The Long Road Home...

From the moment I booked this trip, I knew it was going to be a quick in and out, wham bam, thank you m'am kind of trip.  And I knew that jetlag would kick my ass for days to come.  And I was right.  With only 3 1/2 days on the ground, I spent over 2 days travelling to and from my destination.  Exhausting to say the least...worth it, but exhausting.

My flight into Minneapolis was smooth as silk.  I'm not overly superstitious but I found two pennies on the ground the morning of that flight so maybe that had something to do with it.  Not sure what black cat crossed my path on the flight back though, but somehow I knew I couldn't have good luck on both flights.

My 19 hr day (no exaggeration there - it started at 8AM in MN and ended at 10:30AM in Barcelona the NEXT DAY) began fine enough. Minneapolis airport is really nice and I took my time getting to my gate with a little more shopping on the way. The flight to Atlanta where I had my layover was non eventful - I had a nice guy who was travelling with his family sitting next to me and we chatted pretty much the whole way which made the 2+ hours fly by. It helped that the flight was smooth with no turbulence... foreshadowing perhaps????

Atlanta is huge but a really nice airport. My first order of business once I figured out where my terminal was for my long haul flight was to get some food in me knowing that I had a long day ahead still and only crappy airplane food in my future.  I had lunch at the bar in a nice restaurant, probably the nicest I've seen in an airport. While there I caught up with a friend on my US phone since we were just about in the same time zone - yes, I was one of those people chatting on my cell while in a restaurant. 

Even after spending time for lunch and catching up, I still got to my gate with still almost 2 hrs to kill. That's when the thunderstorm rolled in.  While in Minneapolis we were supposed to have a thunderstorm but I didn't see one. We don't really get them in BCN so I had been looking forward to it. Not so much as I was waiting to board my plane which then of course was delayed. Massive lightning strikes. In hindsight wish I had grabbed my camera to take some pics since being in an airport allowed for uninstructed views of the sky. But alas I was asleep on my feet and just not focused. There was a choir singing at the gate across from us. They sounded lovely but something about a church group singing at the gate creeped me out and felt like a bad omen to me. The flight was delayed boarding for about 45 mins due to the lightning. Then we sat at the gate another hour. Finally we took off. Exhausted I was hoping to sleep.

Unfortunately I think I was soooo tired that sleep wouldn't come. I also think it was the anxiety because no joke the first FOUR HOURS of my 8 1/2 hr flight was turbulence. Constant turbulence. It wasn't the worst turbulence that I've had but just a single bump is usually enough to have me white knuckling the seat. I did my best to close my eyes and just focus on trying to sleep, even counting sheep as ridiculous as that sounds. But the monotony kept me from having a panic attack when the turbulence didn't stop. In my head I know that no flight has crashed due to turbulence but I think when it gets bumpy it just reminds me how little control I have in my environment and that freaks me out. 

My flight to Glasgow a few weeks ago was like this only Glasgow was a shorter flight. At one point I thought I might cry because I knew at that point I still had 6 hrs to go and had no choice but to suffer thru it. Isn't it amazing how we allow ourselves to over react sometimes?  I let my mind run away with me. And that was stupid.

I will say that my theory that you really need some time between long haul flights is true because you need to forget about the pain of it... Kind of like childbirth. And knowing that in just 4 weeks I've got to do this again WITH the kids (and turbulence doesn't phase them) makes me rethink my decision making process on going home in June instead of August to space out the flights a bit. But what's done and I know I'll get back on that plane. My mother is terrified of flying and just got on a plane for the first time in 25 years this weekend. I can see where she's coming from and had moments of thought where I decided that I will live out my years in Europe and let everyone come to me. But I immediately recognized that's not realistic and like always know that unlike my mom (whom I think may have turned a corner this weekend) my fears will not prevent me from living my life.

I got to Barcelona airport and flew thru customs only to wait forever for my luggage.  When it finally appeared, it looked as if one of my suitcases had been robbed - not the suitcases itself but the contents.  My duffel had been completely full to the top and upon arrival it was half empty.  I was beside myself upset.  Not only had I travelled for 19 hours to get to this point, but now I've had stuff stolen???  Almost in tears I went to the Delta/Air France counter who told me that I had to contact the TSA.  So then I went over to a police officer to see if there was anyone there - he spoke no English and I was impressed with my ability to switch right back to Spanish to explain the issue.  He told me to talk to Delta so he was really no help.  When I got home a bit later, I actually went thru each receipt item by item (given I usually toss the receipts, I'm lucky I had them) and surprisingly everything was there so I guess I overreacted... exhaustion I'm sure played a role.  I'm guessing that everything was just compacted in travel or something... a mystery that will never be solved!

As much as this flight was miserable and I can barely see straight from the exhaustion, it was worth if for my 3 days in the us to spend time with my family that I hadn't seen in 11 months. And to see my brother get married. So next month, as much as I dread it, I'll be boarding that British Air flight back to Boston for yet another long flight. Lets just hope things go a bit smoother for the sake of my sanity!!  Off to book a flight to Menorca now!  It's good to be back!

Besos,
Julie

Jay and Katie Get Married!!!

As we all know, the real reason for my trip to the US was actually not for shopping but for my brother's wedding.  Jay and his fiancee, Katie have been together a long time.  Like, since I was pregnant with Aidan (who's now 8) kind of long time.  So this wedding was no surprise to any of us - we all knew it was coming, just a matter of when. 
But what was so nice about this weekend was watching Jay and Katie in action.  I see them both in very short spurts and that is no different than when I lived in the US.  I would see them 3 or 4 times a year, much less than I would have liked...but they are private people and for the most part keep to themselves.  I can't blame them for this but can express that I'd love to see and talk to them both more often.  Anyways, when I do see them, I normally have the kids with me and it's relative chaos.  And they are busy interacting with the kids and so I don't get to see them interact much with each other.  So it was great seeing them with each other - the looks of adoration, a quick kiss and the sharing of private jokes with each other. 
The wedding day started off a little chaotic with Jay's top shirt button not quite making the stretch to close - thankfully one of Katie's relatives saved the day for us and moved the button.  So it got us off on a little bit of a late start which getting lost only added to.  My dad never ever ever gets lost.  But on the wedding day, yup you guessed it, he got lost. 

My mom is probably going to kill me for posting this... but it was not actually raining at this point but she felt she had to protect her hair from the humidity and threat of rain for the 50 foot walk to the car...

But eventually we made it back on track and in the end we were only 5 minutes late.  And it wasn't even five minutes late for the ceremony but 5 minutes late for pictures that were being taken before the ceremony.  And Katie wasn't ready yet anyways, so all the stress was for nothing.  But what's a wedding day without some stress, right? 

My mom and I spent a bit of time reiminiscing about my wedding as Katie got ready.  It was a really nice moment for her and I.  And I commented that it was a bit strange not to be super involved in the wedding process and even Katie's getting ready process...something I'm sure is normal for the family of the groom since essentially this is the bride's big day.  And it made me a little sad to know that I'll always be on the groom's side with my boys - no little girls here... and so I'll never be the mother of the bride and have the bonding experince that I had with my mom over my wedding.  Hopefully my boys, when their days come, will do their best to keep me happy and entertained with plenty of planning for their big days!!

Katie getting ready

So Katie and Jay did pictures before the ceremony.  I'm not 100% sure how I feel on that as part of me thinks it's bad luck and the other part of me thinks it's easier to get that part done and overwith so you can actually enjoy the reception with everyone.  I think it's a personal preference.  I did like that they did what was called a First Look.  So before they did the pictures they got to see each other one on one with no photographer and no other witnesses which I think was lovely.  Of course all of us were peaking out from the rooms above the main hall in the temple watching them!!

Right after their First Look

They didn't do a ton of pictures and we almost had a glitch where my parents and Jay didn't get any pictures.  They were in a rush to sign the katuba and the wedding planner kind of pushed my family off saying there would be time for pictures later.  This is where I actually stepped in and insisted that my parents get their pictures with Jay - it's too important to hope someone will remember later and the whole point of us meeting early was to do pictures, wasn't it??

We all headed upstairs to sign the wedding certificate and the katuba which is the Jewish marriage contract.  This was actually my first Jewish wedding and I really enjoyed watching the traditions.  Then it was off to the service.  It was relatively short but sweet and I will admit, a bit weird hearing them say their vows in Hebrew given I've never heard Jay say a word of Hebrew in his life.  But seriously, good for him! 

Part of the signing of the Katuba

Giving the groom a hug and kiss before Katie walks down the aisle

Waiting for the bride

About to kiss the bride

Presenting Mr. & Mrs. Jay Lundin!!!

After the ceremony we had brunch at a country club.  It was a nice club and a very very low key event which I think suits both Jay and Katie as they aren't much for ostentatious events - there was a harpist for music, a delicious meal and of course, cake.  There were a few toasts and my mom suggested that I do one instead of her and so with about 30 seconds notice I got up and gave a short speech on how happy I was to see the two of them finally tying the knot after all these years - and it's true, I'm incredibly happy for them and for the new adventures they will hopefully have as a newly married couple.  I wish them many many happy years ahead!

Aunt Joni, Jay and Mom

Sisters...

Awww, me and my dad :)

Walking into the reception

Very cool wedding gift from Katie to Jay - it shows all the big events in their lives.  And I was touched to see that included both the birth of Aidan and Liam - thanks Katie for including them!

Me and my mom

Besos,

Julie

Seriously, More Shopping...

I didn't think it was possible to shop too much.  Ok, I know Josh wouldn't agree with me there.  But seriously, the shopping in this mall was unbelievable.  I could have pitched a tent and moved in.  I was unstoppable and actually at one point did call Josh and told him I needed to be stopped.  And I'm not really looking forward to the moment he sees my credit card bill.  But I couldn't help myself. 

With no commitments until 6PM on Saturday night for a dinner Katie's family was hosting, I was free to do whatever during the day.  So of course, that meant shopping with my mom...one of my favorite things to do!!!  We hit the ground running and within 30 mins of entering the mall we already had several bags. 

Eventually we stopped for lunch at a great Asian/fusion place that reminded me a bit of CDLC here in Barcelona.  It was so nice just hanging out with her!  But like the day before, she had to head out early to prepare for the dinner that night so my dad came down from Hooters (again!) and grabbed my mom and my bags and they headed back to the hotel while I continued my rampage.
 

My shopping for the day...

However, I did have to stop at some point because I, too, had to get ready for the dinner.  Slightly lower key than the rehearsal dinner which I think is as it should be.  Once again, I couldn't get over how wonderful Katie's family was and how welcoming they made all of us feel.  I think Minnesota has to be the friendliest state in the Union for sure. 

My Aunt Joni, me and my mom

My mom, dad and I

My mom, Jay and me

With the big day coming up the next morning, we all retired early to our hotel rooms...

Besos,
Julie

Shopping, Shopping, Shopping!!!

The jetlag kicked in pretty quick on my end.  After over 14 hours of travel, I was damn tired.  And while I tried to resist, I was asleep by 8PM on my first night in Minnesota.  This was bad and I knew it because by 1:30AM, I was wide awake.  For the day.  Thankfully, my mom is an early riser and by 5:45 she had texted me to see if I was awake and did I want to hit the gym?

Hitting the gym before 6AM made me feel incredibly American.  And I have to say, it felt good.  I've mentioned this recently that my schedule has been so jammed packed with things going on that I feel "American" again rather than living a more tranquila Spanish life.  It has it's pros and cons like anything else.  But for this moment, with my mom, it was a good thing.  Unfortunately between jetlag and dehydration from flying, it wasn't my best workout, but to do it with my mom made it worthwhile regardless.  We were at breakfast by 7 and ready to hit the road by 8.

This being the US, stores open (get this) before 10AM...yes, they are open all the time.  I still can't get over that sometimes even though that's how it's been for all my life except the last 2 1/2 years.  I guess it shows how much I've adjusted to the Spanish way of doing things.  Unfortunately not all stores are open first thing and the mall didn't actually open til 10.  But that's ok because I needed to go to Target anyways and Target, as we know, opens at the crack of dawn.

Ah Target, sweet Target... I've missed you so!!  By 8AM my mom and I were in the parking lot ready to go.  Bonus was that I got to drive there.  I drove back in March so it hasn't been that long but still long enough that it felt good to be behind the wheel.  But I digress... Target... it was a Super Target too.  So I got all my grocery shopping in and managed to get some other things as well such as the new Super Mario sheets and blankets for Aidan's new room in our new apartment.  And medicine for the kids, toothpaste (I can find every brand BUT Aquafresh in BCN and I'm particular on my toothpaste - can't help it!), a few t-shirts and much more. 

Hmmm... good thing I purchased another bag!

After spending a small fortune at Target we stopped back at the hotel and made our way over to, you guessed it, the Mall of America.  Seriously could I do more shopping???  You bet.  I was made for this place :)  We only had a little over 2 hours because my mom, in typical Ellen fashion, needed 3 hours to prep for the rehearsal dinner that night.  I still think I may be adopted because I'm way low maintenance by comparison.  But that's who she is and I love her for it.  We still got a good amount done by noon. 

While my mom and I shopped, Jay was out with Katie and my dad was on his own. I have no problem saying he was at Hooters which made me laugh.  I could care less that he was there but apparently Jay was a bit more sensitive about it.  He and I texted on where to meet for lunch and I told him to meet us there.  He then texted me to say he was at another restaurant down the way.  I made him come get us and I could tell he was less than thrilled and he told us to meet him down at the other place.  Ah Jay... he is who he is and I'm not going to change him now.  But I wish he'd lighten up a bit. 

I took my dad and Jay for lunch at Tony Roma's.  I made the mistake of ordering a combo appetizer.  Normally you get a little bit of a few different things.  But not at Tony Roma's.  You get A LOT of a few different things, as in full sized appetizers.  It was there that I realized just how much my eating habits have changed because I felt so ill afterwards.  But it was nice to catch up with Jay and my dad a bit though I feel like it was more Jay and I talking than my dad - I'll have to make sure he and I catch up more when I'm home next month! 

After lunch we all headed back to the hotel to get ready for the rehearsal dinner.  Like our lunch the day before, it was being held at Napa Valley.  I have to give them credit for a fabulous dinner - it was classy, the food was delicious and I think everyone was happy.  It was the first time I met Katie's family and this won't be the last time I say it, they were wonderful.  I've never felt so welcomed and they were just the lovliest people.  It doesn't surprise me because Katie is a super nice, lovely person that I adore.  So it makes sense her family would be too.  But I didn't meet a single person that I didn't like.  I also got a chance to catch up with 2 of Jay's friends from our school days, Ryan and Mike.  It's weird seeing them as adults as I'll always think of them as my little brother's friends.  And Ryan just had a baby which kind of blows my mind because how can he possibly be old enough?  Though I guess him being 34 would do it!!

My mom, me and my Aunt Joni who flew in for the festivities

My brother Jay and I

My new skinny mom!  I, on the other hand, look huge at this angle...

With dinner done by 9:30, it was back to the hotel and yet another night of sleeplessness...it's getting old this jetlag thing.  Once again, I was up in the middle of the night for the day, at least this time it was 3:30AM!

Besos,
Julie

Beam Me Home...

We really need to work on advancements in "beaming" technology.  It just seems ridiculous to be at the airport 2 hours before a flight and then for it to take sooooo long to get to your destination.  Wouldn't it be easier to just beam us to our location of choice?  Thursday morning 4am came too early. I didn't go to bed til 12 and in typical Julie fashion when I have to get up at a different time than the usual, I'm eyeing the clock every 20 mins. So I was actually up before the alarm and in the shower before 4 and out the door by 4:30 for my long journey back to the US for Jay's wedding. 

It took a bit to find a cab that early but I was off and running to the airport quick enough.  The airport was pretty uneventful and I was happy that our flight departed for Paris early with maybe 30 people on the entire flight - no wonder all these airlines are going broke!!  I've never been on a plane that empty before!

I tried to sleep on the first leg and at least was able to close my eyes and rest but all I could think about was the end game - being back in the US and being with my family that I haven't seen in 11 months. For all my complaints about life at home - it's rapid paced lifestyle, unhealthy food, lack of what I perceive as tolerance, etc, it's still home and always will be.

We landed early in Paris as well.  And when heading to the gate to my flight to Minnesota, I was thrilled to hear all this English all around me!!  One of the things that I always find interesting and almost difficult in a way is getting used to speaking in English all the time. Now of course all my friends in BCN speak English but I still have to function in Spanish - shops, doctors, taxis, and more recently movers, realtors, and so many more. Think about all of your interactions on a daily basis, no matter how small or inconsequential they may seem. Now do it in a foreign language. It's not as easy as you think. Especially the small talk.

So to be back home and speaking English almost feels weird to me. To go into a restaurant and place and order in English and even ask for substitutions is a special treat. To go into a store and not have to look up a translation of what it is I'm hunting for so I can ask the shop keeper if they carry an item. To be walking in a mall, a store, a hotel and hear English all around me. It's just surreal.

It also makes me think about what will happen when we move back home in 3 years. Will we just default back to English for everything?  Will 5 1/2 years of Spanish go down the drain in a matter of months?  How will we keep the kids from losing their linguistic skills?  All things to think about for the future. But for now I'm just happy to be able to say what I'm thinking rather than having to translate before I speak.

So anyways, in Paris airport could barely contain my excitement over all the Americans going to Minneapolis. At the same time there were stereotypical tacky tourists that give Americans a bad name and they stood out like a sore thumb. I try to stay away from them. Heck I tried to stay away from them even before I moved to Europe. Regardless though, it still made me feel that much closer to home and the excitement was overwhelming.

But I needed that excitement to get me through the next 9 hours on the long haul flight from Paris to Minneapolis.  Thankfully the headwinds weren't bad and our 9 hours turned into 8 1/2 - hey I'll take what I can get.  And the bonus was that on a full flight I ended up with an empty row so I got to at least stretch out.  I still had enough time for 2 movies, some book reading and the new Cosmo (which happens to be the sex issue... at least it was educational and entertaining!) as well as a little nap in there.  The flight, like the first leg, was easy peasy - no turbulance thank goodness!!!

The lack of turbulance was important to me for another reason though.  My mom was flying in at the same time as me and has had a huge fear of flying.  She has not been on a plane since I was 12 (do the math, it's a long time) and I knew that this flight was an integral part of getting her (and my dad) one step closer to coming to visit us in Barcelona.  If this flight could be just the most perfect flight, I might be able to get her to fly again.  So I couldn't have been happier that the majority of the flight (descent was a little shaky) was perfect.

I flew through customs and baggage claim to head out to the domestic baggage claim to meet my family.  I haven't seen my parents or brother since last June so I knew it would be emotional.  But my exhaustion suddenly took over my adreneline and even though it's not their fault that their flight got stuck waiting for a gate, I was definitely tapping my foot impatiently waiting waiting waiting.  That would be when jetlag/not enough sleep/feed me moodiness that struck.  I was able to keep it in check for the most part though, or at least I tried... if I didn't, I apologize.  Regardless, it was soooo good to see everyone and it was emotional teary hugs all around by the time they finally got to me.  Everyone looked fantastic, especially my mom who's lost some significant weight - she was as skinny as me!!!  My time away in Europe has definitely taught me to appreciate the time that I do have with my family since I don't get much of it any more.

We went to the car rental place and this is where the differences in Europe versus America started to show.  The car we had rented was too small for our baggage.  So the rental agency tried to upgrade us to a Suburban... you know, one of the biggest cars on the road...for a family of 4 with 4 suitcases total.  My dad was very close to going with it when Jay and I told him there was no need.  In the end we got the Explorer which was roomy and super nice...and still bigger than anything I've driven in the last few years even as a family of four. 

Our Ford Explorer...huge, typically American but comfy

As a comparison, this is what we drove in Switzerland/France/Germany this past December, still fit a family of 4 comfortably with luggage incuded.  Big difference!!

After finding our hotel we all had the hungry grumpies and so we went to grab lunch at Napa Valley Grille, also the home to the rehearsal dinner for the next night.  I immediately ordered an espresso martini both because it had been a long day and I felt the need for some caffine.  But really, I just wanted a drink.  I'm pretty much the only one in my family that drinks and somehow I feel that I need to defend that, not sure why, but I do. I'm by no means a heavy drinker and rarely drink at home with the exception of when we have company over or the occassional glass of wine when Josh makes us dinner.  Otherwise it's only when we go out and I do absolutely have a drink or two when we go out. 

It felt good to order from an American menu and it was even better since it was more of an upscale restaurant.  My crab cake, caesar salad and soup were fantastic and it felt so good to have some simple American goodness again :)  And yet keeping in check with myself to not overdo it given that it had been so long since I'd had food from home.  I'm pleased to say the whole time I was in MN, I was really good about my portion size (as we know, the US is famous for it's huge portions) and the types of food I was eating.  If anything, living in Europe has taught me healthier eating habits - I can still enjoy food but it doesn't have to be in huge portions. 

The restaurant was situated in the Mall of America.  Yup, pretty much the biggest mall in the world with over 400 stores.  After dinner we schmoozed around a little bit taking it all in.  The most impressive?  The amusement park situated right smack in the middle of the mall.  We're talking rollercoasters in the middle of the mall!  Also impressive?  The Lego store which I made sure to stop at for the boys - Liam is now the proud owner of a Ninjago alarm clock for his new room and a Ninjago costume while Aidan now has a new Lego Moleskine journal for all his stories and drawings.  And I think Aidan's future career has been set - I think he should be a designer/builder of these huge lego statues - amazing!!!

Me, mom and dad outside the Mall of America.  I think Jay was slightly mortified that I made him take this uber touristy picture of us :)

Ferris Wheel inside the Mall...

One of the rollercoasters in the mall

Some of the huge lego displays on top of the Lego store.  The transformer on the left is about 25 feet tall to give you some perspective.  The pictures don't do these justice.

Shopping day one - only 3 bags... but it's just the beginning :)

My family has never been known for being night owls.  So it was no surprise after a day of travel (I did want to slightly hurt them when they complained about the long day, but I let it go) that they were ready to head to their rooms at 6.  What?????  Who's going to entertain me?  And by entertain, I mean keep me company so that I don't fall asleep at 6:05?  Apparently no one.  And the jetlag claimed it's victim by 8PM no matter how much resistance I put up. 

Tomorrow, more shopping with mom and the rehearsal dinner... can't wait!!

Besos,

Julie

A Quick Jump Across the Pond

Tomorrow I hop on a plane at the crack of dawn...and by crack I mean it will still be dark out as my flight is at 6:50AM.  God help me when I land because I'm going to be a walking zombie.  But it will be worth it because tomorrow I will be heading to US soil for the first time in 11 months.

And not only am I heading to the States, but to my little brother's wedding.  However, it's just me going - the kids and Josh are staying here in Barcelona.  The wedding is being held in Minneapolis which is where my brother's fiancee is from - and so given my entire family is only heading out for 3 full days, I didn't think I could stomach two 13 hour flights with the kids on either end of such a short trip.  Not to mention it would have meant pulling them from school which I hesitate to do.  But it still won't be the same celebrating Jay and Katie's wedding without them.  Both kids called their Uncle Jay tonight though to wish him "happy wedding"... Aidan actually asked me if I could book a flight for him at the last minute - so cute but alas, a last minute flight to MN might set me back just a "little" bit...

However, it does mean some good, quality time with my parents and brother that I don't normally get when the kids are around.  I can't wait to just sit down and have a meal with them.  And shopping with my mom and of course, the wedding.  Sure it's going to be a whirlwind few days and the jetlag won't have even had time to sink in before it's time to head back to Barcelona.  But it's going to be worth it. 

This will be my first trip home where I'm not actually going home.  And while it's going to be a crazy few days, I'm curious to see how I feel being back on US soil but not being pulled in a million different directions trying to visit friends and family, fit in doctors appointments and of course, do our American shopping too.  Though I will be doing some American shopping, after all Mall of America is within spitting distance from our hotel... I might have a slight addiction to their website as I constantly cruise it for what shops I want to go to!!!! 

As much as I know the food at home isn't as healthy or preservative free as the food here is, I can't wait to sink my teeth into a good American steak.  Or a salad with all the fixings including, get this, dressing!! 

Of course I'm also excited to see Jay and Katie walking down the aisle and finally tying the knot - it's about time!!  They've been together since I was pregnant with Aidan so that's a pretty long time!  And I'm so glad that I get to be there to help them celebrate this day! 

I've still got packing to do and work to do before I can actually turn in but for some reason felt I needed to put up an entry about going home before I actually get there.  Maybe to reflect back on later.  The last few trips home I've been excited and yet ambivilent because I haven't known what to expect from our friends and knowing that I would be balancing a full schedule.  This time, I'm just excited because for the most part, I have very little on my plate for the next few days other than quality time with my family.  I hate the idea of being so far away from the kids (Josh and I can talk on the phone but the kids really won't) but I know they'll have a great time with Josh and somehow daddy makes everything look easy and I'll come back to a clean house, clean kids and even the homework will be done. 

I have no doubt I'll be posting from the US as I embark on my solo adventures across the pond!!

Besos,
Julie