Anyone that has ever travelled with me or Tracey knows that even in the presence of serious history, serious historical instituions, and serious situations, we really have a hard time keeping it serious. This post is dedicated to the moments where we really just couldn't help ourselves.
The ultimate silliness took place on the trip to Versailles. It all started when I fell asleep on the train cradling the baguette in my arms, and got significantly more absurd from there. See below.
I'm probably dreaming about all of the carbs I'm going to allow myself to consume this trip.
The nonsense really all started with this crazy boat ride. The storm was abrewing and there were ameatuer paddlers at the helm.
We all had to try this statue's helmet. Obviously.
Then Graham and I had way too much fun in this little gazebo. This was pre-picnic, so I blame the low blood sugar for our shenanigans.
If you don't think these are funny, then we probably aren't that good of friends. Oh, Versilly.
Once the storm hit, no umbrellas=the babushkas came out to play.
So you know how in the beginning of Glamour mag they have that section "Where has your Glamour been?" with pics of girls holding the magazine in exotic locations? Well I had the genius idea that I was going to get myself into the magazine by taking this pic in Aegina. I actually wanted to bring it to the Acropolis, but I think that would have landed me in the Tourist Hall of Shame FOR SURE so I refrained.
Of course we took photos like this at the Parthenon. Duh.
ALWAYS RAIN. ALWAYS.
Pretending to be Asian tourists is one of our favorite things.
Other favorite thing besides pretending to be Asians: pretending to be monuments.
Europe, you know you'll miss us.
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