw/s1600-h/DSC02667.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O41THQbNI/AAAAAAAAEys/C8aP5iZfCJw/s320/DSC02667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445899600224349394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O-8xUv-EI/AAAAAAAAEzc/wBc_YC-XOss/s1600-h/DSC02673.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O-8xUv-EI/AAAAAAAAEzc/wBc_YC-XOss/s320/DSC02673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445906325662857282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >we weren't really sure a specific date because there were huge snow storms across europe. making flights a bit of a messy mess. so michelle paxton, being a freaking rockstar, kept checking and switching them around for me as they seemed to be good or not. so i for sure have a flight to philidelphia, the connection to London. but the flight to london itself was definitely up in the air since i was flying standby. my mom calls sister hawley to ask if i can hook it up with andrea's family just in case i have to stay over night there. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O6CuXkJyI/AAAAAAAAEzE/6e8CqhvNmyU/s1600-h/DSC03776.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O6CuXkJyI/AAAAAAAAEzE/6e8CqhvNmyU/s320/DSC03776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445900930390435618" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O6CXbkgHI/AAAAAAAAEy8/GZaeI_9LdY0/s1600-h/DSC03755.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O6CXbkgHI/AAAAAAAAEy8/GZaeI_9LdY0/s320/DSC03755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445900924233220210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >luckily i got freaking awesome flight on the way to philly. in a row by myself and no seat in front of me. which is lovely since me and flying aren't best of friends. and when i got there i hung out in the club, once again thanks to michelle. so nice. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >anyhow, i got a flight to heathrow. which was also an awesome seat. i sat next to a really nice lady from philly who was heading to africa. i told her i was going to brussels and she laughed and said i needed to make sure to say goodbye to the sun since i wasn't going to see it for a long time. hahah </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >i took sleeping pills on the flight, i think maybe for the first time. yeah, i think i am definitely one of those weird human anomalies that react the opposite. so i slept about an hour on the plane overnight. </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O87WLkjYI/AAAAAAAAEzM/lSXJTH5bKY0/s1600-h/DSC02682.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O87WLkjYI/AAAAAAAAEzM/lSXJTH5bKY0/s320/DSC02682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445904102173478274" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >in london. oh goodness. i am sure i was quite a site. the airlines broke a wheel (out of 2 wheels) off of one of the huge suitcases i had. sorry again jordan. so i drag it, with my other suitcase, and my huge backpack up and down stairs--no escalators. to the metro. off the metro. to the train. oh it was hell. and i was going on being awake about 26 hours out of 27. so it was great. haha. but i make it to my eurostar train to brussels. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" >it was a good ride and when i got there i had an amazing greeting! gino and clara were there with this sweet sign. oh and its about -1c outside. and raining. haha hello belgium! </span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O871bPgDI/AAAAAAAAEzU/9NVd-0vGzq0/s1600-h/DSC02687.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O871bPgDI/AAAAAAAAEzU/9NVd-0vGzq0/s320/DSC02687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445904110560706610" border="0" /></a>jnetti.reidheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04206733625192035397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4263371231564180859.post-58570971429967413872010-03-07T07:02:00.000-08:002010-03-07T07:06:12.254-08:00and so it began.<span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >story of my life. i get really good ideas and sometimes things happen SUPER fast. and time flies. so sorry for the time its taken me to get this up, but you know i am crazy like that. take for instance...</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >december 2009</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >--i already have a job driving buses for TUHSD. which had been confirmed..oh yeah, the DAY before. i have my school schedule set up perfectly for spring, which in fact is my last semester for my dental hygiene prereqs so i can apply and get into a school. life is pretty set up. yeah</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >4th--friday. i decide to be mean to myself and take a look at the awesomeness that other people are doing. at that moment it meant looking into au pair websites for europe. and i even make an account on www.aupair-world.net. whatever. so i go to bed and the night i had all these crazy dreams (which is weird for me, i hardly ever remember dreaming) and woke up so excited. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >5th--saturday. i check my message. 9 hits! and a few emails even in my normal email account (which is jnetti.reidhead@gmail.com by the way). mommy is in the kitchen and i am like "hey mom, what would you think about...." so she comes and looks at them, and keeps looking at them as i had to run and sell a textbook from craigslist. when i get home, i look again. and me and mom had both picked the same family. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >gino and maria. 39 and 35. from spain. live in brussels belgium. work as interpreters. have 2 kids. clara 2. bruno 5 months. super fun pictures. nice house. good location. lets give them a shot. so i email them. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >we write each other a few times and then set up a skype date for the next day. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >6th--sunday. skype date. i love them. we are pretty set. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >7th--monday. HUGE lab test this morning i remember. in between classes i ran down and turned in my passport papers. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >8th--tuesday. we decide yes! for the beginning of january!</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >10th--i go to work and apologize and explain the situation. kim is a rockstar and offers me the job for whenever i get home. set up online classes. </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >so the next month i make lists and lists of things i have to do before i go. finish my finals. buy tickets. pack. play. braces off (which is a whole other miracle in itself). utah. christmas. new years. party. and gone i go! </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O0j4bqrZI/AAAAAAAAEyk/ZJRMh7EIlok/s1600-h/DSC02608.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O0j4bqrZI/AAAAAAAAEyk/ZJRMh7EIlok/s320/DSC02608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445894902957911442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O0Pp1-ouI/AAAAAAAAEyc/cxn2U1bKh9o/s1600-h/DSC02640.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e8f6GNtRVI0/S5O0Pp1-ouI/AAAAAAAAEyc/cxn2U1bKh9o/s320/DSC02640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445894555444355810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;" >well i wish the going part was quite as smooth as the rest.....</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /></span><br /></span><cite></cite>jnetti.reidheadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04206733625192035397noreply@blogger.com0