<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:31:42.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen and Evan Travel Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-8843484913702920301</id><published>2009-07-23T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:42:40.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam + 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi9GlrgSDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jkxrD0hDEfQ/s1600-h/IMG_5539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi9GlrgSDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jkxrD0hDEfQ/s320/IMG_5539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361743277276022834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our biggest goal today was to just enjoy the city and find some souvenirs from our travels. We headed to a large market in the morning and spent a few hours exploring the endless line of tents. Which is typical of Amsterdam, where there are quite a few large market areas that cater to everyone from the tourist to the long time local. From there we moved on to a section of town we had been to just 5 or so weeks before. The street is lined with apartments, cafes, pubs, and lots of unique stores. Many that house anything from original artworks and designs to vintage clothing or even the perfect waffle maker or motorcycle. Most of our afternoon passed as we entered countless shops with friendly store owners that gave us a look in to there lifestyles and passions. Leaving the area with some great gifts and ways to remember our European vacation we headed back to the bed and breakfast to nibble on some leftovers. We had a pretty low key evening getting everything in order, snacking on some Dutch favorites like Stroopwafels and Gouda cheese. Looking out on the canal as our last night came to an end was quite surreal. It seems like we just left Illinois, yet it feels like our travels have taken us so many places. We said good night to Amsterdam and headed of to bed to some rest before our long day of travel back home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi9G7f17lI/AAAAAAAAAOE/P0oigk3TaZk/s1600-h/IMG_5565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi9G7f17lI/AAAAAAAAAOE/P0oigk3TaZk/s320/IMG_5565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361743283132690002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-8843484913702920301?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8843484913702920301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/amsterdam-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8843484913702920301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8843484913702920301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/amsterdam-2.html' title='Amsterdam + 2'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi9GlrgSDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/jkxrD0hDEfQ/s72-c/IMG_5539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-8420856898206801535</id><published>2009-07-23T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:41:43.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam Again + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi86SwFAuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/E1mTTyNgey8/s1600-h/IMG_5560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi86SwFAuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/E1mTTyNgey8/s320/IMG_5560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361743066036503266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided that our hotel was too far out to experience all that we knew Amsterdam had to offer, so we booked a new hotel in the center of town. We had some time to kill, as we were not supposed to check in until 2. We decided to use this time to get some blog posting's finished. After a few hours of work we hopped on a tram and headed inward. We followed our directions to our new hotel, noticing a few familiar sites along the way. We both remembered how much we liked Amsterdam as we lugged our stuff around the cobble stone streets and sidewalks. We finally arrived at our destination which was a small bed and breakfast. We shortly discovered their was no management at the property, as we rang the door bell and wrapped on the door numerous times. They had nice little benches by the canals, so I let Kristen site down as I went out to get us a quick bite to eat. I weaved in and out of the busy shopping streets trying to find a good lunch deal for take away. I finally found something decent and quickly headed back to the hotel, as this was the longest Kristen and I had been apart this whole trip. I got back to see our bags and Kristen were both gone. Before my heart could skip a beat, the door open and Kristen peeked her head out the door. The cleaning guy had let her in, so we sat on the couch and waited for the owner to come back from lunch. There was a night time clerk there who led us up stairs and had the cleaning guy get a room ready for us. We got our things into the room and were about to head out but then ran into the owner. He got us all set up and we were on our way back into the streets of Amsterdam. Since this was a bed and breakfast there was a fully operational kitchen at our disposal and I had been craving one of Kristen's delicious home made meals, we headed to a grocery store down the road. We picked the ingredients for a great meal and headed back in. We cooked up a feast and had plenty of left overs. We headed back upstairs and just hung out all night talking about our wonderful trip and how much fun we had. We fell asleep early watching some English Law and Order and got ready for a long day of shopping for tomorrow.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi86XUPlSI/AAAAAAAAANs/k7pe0tYjvl4/s1600-h/IMG_5528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi86XUPlSI/AAAAAAAAANs/k7pe0tYjvl4/s320/IMG_5528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361743067261932834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-8420856898206801535?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8420856898206801535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/amsterdam-again-1_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8420856898206801535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8420856898206801535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/amsterdam-again-1_23.html' title='Amsterdam Again + 1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi86SwFAuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/E1mTTyNgey8/s72-c/IMG_5560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-5279304199927484518</id><published>2009-07-23T12:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:40:39.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels Conclusion</title><content type='html'>**Click to enlarge...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi8qPGv8qI/AAAAAAAAANk/BuaCap1y1uc/s1600-h/montageTrial1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi8qPGv8qI/AAAAAAAAANk/BuaCap1y1uc/s320/montageTrial1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361742790179943074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-5279304199927484518?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5279304199927484518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/5279304199927484518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/5279304199927484518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels-conclusion.html' title='Brussels Conclusion'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi8qPGv8qI/AAAAAAAAANk/BuaCap1y1uc/s72-c/montageTrial1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-3832663295802666620</id><published>2009-07-23T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:39:25.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels +3 and Amsterdam Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi8TNQEqkI/AAAAAAAAANc/T36POC23Gyg/s1600-h/IMG_5506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi8TNQEqkI/AAAAAAAAANc/T36POC23Gyg/s320/IMG_5506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361742394545187394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday morning we met back up with Debbie, Andrew, Ashley and Michelle for breakfast. We loaded up on Belgium waffles of course! From there we walked the streets a bit to find a grocery store where we could find some treats to bring back home with us. After getting maybe just a bit too much chocolate we headed to the metro to go out to the east side of town. There we saw the arch of Brussels, it looked similar to the one in Berlin, but much larger.  We took some family photos and then we headed across town to the Atomium. Built in the late 1950's for the world exhibition in Brussels, you can't miss it, as these massive silver spheres stick out on the flat land. While we made our way closer for some photos we noticed a few people on top of the highest ball. It turns out that they were zip lining off the Atomium in to the tourist area. Looked a bit to crazy for us, especially a dark clouds approached.  We were all hearing our stomachs growl so we stopped in for some colas and paninis. The afternoon was coming to an end so we all headed back to the train station, Evan and I had to go our own way and head on to Amsterdam. We really enjoyed meeting up with everyone. It couldn't have worked out better as a perfect end to our trip. Just getting to chat and talk about all of our travels with some fellow Americans, let alone family was nice. Thanks again guys for meeting up with us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After our last train ride:( we arrived back in Amsterdam. As we took a tram out to our hotel we were both getting excited to be back. Just seeing the city again revitalized our energy. It seems like it had been so long since we were there, but we instantly remembered so much about the compact little city with its tiny streets, calm canals, and the unique building fronts. The fact that our trip was coming to an end started to set in but we were glad to be back in Amsterdam.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi8S6P_rsI/AAAAAAAAANU/XfJ1AZEcMCY/s1600-h/IMG_5481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi8S6P_rsI/AAAAAAAAANU/XfJ1AZEcMCY/s320/IMG_5481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361742389444587202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-3832663295802666620?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3832663295802666620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/amsterdam-again-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/3832663295802666620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/3832663295802666620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/amsterdam-again-1.html' title='Brussels +3 and Amsterdam Again'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi8TNQEqkI/AAAAAAAAANc/T36POC23Gyg/s72-c/IMG_5506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-8304667223015385246</id><published>2009-07-23T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:36:53.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels + 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi7v6G4O9I/AAAAAAAAANE/d_tLUpj3KbU/s1600-h/IMG_5427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi7v6G4O9I/AAAAAAAAANE/d_tLUpj3KbU/s320/IMG_5427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361741788110928850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had previously planned to meet a few other Calhounians on our trip to Belgium. Kristen's cousin Andrew and his girlfriend Ashley have been in Germany for six weeks, where Andrew had an internship. Kristen's aunt Debbie who was traveling with her sister Michelle had just arrived in Germany to visit with Andrew and Ashley. We thought what better place to meet up than Brussels. They were to arrive in Brussels by train at 10:30 so we thought we would welcome them at the station. Upon arriving at the station, we discovered there were no arrival display's, so we didn't know which track to wait at. We have only been able to contact them by way of Facebook, so calling them was out of the question. We waited at the main staircase of the station for about a half hour after their train was supposed to arrive. We circled the building numerous times looking for them, but no such luck. We didn't know if we had missed their arrival or if it was running late. We headed out towards the general direction of their hotel looking in shops along our way. We weaved in between the small streets looking for their hotel, but didn't have specific directions. We decided to try and find an internet cafe and get on Facebook to sort things out. We left them a message and came back to our hostel to regroup and whatnot. We checked Facebook once more and found that Andrew got our message and wanted us to meet him at 7. We finally had decent directions so we headed over to their hotel. We found their hotel not more than a few feet from where we were previously looking for it. It was a relief to see some familiar faces. It was such a relief, that we all sat down and talked for a good two and a half hours without noticing our stomachs were growling. Andrew, Ashley, Kristen and I all headed out for some dinner around the center of town. While looking for a place to eat we came upon a light show on the Grand Palace which was pretty nifty. I suddenly had an urge for Greek food since we had brought it up in conversation from our night in Strasbourg, so Andrew led us to the Greek food street. We found a few empty chairs,  ordered some food and beer and had a good time talking about our different experiences we all had while in Europe. Later we made our way down the street and ended up stopping in at a small pub where we had some homemade Belgian beer which was quite good. As we walked home from a great day, we made plans to meet up again in the morning to catch some sight seeing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi7wBsZPGI/AAAAAAAAANM/4P_D6D8IobY/s1600-h/IMG_5460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi7wBsZPGI/AAAAAAAAANM/4P_D6D8IobY/s320/IMG_5460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361741790147329122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-8304667223015385246?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8304667223015385246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels-3-and-amsterdam-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8304667223015385246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8304667223015385246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels-3-and-amsterdam-again.html' title='Brussels + 2'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi7v6G4O9I/AAAAAAAAANE/d_tLUpj3KbU/s72-c/IMG_5427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-1042136040157208626</id><published>2009-07-23T12:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:32:12.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France Conclusion</title><content type='html'>**Click to enlarge...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi6nG28T8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/uuEekNSVD40/s1600-h/montageTrial1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi6nG28T8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/uuEekNSVD40/s320/montageTrial1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361740537403297730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-1042136040157208626?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1042136040157208626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/1042136040157208626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/1042136040157208626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels-2.html' title='France Conclusion'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Smi6nG28T8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/uuEekNSVD40/s72-c/montageTrial1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-2291893193169970172</id><published>2009-07-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:20:50.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRTAZ051II/AAAAAAAAALU/UJ_Adjtw_fk/s1600-h/IMG_5407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRTAZ051II/AAAAAAAAALU/UJ_Adjtw_fk/s320/IMG_5407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360500722875618434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to try different sleeping arrangements for our second night in Brussels, hoping to get wi-fi access. We headed to the northern part of town to store our luggage before check-in, but our private room in the hostel was actually ready so we headed to our room. Although everything started out great we soon found out that the wireless in the hostel was not compatible with Macs so we were out of luck again. It has been harder for us in France and Belgium to get on the internet on our personal computer and in turn harder to stay in contact on Skype and upload to our blog. So, we apologize for the delays and the massive postings at once, we are just playing a little catch up. We spent most of the afternoon Friday walking the streets window shopping and staring at the walls of beer, waffles and chocolate that were around each corner. We had a local tip that it was better to get larger amounts of chocolate at supermarkets. They said that that is were people from Brussels shop to buy their own sweets and the specialty shops are mainly for tourists with much higher prices. They assured us that Belgium takes such pride in its chocolate that to have the phrase, "Made in Belgium," means that it has to pass strict codes that assure it is top notch. So we headed to the supermarket and got to try our first Belgium chocolates. We are addicted. They were all amazing, with the Dark chocolate and praline mix as my favorite. Having tried the sweets we felt we needed to try some of the beer that makes Belgium famous. We got a few bottles and sampled away. We found some winners but surprisingly we had one that neither of us could finish. It didn't really taste like beer, but it was interesting to try to say the least. We soon called it a night and headed to bed, we had a big day awaiting us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRTAgeDMHI/AAAAAAAAALc/pDEo-auv178/s1600-h/IMG_5452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRTAgeDMHI/AAAAAAAAALc/pDEo-auv178/s320/IMG_5452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360500724658810994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-2291893193169970172?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2291893193169970172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2291893193169970172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2291893193169970172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels-1.html' title='Brussels + 1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRTAZ051II/AAAAAAAAALU/UJ_Adjtw_fk/s72-c/IMG_5407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6621713282811588739</id><published>2009-07-20T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:19:28.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSr1XfpLI/AAAAAAAAALM/OOIpwTvW-YY/s1600-h/IMG_5516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSr1XfpLI/AAAAAAAAALM/OOIpwTvW-YY/s320/IMG_5516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360500369491207346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we were set to head to our final new country, Belgium. We luckily got reservations on the last open train from Paris to Brussels, though we did have a short layover in Lille, France.  In Lille, we had a quick lunch in the courtyard in front of the train station. After a short ride we arrived in Bruxelles, Brussel or Brussels (as we call it) and headed into town to check into our hotel. The country of Belgium is split in half with the north full of Flemish folk and the south, Wallonia, true to its French background. Brussels is basically in the middle and represents both sides. All of the street signs are in both French and Dutch. It was surprising to us how French everything seemed. I think in our heads we just imagined Brussels to look and sound a lot like the Netherlands and Germany. Since it was later in the evening when we got settled in and we weren't to familiar with the area we decided to finally see the version original (spoken English with both French and Dutch subtitles) of Harry Potter at a near by cinema. Glad that we went not only for the film, but the building itself was a fantastic piece of Art Deco architecture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSrfPzQ4I/AAAAAAAAALE/uOA-X6_HFqM/s1600-h/IMG_5449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSrfPzQ4I/AAAAAAAAALE/uOA-X6_HFqM/s320/IMG_5449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360500363553358722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6621713282811588739?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6621713282811588739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6621713282811588739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6621713282811588739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/brussels.html' title='Brussels'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSr1XfpLI/AAAAAAAAALM/OOIpwTvW-YY/s72-c/IMG_5516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6192247818623455656</id><published>2009-07-20T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:17:17.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris + 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSKWriJOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lzN4odoUwJE/s1600-h/IMG_5365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSKWriJOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lzN4odoUwJE/s320/IMG_5365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360499794318075106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a couple great days in Paris, we decided that we should enjoy one more there. Not being able to see the catacombs was kind of disappointing, so we made it a must for the day. We had to switch to a hotel that could accommodate our internet needs and we couldn't check in until 2, so we left our luggage at our previous hotel and made our way to the catacombs. When we finally arrived we were met by a line that wrapped around the block. We ended up waiting in line for close to two hours, but in the end it was worth it. The catacombs consisted of a tunnel system a mile and a half long, filled with piles of symmetrically stacked femurs and skull bones up to my chin. It seemed surreal, so much though that Kristen touched some of the bones, I however stood a good distance away content with just taking pictures. We meandered through the tunnels until we finally reached the end. After washing our hands vigorously, we stopped by a grocery store picking up a massive amount of cheese and bread and had a feast of a lifetime. We spent the rest of the afternoon getting caught up on blog entries and contacting our families since we finally had access to the internet. We really still wanted to see Harry Potter, so we researched some cinemas in the area and headed out. They were all still sold out, so we just wondered around and ended up heading back to the hotel on the metro. We did realize when we bought our tickets for the metro that we were using youth (under 10)  tickets the entire time which are 50% cheaper than the adult fare. Whoopsie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSKtk6lrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c_LXcL4nTv0/s1600-h/IMG_5383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSKtk6lrI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c_LXcL4nTv0/s320/IMG_5383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360499800464332466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6192247818623455656?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6192247818623455656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/paris-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6192247818623455656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6192247818623455656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/paris-2.html' title='Paris + 2'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRSKWriJOI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lzN4odoUwJE/s72-c/IMG_5365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6051934636866612079</id><published>2009-07-20T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:14:17.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRRbmWGvEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-bI3w0-7ly8/s1600-h/IMG_5246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRRbmWGvEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-bI3w0-7ly8/s320/IMG_5246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360498991069314114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We woke from our grocery store feast with some leftovers still in tact. We had a quick breakfast, planned out our day and headed out to see what Paris had to offer. We to took the tram into the center of Paris in hopes to see numerous sites. While trying to find the French Catacombs, large military vehicles zipped past us. Large groups of these officials made their way down the confusing streets of Paris waving as they went. We really didn't think anything of it, other than maybe France was being invaded. We arrived at the catacombs and read yet another disappointing sign hanging on the door. The catacombs were closed for the day in recognition of a holiday. We put two and two together and figured out it was Bastille day, which is celebrated similarly to our 4th of July. Many of the sites and restaurants were closed for the day, so we had a limited selection. We made our way to the Eiffel Tower and found a large group of people waiting in the park for an event of some sort. When we got closer to the Tower, we determined it was a concert, featuring the some famous French rocker, probably the equivalent to Bruce Springsteen judging from the fans and t-shirts. We took a few quick shots and continued down the road to the Arch de Triumpe. The roadway to the Arch de Triumpe is famous for shops and people watching. The road was blocked off for the most part due to a parade for later in the day. We walked for a while down this street weaving in between hundreds of people to our destination. We made it to Arch where we had to take a tunnel underneath the famed circle street around, you know the one Clark Griswold gets suck on in European Vacation. Upon exiting we were met by numerous tourists trying to take cleaver pictures in front of the giant monument. After getting a few photos ourselves we made our way back to the hotel on the metro. By this time we were starving and hadn't had any time to research good restaurants, so we asked the front desk. The front desk worker informed us of a little jewel down the street that he frequents. We headed down the street and found the restaurant deserted except for one server/bartender/cook. We made sure they were open and took a seat in the back. We quickly found out that her didn't speak a bit of English, as we asked him for some menus. He moved us up front to were the chalkboard menus were. We tried our best to decipher what we could, but the server knew we were having some difficulties. He quickly stepped in to aid us by using hand gestures and running to the back to show us what some of the dishes were. He was super helpful as he helped us pick out our food. We talked for a bit and before we knew it our food was on its way out. We unknowingly ordered steaks which came with three sides. It was all really good and after the meal the kind man gave us a complimentary glass of wine. We had a really good time and wished we could come back the next night but we had a new hotel booked on the other side of the city. We headed back to the hotel looking for something to do and read that the Paris movie scene was pretty good, with lots of interesting theaters, so we decided to check it out. We really wanted to see the new Harry Potter movie but didn't know if anything would be available due to it being opening night. We looked up a few cinemas who were showing English versions of it and headed out on the metro. We climbed the stairs out of the metro only to find a line wrapping around the building of the first cinema. Heading down the street, all of the other cinemas were the same deal. Even though Harry Potter was sold out everywhere, we still were looking for something to do, so we decided to see Public Enemies. It was a pretty nifty flick, and a pretty nifty day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRRbs6IqgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1XshDS6aepI/s1600-h/IMG_5229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRRbs6IqgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1XshDS6aepI/s320/IMG_5229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360498992831048194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6051934636866612079?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6051934636866612079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/paris-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6051934636866612079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6051934636866612079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/paris-1.html' title='Paris + 1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRRbmWGvEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-bI3w0-7ly8/s72-c/IMG_5246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-4215984791859409859</id><published>2009-07-20T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T04:11:28.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRQpcCv8mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xFYh1RTRB40/s1600-h/IMG_5183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRQpcCv8mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xFYh1RTRB40/s320/IMG_5183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360498129310315106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a not so exciting night in Mulhouse, we checked out and headed to the train station. We fueled up on coffee and croissants (a European delicacy) and mulled around the station for a bit. We figured there would maybe be a grocery store of some sort in the station, but there was none to be found. We bought some bakery type snack food for our five hour train ride to Paris, boarded the train and dug in for a long ride. When we went to make reservations for the train in Mulhouse, the trains we wanted were all booked, so we had to settle for an older train that took a little longer. When we talked to the ticket salesman he said that we didn't have to buy reservations, so we assumed that no one did. We discovered that was a false presumption when we were softly awoken on the train by an Asian man with a kind smile that kept repeating "skuzie". We had to move to another seat because he had booked a reservation for our seat. We moved back a car for the rest of our ride, eating our scheduled snacks Kristen had planned for us by the hour. We arrived in Paris, quickly mixing in with the hoards of people. We made our way further into the station, seeing a few French military guards walking around with machine guns (they meant business). We bought some tram tickets and quickly found our way to our hotel for the evening. Our five hour train ride really drained us, so we decided tonight would be a grocery store meal night. We bought a feast along with some box wine, (which is significantly better and cheaper than American box wine) and ate until our hearts were content.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRQpo9NuQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9gH9mdqEDI4/s1600-h/IMG_5193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRQpo9NuQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9gH9mdqEDI4/s320/IMG_5193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360498132776761602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-4215984791859409859?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4215984791859409859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4215984791859409859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4215984791859409859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/paris.html' title='Paris'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRQpcCv8mI/AAAAAAAAAKU/xFYh1RTRB40/s72-c/IMG_5183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-1554196887226679164</id><published>2009-07-20T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:45:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switzerland conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRKogBrnnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qPITpDI33iQ/s1600-h/switzerlandMontage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRKogBrnnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qPITpDI33iQ/s320/switzerlandMontage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360491516129943154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;** click to enlarge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-1554196887226679164?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1554196887226679164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/switzerland-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/1554196887226679164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/1554196887226679164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/switzerland-conclusion.html' title='Switzerland conclusion'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRKogBrnnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qPITpDI33iQ/s72-c/switzerlandMontage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-2562724886626939409</id><published>2009-07-20T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T03:45:17.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRKQiIlpnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EyBQbQMmgCw/s1600-h/italyMontage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRKQiIlpnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EyBQbQMmgCw/s320/italyMontage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360491104378922610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**click to enlarge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-2562724886626939409?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2562724886626939409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/italy-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2562724886626939409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2562724886626939409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/italy-conclusion.html' title='Italy conclusion'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SmRKQiIlpnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EyBQbQMmgCw/s72-c/italyMontage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6463408780812871684</id><published>2009-07-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:02:58.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well. We just wanted to let you know that we have been away from the internet for a while, so we are playing catch-up with our posts. Here are four new ones and there will be more to come. We love to hear all of your comments. Hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6463408780812871684?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6463408780812871684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6463408780812871684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6463408780812871684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-7531194031784479562</id><published>2009-07-15T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T09:00:23.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France - Alsace Region</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3868CH6-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aiWVvy7Eb0c/s1600-h/IMG_5214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3868CH6-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aiWVvy7Eb0c/s320/IMG_5214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358717221118405602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way through Alsace we planned a day trip to a small town named Colmar. We took a short train ride there from Strasbourg and quickly set out to view the town. Here we walked the around and witnessed the old untouched cobble stone streets and German/French style buildings. We kept our eyes peeled for anywhere we would see the name Eberlin (as it originates from this area), but were not lucky enough. We did however see quite a few Simons! After an afternoon of walking the streets of Colmar, we boarded a train to Mulhouse where we had booked a hotel for just a stayover on our way to Paris. We arrived in Mulhouse after a short train ride and made our way down the street to our hotel. Since it was Sunday, the streets of Mulhouse were dead. There were very few stores and restaurants still open. We checked in and made our way up to our room. It resembled a hospital room, and had a bathtub instead of a shower. There was a removable shower head however, but was only 8 inches above the bathtub. We set out through the town to try and find something to eat. While walking though the town we saw a street market in the distance. We thought there way be food, so we headed in that direction. This market ended up being a peddlers market, which consisted of cheesy clothes and rip off designer shoes. We made our way through the endless street tents and masses of people, finally making it to the end. We turned the corner and headed back towards the hotel. When turning off of the market street we were unaware that someone had thrown a large firecracker on the sidewalk. Unknowingly, we walked about 3 feet away from it when went off. It scared the living daylights out of us. We finally got a bite to eat, got back to our hotel and chatted with our family online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl386trmnsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zdARZTZFf7c/s1600-h/IMG_5184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl386trmnsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zdARZTZFf7c/s320/IMG_5184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358717217265852098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-7531194031784479562?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7531194031784479562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/france-alsace-region.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/7531194031784479562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/7531194031784479562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/france-alsace-region.html' title='France - Alsace Region'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3868CH6-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/aiWVvy7Eb0c/s72-c/IMG_5214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-393176070698498667</id><published>2009-07-15T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:58:50.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switzerland - Zurich &amp; France - Strasbourg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl38jyqJKXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UTJVkiqPNcc/s1600-h/IMG_5163+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl38jyqJKXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UTJVkiqPNcc/s320/IMG_5163+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358716823464913266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we checked out of our hotel we headed to the train station. Today we would be heading into France, but with one more stop in Switzerland. We rode to Zurich where we planned on scoping out the city for the afternoon. We walked the main street, were all of the high-end shops line the spotless walkways. It was a popular time to be strolling as it was Saturday and it seemed as if most of Zurich wanted to be by the lake. For lunch we picked up some picnicking supplies, lots of Switzerland cheese, and headed to the lake front. There we casually snacked as we fed the ducks and swans along with the other residents of Zurich. When we get back from the trip we are going to have to look up some of the interesting species we were giving lunch.&lt;br /&gt;As the evening set in we took a train up the eastern boarder of France. We had a quick layover in Basel and the headed in to the Alsace region. Our destination was Strasbourg, the largest of the cities in Alsace. We wanted to spend some time in this area because that is from were the Eberlin family originated. The region is a little like a time warp because both Germany and France laid claim to it and it has been a part of both countries throughout the years, this was its protector during many of the battles of WWII as neither side wanted to destroy the land. On the train Evan and I had a bit of deja vu as we looked out on the countryside. Looking at the land it had an eerie resemblance to Calhoun, the rolling hills, farms and trees made us feel back at home. When we arrived at Strasbourg, a fairly large city, we got checked into our hostel. This one had a shower in the room, quite literally as it was only separated from the room with a small curtain. It was getting pretty late and we wanted to eat before everywhere closed, so we headed out into the town. While walking down a small side ally we found this little, bright and freshly decorated restaurant that was hiding in a corner. This turned out to be one of our more interesting dining experiences. Shortly after sitting down we discovered only the owner could speak a little English and he came over to help us order. Usually we do fine on our own, even with a foreign menu, since neither of us is very picky. Only this menu was hand written on a chalkboard and we had no idea where to begin. The owner, who was very patient and kind, explained that it was veggie or fish only and guided us through the few choices. I went for the Vegetarian special and Evan for a salad of orange and fish. When our meals arrived we were very happy with our food. I had food staples prepared in ways I have never tried before and Evan got to eat Swordfish for the first time. All of the details of the meal were great and we were very pleased with our Alsace experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl38kXbJLiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jYzk2qBHVTU/s1600-h/IMG_5177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl38kXbJLiI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jYzk2qBHVTU/s320/IMG_5177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358716833334111778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-393176070698498667?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/393176070698498667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/switzerland-zurich-france-strasbourg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/393176070698498667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/393176070698498667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/switzerland-zurich-france-strasbourg.html' title='Switzerland - Zurich &amp; France - Strasbourg'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl38jyqJKXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/UTJVkiqPNcc/s72-c/IMG_5163+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-8552515357460890545</id><published>2009-07-15T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:14:01.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genève + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3kFUu6XlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jasdDr-88-g/s1600-h/IMG_5115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3kFUu6XlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jasdDr-88-g/s320/IMG_5115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358689911756709458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After walking around the city the previous night, we really wanted to enjoy the atmosphere Genève (Geneva) had to offer. The hostel we stayed at gave us free public travel tickets for the two days we were there, so we took advantage of that. We walked around the lake early in the morning eating some breakfast and headed to the water taxis that cross the lake. We took the public transport boat to old town and had a look around. While wondering though the streets of old town we came upon a chocolateteria. This was your standard Swiss chocolate shop that housed hundreds of different chocolate goodies. We browsed at bit and made our selection. When we paid for our items, the cashier offered us a sample of their specials for the day. I ate mine fairly quickly and looked towards Kristen who bounced her chocolate off of her lips and it hit the floor. She quickly picked it up and the cashier offered her another and holding his hand out to throw the slobbery one away. She made the next one in her mouth and we headed out to a court yard to enjoy our snacks. We toured old town some more looking though some shops and just checking out the culture. It was close to two so we headed back to our hostel to re-check into a private room. After getting changed, we headed back out towards the lake, grabbing some wine and beer as we went. The lake had a "public bath" which was just a dock area jutting out into the lake where people would layout, have lunch, take a nap, swim, splash and whatnot. We relaxed in the sun dangling our feet into the 58 degree water. Various people were taking laps out in the lake like it was nothing.  We finally built up enough courage to take the plunge, and it was COLD! The lake water was so cold that it was numbing and as soon as you got out and into the sun you instantly dried. It was a strange feeling. After jumping into the freezing water a few more times we made our way back to the hostel to change. We got ready and made our way out across the street from our hostel to grab couple quick pizza, the cheapest sit down option in Genève. The server gave us our all french menus which we tried our best to decipher. We ordered a couple pizzas that had toppings that we could read for the most part. They both had a mystery ingredient that we couldn't read, but we thought we would take the chance. When our pizzas arrived my pizza consisted of ham, mushroom, olive and an over easy egg in the middle. Kristen's pizza consisted of mushroom, artichoke, olives and tuna fish. It turned out those mystery ingredients, the egg and tuna, were quite the surprise. They didn't look that appetizing, but they were really good believe it or not and we quickly cleaned our plates.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3kFjy7gvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1YnUIt7td_c/s1600-h/IMG_5157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3kFjy7gvI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1YnUIt7td_c/s320/IMG_5157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358689915800093426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-8552515357460890545?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8552515357460890545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/geneve-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8552515357460890545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8552515357460890545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/geneve-1.html' title='Genève + 1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3kFUu6XlI/AAAAAAAAAJU/jasdDr-88-g/s72-c/IMG_5115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6051005930843040810</id><published>2009-07-15T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:09:55.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switzerland - Bern and Genève</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3jAhh46RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_w764n0FIFM/s1600-h/IMG_5098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3jAhh46RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_w764n0FIFM/s320/IMG_5098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358688729780775186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Early in the morning, the train arrived in Bern, Switzerland. To really wake up and rid ourselves from our uncomfortable night on the train we headed to the river and took a long stroll along the banks. The fresh air and cool breeze from the clear light blue-green water shook the sleep from us and got our day started. We got to see the town's public bath, the swimming pool, that was a part of the alpine river and we walked the old town streets where waterways cut through the sidewalks and roads. After a while we headed to a bakery and stocked up on some snacking food. By that time the city's Munster (cathedral) was open and we checked out the Gothic building. Here it was possible to climb the church's tower. From the top we could see the Swiss Alps in the distance in 3 directions. The view was also a great way to look out on the colorful roofs and streets of Bern. On our decent we peeked in a door and found the church's bell towers, just in time for them to start to ring, making our bodies shake as we navigated down the stairs. For being afraid of heights, Ev did pretty good with the climb. It was strange, though, I think he was more nervous at the top of the tower than when we on top of the mountain near Berchtsgaden. As the afternoon moved on we saw famous Bern sites like the 'ogre eating children' statue and a bear pit with no bears. We also took quite a few photos of some great Swiss designed posters.&lt;br /&gt;We boarded our train in the late afternoon and headed to Genève (Genèva), Switzerland. The train ride was a scenic one as we passed along the Alps and most of the route looked out on Lake Genève, the largest Alpine lake in Europe. When we arrived we quickly noticed the differences of the town compared to Bern, which reminded us of small German towns. Genève was a larger city known for its international feel, with a much larger French influence than Bern. For a larger city, though, the streets were spotless and the people friendly. Our sleeping arrangements for the night were a bit different than normal. In our hostel we were to sleep in a 3-bed dorm.  A little nervous for who our other roommate was going to be, we were prepared to lock up all of our things and sleep with one I open. It all turned out just fine though, the girl staying with us was a small Korean in her early twenties that was completely harmless. Contrary to the way most of us back home think of hostels, they have treated us both really well. Our rooms in hostels have all be clean, the staff helpful, the prices low and we have even received little perks like those city transport cards or advice on sights and events. That night we spent some time exploring the city and got to try a few new beers from countries not on our list of travels, our favorite of the night was from Poland.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3jARdQCwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LP4tKlHBqjA/s1600-h/IMG_5042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3jARdQCwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/LP4tKlHBqjA/s320/IMG_5042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358688725466352386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6051005930843040810?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6051005930843040810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/switzerland-bern-and-geneve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6051005930843040810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6051005930843040810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/switzerland-bern-and-geneve.html' title='Switzerland - Bern and Genève'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sl3jAhh46RI/AAAAAAAAAJM/_w764n0FIFM/s72-c/IMG_5098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-8813962319897688499</id><published>2009-07-12T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:50:11.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roma + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SloGDyEOK6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZuHXhc03sHY/s1600-h/IMG_4973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SloGDyEOK6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZuHXhc03sHY/s320/IMG_4973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357601368759479202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After awaking from a great red wine induced night of sleep, we had to check out of our hotel. We made our way down the street to the metro, bought a ticket and were off to the main train station. Our goal was to drop off our luggage in a locker and head to the Colosseum and Palatine Hill. When we arrived at the train station there were only luggage drop off points which I didn't trust. After waiting in line and talking it out we decided against luggage drop off and we headed out with our stuff. We boarded the metro and headed to the Colosseum stop. Upon arriving we walked out to a massive Colosseum only a few hundred feet across the street. We made our way around the giant structure and decided we would come to that last. Our real goal was to see Palatine Hill. We made our way in that direction being hassled by street peddlers trying to sell multi-colored sunglasses and umbrellas. When we arrived at the gate there was a sign hanging that said it was closed due to security issues. We later found out that the security issues were due to the G8 summit happening a few streets down. Kristen and I were pretty disappointed. After being denied access we walked around the gate housing Palatine Hill, taking pictures through the metal bars. We then made our way back to the Colosseum and decided against going in. After getting a few pictures, we made our way into town on foot to grab a bite to eat. After eating we wandered around on foot looking at a few different places of interest and then made our way back to the main train station. We got to the train station and got some work done. While writing in our travel journal, an old woman, who Kristen warned me about previously, came up to our table. She was a small Italian woman who was wearing a very open lacy shirt with no bra and started ranting in Italian. We tried to cut in numerous times saying that we only spoke English, but she didn't stop once. We sat there and let her finish not knowing anything she just said and she was on her way. It was interesting. It was finally time to board our night train so we headed to our platform and joined about 200 young Korean travelers. We found our car and met our roommates for the night, a young Australian couple and two young Korean boys. We previously reserved the top two bunks so we could talk to each other, this wasn't the best idea. The train was hot from sitting in the sun, so the top bunks were unbearable. We couldn't deal with the profuse sweating and stuffy air, so we had to find another car. We spent about and hour in there and then an hour in the hallway, trying to get a little sleep. After a bit we went in and toughed it out, which was pretty difficult, but it got cooler around 2 a.m. or so. That's when we finally got some sleep. We awoke to the train attendant letting us know we were close to our next destination Bern, Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SloGEN_35CI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OJy0UztW6Qg/s1600-h/IMG_5014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SloGEN_35CI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OJy0UztW6Qg/s320/IMG_5014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357601376257434658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-8813962319897688499?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8813962319897688499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/roma-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8813962319897688499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8813962319897688499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/roma-1.html' title='Roma + 1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SloGDyEOK6I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ZuHXhc03sHY/s72-c/IMG_4973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-4818169510875347226</id><published>2009-07-10T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:23:34.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SldAu5mhvZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dYB36dKr5C4/s1600-h/IMG_4928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SldAu5mhvZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dYB36dKr5C4/s320/IMG_4928.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356821456261070226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rising with our semi-healed skin, we decided we now could handle the train ride to Roma (Rome.) After checking out we boarded another water bus and chugged around Venice before boarding the train. The line we were on had brand new passenger cars, but unfortunately our adapter wouldn't work with the plug-ins on the train. Usually we use the long train rides to catch up on our blog and work for back home.  As always it all worked out though, because our route took us through the heart of Tuscany. Giving us hours of scenery while passing through Bologna, Firenze (Florence) and all of the hills, valleys and vineyards in between. When we arrived in Roma we had to go through quite a bit to find the best way to our hotel. A few hours later and a couple metro stops left us within walking distance of our place. Those few hours were very exhausting. The main train station was crowded, hot and not at all easy to navigate. We did manage to pick up some groceries on the way and made a convenient supper in our room and the whole process left us better prepared for our travels throughout the city the next day.&lt;br /&gt;After a good night's rest we head to West Roma and entered the Vatican City. There we spent a good few hours touring the museums that held everything from ancient Roman busts to Egyptian statues and even works of Raphael, Leonardo de Vinci , and Michelangelo. Our walk through the maze of rooms ended with the famed Sistine Chapel. We were both overwhelmed by the amount of history around us, trying to take photos of everything that interested us such as old illuminated manuscripts and Roman statues with unique characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;From the museums we headed around the bend to St. Peter's Basilica. Which in itself was like touring another museum. We looked out from the front gates at the obelisk that stands in the middle of the courtyard, made our way in front of Michelangelo's "Pieta" and wandered around the columns and statues that adorned the walls even catching a glimpse of the colorfully uniformed Papal Swiss Guards.&lt;br /&gt;As the afternoon came to an end we headed back across town stopping at the Pantheon, with it's 2,000 year old columns that sit in the middle of a busy town square, and the Trevi Fountain, where we through coins over our backs to ensure another visit to Roma. This day was the most historically exciting visit we have had on our trip and well worth the crowds and heat of the city. To end the exhausting day we found a small pizzeria near our hotel, which turned out to be one of the best restaurant we have been to. Our pizzas cooked with fresh veggies as the waiter sang along to 90's American pop songs in the back. We had house wine that was practically free and ate our fill as we reminisced about the trip so far.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SldAuqKE-WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hezcvr_E0-w/s1600-h/IMG_4885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SldAuqKE-WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Hezcvr_E0-w/s320/IMG_4885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356821452115212642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-4818169510875347226?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4818169510875347226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/roma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4818169510875347226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4818169510875347226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/roma.html' title='Roma'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SldAu5mhvZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dYB36dKr5C4/s72-c/IMG_4928.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-7186102913626456410</id><published>2009-07-09T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:04:52.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bavarian Alps Conclusion</title><content type='html'>Here is a photo montage of the Bavarian Alps. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlZpScmQ47I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cM-kkkLApRE/s1600-h/montageAlps4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlZpScmQ47I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cM-kkkLApRE/s320/montageAlps4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356584572439028658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-7186102913626456410?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7186102913626456410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/bavarian-alps-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/7186102913626456410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/7186102913626456410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/bavarian-alps-conclusion.html' title='The Bavarian Alps Conclusion'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlZpScmQ47I/AAAAAAAAAHc/cM-kkkLApRE/s72-c/montageAlps4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-3165109131231085368</id><published>2009-07-08T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:31:00.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezia +1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRnGZ-03eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2qYFAyrV6xw/s1600-h/IMG_4778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRnGZ-03eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2qYFAyrV6xw/s320/IMG_4778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356019216601636322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There wasn't much to this day, as it was strictly reserved for sunburn recovery. We hadn't planned to stay an extra day in Venice, but we both agreed that a 5 hour train ride with a severe sunburn wasn't going to be fun. Since both of our pale Illinois bodies had yet to see any sun, we inevitably burned to a crisp. We spent the day popping Aspirin, and lathering ourselves in expensive aloe creams. We did however manage to make it outside a couple times. Once in the afternoon to stop by a grocery store, where we bought a cheap meal and box wine (which wasn't too bad since we're in Italy I guess). The other was for dinner which was at a nice little place where we ate inside, because we weren't taking anymore chances with the sun even if it was dusk. We had some more authentic pizza's and some great red house wine. Our vacation to our vacation was over and next on the list was Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRnGgFlY6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/aRcFNHKvoRk/s1600-h/IMG_4758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRnGgFlY6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/aRcFNHKvoRk/s320/IMG_4758.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356019218240594850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-3165109131231085368?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3165109131231085368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/venezia-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/3165109131231085368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/3165109131231085368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/venezia-1.html' title='Venezia +1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRnGZ-03eI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2qYFAyrV6xw/s72-c/IMG_4778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6732873101628970650</id><published>2009-07-08T02:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:27:06.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Venezia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRmC9znbAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TJEX__HCLz4/s1600-h/IMG_4759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRmC9znbAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TJEX__HCLz4/s320/IMG_4759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356018057987189762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Escaping from our Innsbruck experience we arrived in Venezia (Venice) in the early evening. The actual city is composed of over a hundred fairly small islands clustered so close that the space in between the land makes up the canal system. This means that most of the canals run in wavering directions, nothing like the grid waterways that are in Amsterdam, making it very hard to navigate. The hotel we had booked was actually on one of the islands, Lido,  that had a few hundred meters of water (a lagoon) between it and the rest of the city. So one side of this skinny island faced the city and one side faced the Adriatic Sea. The beaches that are on the sea side is why we wanted to stay here, we were in need of some relaxation days. Anyways, back to our arrival, when we exited the train station we found a ticket stand and got one way passes for ourselves and luggage aboard the main form of transportation here, a vaporetto, or water bus. There were a lot of buses boarding and leaving from the same dock, so we looked for our route and joined the crowd. On our way around the canals, very few cars were to be seen, all of the "taxis" were small boats. Since the ride had go throughout the city, then out across the lagoon, we were on the water bus for about 45 minutes and it turned out to be a good overall tour of Venezia. Once we landed in Lido, we looked up and our hotel was right in front of us. After checking in we were both quite exhausted so we grabbed a quick bit at a close pizzeria and headed off to bed. The next morning is what we had been waiting for and when we had gotten our hotel Italian breakfast (which is very similar to the rest of Europe-only more sweets) we headed across the island towards the beaches. Lido is a long island with 10 miles or so of beach front, but from one side of the island to the other in width it was a quick walk, only about a 1/2 mile. With 10 miles of beach front we had quite a few decisions on where we wanted to go, most of the beaches are private, though, a few are public. We had picked up a couple straw mats to layout on and we headed to the nearest public beach. The main difference we found with the private beaches is that no one was actual on the sand. Lounge chairs, couches and even beds, with a hefty cost to use, lined the private beaches. The public ones were free to enter and surprisingly not that crowded. We found a spot on the sand, which was the hottest sand I had ever felt, and spent the day relaxing in the sun. We spent quite a bit of time in the refreshing water also. Which was beautiful to look out upon, the water was calm compared to what we see in the ocean or gulfs back home.  Only a few tiny waves lapped onto the beach. It was also strange to look away from the water and only see trees and parks instead of hotels and condos, which weren't allowed along the sea front. The beach was great although we left with something extra, two terrible sunburns!! As the afternoon wrapped up we headed back to the hotel to clean up and then headed out to a modern little Italian bar and cafe. Where we had homemade lasagna and pizza, and of course we had to end the night with some creamy gelato. It was a fantastic way to spend the 4th of July!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRmDMRSpuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qDiZa0ZD_mc/s1600-h/IMG_4779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRmDMRSpuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qDiZa0ZD_mc/s320/IMG_4779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356018061869754082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6732873101628970650?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6732873101628970650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/venezia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6732873101628970650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6732873101628970650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/venezia.html' title='Venezia'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlRmC9znbAI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TJEX__HCLz4/s72-c/IMG_4759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6942413060354970024</id><published>2009-07-05T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:40:20.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innsbruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdrBS520I/AAAAAAAAAG0/TpN94qipTlM/s1600-h/IMG_4735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdrBS520I/AAAAAAAAAG0/TpN94qipTlM/s320/IMG_4735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355094056839535426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had sketched out our directions to the hotel, but had soon realized that we didn't need them when we discovered the street signs leading to it. Going into this hotel, we knew that it didn't have a high rating on the internet, but it was the only place we could fine with rooms open, that should have told us something was up. When we arrived, we were greeted by a tall toothless man who spoke spotty english. He explained to us when breakfast was and where the bathroom and toilet were in the building. When we asked about connecting to the internet, he looked down and started pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. Mumbling in a mixture of German and English, his final response was "it's good sometimes, and not good sometimes". Kristen and I looked at each other and then back to him and he repeated his previous spiel. We went ahead and just accepted the fact he wasn't going to give us the password and made our way upstairs. After fiddling with the difficult lock to our room door, we finally got inside. We swung the door open to find a very drab room that contained three dingy sleeping areas and some hand me down towels by a dirty sink. We weren't ready to give up on it yet, all we needed was a place to sleep and shower, so we headed to check out the bathrooms. When we opened the door to the toilet, we saw what I continually refereed to as the "serial killer toilet". The room was about three feet wide by twenty feet long, with the toilet at the very end. The toilet was a famed german "shelf toilet", use your imagination, and about half way in the room was the dirty sink with yet another hand me down towel. Disappointed, we headed to the shower room. On the outside of the door was a sign that ironically said the word "bad", which is the german word for bath. We opened the door to find the most disgusting, hair crusted shower we have ever seen. The shower was the deciding factor that we could not stay here the scheduled 2 nights so we headed downstairs and let the innkeeper know we would be leaving in the morning and headed out to get some food to get our minds off of the hotel. We ate supermarket sandwiches and listened to a concert that was going on down the street. The next morning we awoke without much sleep. We packed up and checked out. Before our train left that afternoon, we decided to walk around and give Innsbruck a chance. We walked the pedestrian only streets admiring the architecture. All in all, I think we had seen all that Snakes Bend had to offer. We then headed to our next destination which was Venice, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdqpIuQHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CP0cTFvhALA/s1600-h/IMG_4734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdqpIuQHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/CP0cTFvhALA/s320/IMG_4734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355094050354380914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6942413060354970024?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6942413060354970024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/innsbruck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6942413060354970024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6942413060354970024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/innsbruck.html' title='Innsbruck'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdrBS520I/AAAAAAAAAG0/TpN94qipTlM/s72-c/IMG_4735.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-2597810527299685512</id><published>2009-07-05T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:38:42.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salzburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdPfRRn_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/eX7A7YMaYPs/s1600-h/IMG_4695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdPfRRn_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/eX7A7YMaYPs/s320/IMG_4695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355093583849431026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived at the quiet little Austrian town late in the evening. Quickly found our hotel and checked in. Though this hotel was more of just renovated rooms in a large house. It was the only thing we could find open when we booked the day before and it worked out quite nice. We got a little spoiled with a fancy bathroom which played music and a balcony. So after a good nights sleep, we picked up some food essentials and decided to eat in one of the numerous parks in Salzburg. From there we walked to the Altstadt, or old town, which I am sure you have heard us talk about before because all of the German and Austrian towns have them. In the Altstadt we found an impressive church, cobble stone streets and the coolest cemetery we have ever seen. The whole town of Salzburg kind of seemed like we were in a daze. The town is quite small a little over one hundred thousand people and as we roamed the streets, it seemed like all the residents had jobs that catered to the tourists that came to town whether the were street performers, vendors, or shop owners. The town itself is built into a high bluff and we decided to climb up the old city walls to get a better view. There was a lift, but we decided to man it up and decided to take the stair which turned out to be a trail with thousands of steps. It was worth it though because the view was amazing. After our slow decent, we headed to the train station, where we boarded an afternoon train to Innsbruck, which turned out to be quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdPHSxEtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ODvOJrVXfQA/s1600-h/IMG_4722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdPHSxEtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ODvOJrVXfQA/s320/IMG_4722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355093577413235410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-2597810527299685512?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2597810527299685512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/salzburg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2597810527299685512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2597810527299685512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/salzburg.html' title='Salzburg'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlEdPfRRn_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/eX7A7YMaYPs/s72-c/IMG_4695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6528831467430295040</id><published>2009-07-05T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:28:20.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bavarian Alps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlBjv6Bhk1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2gWeep7GMfQ/s1600-h/IMG_4621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlBjv6Bhk1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2gWeep7GMfQ/s320/IMG_4621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354889631624172370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our time in Munchen, we made our way to Austria. Before we actually crossed the boarder into Austria though, we had to stop by the famed Eagles Nest. The Eagles Nest was a 50th birthday present to Adolf Hitler which was rarely used. After exiting the train, we made our way to the bus station where we had to board a bus to Dokumentation (we weren't sure if this was an actual place or a area to take photos). Regardless, we made our way to Dokumentation and we were to board a second bus that would take us to the top of a mountain where the Eagles Nest resides. Among the several stop on the way to Dokumentation, the bus came upon a very slow driving old couple. The bus driver blared the horns and thought the car was going to speed up. The car did not speed up however, and the bus driver was forced to hit the brakes at the last second rear ending the slow vehicle. The angry bus driver started screaming what could only be curse words in german at the vehicle. He flagged the car down and had a few choice words with them and we were on our way again. We then arrived at Dokumentation which was just that a documentation of the near by town of Obersalzberg, where many Nazi officials had homes. The ride up the mountain was magnificent. The bus rounded corners that came inches away from falling into the deep depths of a valley. The bus driver had to have nerves of steel. We meandered through tunnels and on sharp corners; around every corner was a photo opportunity. When we finally arrived at the top the parked the buses and we got off. We stared in amazement at the view and headed into a dark tunnel where there was an elevator to the Eagles Nest. We waited in line for our turn and a large, german, man signaled us in and he didn't stop with us. He packed as many people into that elevator as humanly possible so much though that my fear of tight spaces was trumped by the severe b.o. of 30 sweaty tourists who just arrived from a hot bus. When we finally exited the sardine can, we made our way outside and we were awe struck. The views from on top of this mountain were unbelievable. No photo could even come close to this experience. We made our way further and further up, following paths to climb on top of large boulders, paths that snake around cliff edges and paths that go through tunnels. There was a photo op around every corner. We really thought that the Eagles Nest was going to be a tourist trap. It had its touristy things, but for the most part it was fabulous and if you ever have the chance, go for it. After a bit of exploring up there, we had to make our way back down to meet our departing bus. We could either take the elevator which was already lined out the door, or we could take the 20 min. walk down. We decided to make the walk but we only had 15 min. until our bus left, so we had to run it. It was a pretty easy jog down, but it was in pants and a dark shirt so profuse sweating ensued. We made our way back to the train station and on to our next destination Salzburg, Austria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlBjv57B-RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_VS6n40Kx7w/s1600-h/IMG_4624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlBjv57B-RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_VS6n40Kx7w/s320/IMG_4624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354889631596935442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6528831467430295040?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6528831467430295040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/bavarian-alps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6528831467430295040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6528831467430295040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/bavarian-alps.html' title='The Bavarian Alps'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlBjv6Bhk1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2gWeep7GMfQ/s72-c/IMG_4621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-4003467146383147358</id><published>2009-07-05T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T01:25:01.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>München conclusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlBjVVypMHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aqS2X8uIYI4/s1600-h/munchenMontage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlBjVVypMHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aqS2X8uIYI4/s320/munchenMontage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354889175221481586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an array of our München experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-4003467146383147358?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4003467146383147358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/munchen-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4003467146383147358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4003467146383147358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/munchen-conclusion.html' title='München conclusion'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SlBjVVypMHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/aqS2X8uIYI4/s72-c/munchenMontage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6333040038286659915</id><published>2009-07-04T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:24:19.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin (conclusion)</title><content type='html'>Here is an array of Berlin photos, you can click to enlarge them. More &lt;em&gt;München&lt;/em&gt; photos to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sk8fdpLuLKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MrFC97voyL0/s1600-h/berlinMontage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sk8fdpLuLKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MrFC97voyL0/s320/berlinMontage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354533076098493602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6333040038286659915?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6333040038286659915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/berlin-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6333040038286659915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6333040038286659915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/berlin-conclusion.html' title='Berlin (conclusion)'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sk8fdpLuLKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MrFC97voyL0/s72-c/berlinMontage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-1692550231665868326</id><published>2009-07-04T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T02:18:50.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>München + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sk8eZdrcIYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LNoaz4JXC4o/s1600-h/IMG_4480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sk8eZdrcIYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LNoaz4JXC4o/s320/IMG_4480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354531904779198850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With all the fun going on, we had to book another night. To start day we headed to the compact city center. The day before we saw a free tour gathering there so we decided to check it out. While waiting in front of the famous &lt;em&gt;Glockenspiel&lt;/em&gt;, watching the wooden figures dance and twirl to the music we found out the details of the free tour. It promised history, offbeat facts and a beer at the end, all for free. Seemed too good to be true but we figured what the heck. This was our first guided tour in our trip. The host was a German woman that spent most of her life in Canada so her English was impeccable. She took us through the streets, stopping at obscure place where she fed us the knowledge of the city. It was a great walk. We got to see a small private church that was the most over decorated place I have ever seen. Our tour took us to small WWII resistance memorials that seem unseen unless you know what you are looking for and we covered buildings and beer halls that date back to King Ludwig. Also, just as promised are tour ended with a seat in a patio and a fresh beer. The guide only worked on tips, but I am sure she did well, for everyone was happy and impressed. I really feel like we know a lot of odd stories and facts about the city now, you will have to ask us all about them, for there are too many to write down. We spent the rest of the afternoon admiring the old buildings reconstructed after bombings of WWII. They were put back together just like the originals. This was possible because the towns people took thousands of photos of the city before the bombs hit. Our day ended with us back in a beer hall enjoying the fresh brews and lively atmosphere, wishing all of our friends could have been there to join in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sk8eZEZA6ZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nl5vvml4ats/s1600-h/IMG_4468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sk8eZEZA6ZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nl5vvml4ats/s320/IMG_4468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354531897991031186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-1692550231665868326?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1692550231665868326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/munchen-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/1692550231665868326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/1692550231665868326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/munchen-1.html' title='München + 1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sk8eZdrcIYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LNoaz4JXC4o/s72-c/IMG_4480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-2353537808956414041</id><published>2009-07-02T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T00:49:04.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>München</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Skxk7-B-HUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/95I3tY9h0kA/s1600-h/IMG_4432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Skxk7-B-HUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/95I3tY9h0kA/s320/IMG_4432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353765038462999874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we arrived in München (Munich) from Berlin we made sure that we reserved a hotel the night before. The only catch was that check in wasn't until 2 in the afternoon and we arrived at 7 in the morning. We had some time to kill. Like most of our destinations we let our curiosity take over us and we set out to explore the town. First thing was first though, we needed something to eat after the long overnight train ride. We stumbled upon an outdoor market full of fruits, freshly baked breads and traditional Bavarian foods. We picked up a quick bite from the German market workers, who knew little English. We walked and ate making our way to the biggest park in München which was famous for nude sunbathers. We walked down the park path next to a small rushing stream. When we came to the main road, their was some movement in the water. When we came closer we realized that people were surfing on a concrete wave right by the overpass over the stream. Some were novice and could only make it on the wave a mere second, but there were a couple seasoned vets that lasted as long as they wanted. It was quite a show. After the excitement in the stream we made our way back into the park through a different entry. We walked by some Beer Gardens and restaurants that still hadn't been cleaned from the previous night. We walked a little further to a bench by the rushing water, and we both fell asleep. We were out for about two hours, afterwards just sitting around and people watching for another hour trying to kill some time. Our backs couldn't take the bench anymore, so we made our way into town for a quick lunch. We walked around being indecisive, and finally sat down at a authentic German restaurant. The server, who we think was also the owner, gave us some English menu's, that were significantly smaller than their German counterpart which he saw us struggling with. We ordered some pasta, because we couldn't pronounce anything else. We realized that this restaurant had a special of white bratwurst served in a small porcelain container.  We wish we could have tried that, but the specials were written on a chalkboard in German in really sloppy handwriting, so that was out of the question. After lunch we made our way to the hotel we had booked the night before. We came to the train station looking for a map and saw a sign that said that the hotel was a 10 min walk. We started down the road and soon realized the sign was not telling the truth. After about 20 min. we arrived at our hotel, showered, got ready and headed back out. We walked by a Beer Garden on the way to our hotel named the Augustiner Keller Beir Garten. It is a very famous brewer/beer garten that used their profits to pay for rebuilding some of the buildings destroyed in WWII. We walked in and were met by a mob of people all sitting in a cafeteria type setting, getting drunk and eating great looking food. From the looks of things the only beer everyone was drinking were out of huge mugs called mass glasses. We hopped into the food and beer line and decided on a Curry Wurst with fries, a salad, and a couple huge beers. I was a little worried about the Curry Wurst, but it turned out delicious. The beer was great tasting and in great abundance. The beer tender was holding four beer bottle in between his fingers pouring them into four glasses at the same time, they knew what they were doing here. There were so many people drinking so much beer here, they actually have a worker on a small truck driving through the rows of tables, loading up the back with mass glasses every 5 min. We really enjoyed everything München had to offer, so we decided to stay another night. I really recommend visiting München.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Skxk79cS4_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/mAT-QZsmYik/s1600-h/IMG_4439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Skxk79cS4_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/mAT-QZsmYik/s320/IMG_4439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353765038304977906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-2353537808956414041?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2353537808956414041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/munchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2353537808956414041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2353537808956414041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/munchen.html' title='München'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Skxk7-B-HUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/95I3tY9h0kA/s72-c/IMG_4432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-4049183323955257259</id><published>2009-07-01T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:27:56.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin + 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkuqePLMQrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JeRYR3m8biU/s1600-h/IMG_4334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkuqePLMQrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JeRYR3m8biU/s320/IMG_4334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353560018506236594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We checked out of our hotel and headed for the nearest bus stop. Our plan was to ride a bus to the train station and the put our luggage in a locker. That way we could roam the city, baggage free, for a while and then come back to the train station to catch our night train to Munich. Well, the plan worked about half way. We took the bus in to the main station, but there were no free lockers available. Knowing that there was no way we could lug our bags around town for ten hours we decided to find a seat in the station near an outlet. That outlet happened to be in a food court of Pizza Hut. So there we sat and worked on some projects we have going on back home. A few hours passed and we decided to go the grocery store, conveniently, there was one in the station, we bought a makeshift meal and headed outside to eat up. After dinner we took one final check to see if any lockers opened up and sure thing there was an opening! Stowing our luggage, we headed out of the station and strolled around Berlin, catching a few spots we had not yet covered. Around 10 p.m. we gathered everything up and boarded our night train. It was different from the ones we had previously taken, it looked many years older too. The interior was laid out into mini compartments with only two facing seats inside. The two seats then could be pushed flat and a lower bunk would be made. The second bunk was to be pulled out of the upper wall. It worked out really nicely, with only the two of us in the compartment the strange and slightly smelly people that had been in our pervious couchette were avoided.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkuqeWC21sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_2AmQxYGtKI/s1600-h/IMG_4344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkuqeWC21sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_2AmQxYGtKI/s320/IMG_4344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353560020350326466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-4049183323955257259?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4049183323955257259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/berlin-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4049183323955257259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4049183323955257259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/berlin-3.html' title='Berlin + 3'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkuqePLMQrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JeRYR3m8biU/s72-c/IMG_4334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-3585134548072092113</id><published>2009-06-29T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:42:01.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin + 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkctMZJkgUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MMB66vPPRPo/s1600-h/IMG_4400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkctMZJkgUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MMB66vPPRPo/s320/IMG_4400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352296373085831490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our second day out in Berlin was a busy one. We started off of course by devouring a large European breakfast. After filling up on a primarily carb filled meal, we headed out to the city center. Although we are not really interested in all of the major site seeing areas, Berlin was an exception. We walked down the streets remembering what they are by name association, and arrived at the Brandenburg Tor. This was the gate that divided east and west Berlin. This gate has been around since the 1700's, has been rebuilt and revamped numerous times and had it's statue that rests on top stolen by Napoleon. After walking through the gate to the west side of Berlin, we wandered past some of the older buildings such as the parliament building and city hall. We had a few site seeing goals today, one of which was the holocaust memorial. Not exactly sure what the memorial was, we were surprised to find about a hundred yards of various sized, concrete blocks. These blocks ranged in sizes from two feet high to towering well above our heads. When you entered the memorial, the blocks served as a maze and you would have to keep a watchful eye around the corners. After taking a few pictures we moved on to another must see of Berlin (at least for us), the Bauhaus Archive. The Bauhaus archive housed a variety of different Bauhaus era designs and literature and whatnot. We were supper excited, and were looking for bragging rights for when we see our designer friends back home. When we arrived at the door, there was a sign saying that the archive was closed until July. Unfortunately we couldn't see the archive, but their gift shop was open, so at least we get to say that we stepped inside. After our disappointing Bauhaus archive visit, we made our way to a large park. We were surprised to see that it was Christopher street day, which was the largest gay festival in Berlin. We were surrounded by great food stands where Kristen and I bought a half meter German Bratwurst. We continued down the street and came upon a parade that consisted of open top buses packed with people dancing to loud, booming electronic music. After taking a few interesting pictures, we made our way to museum island. Here we saw the Berliner Dom, which is the Berlin Cathedral. It was an amazing cathedral with details in every corner, and a giant dome in the middle. Upon exiting the cathedral, we realized just how much we walked and how exhausted we were, so we decided to make our way back to the hotel. We capped off our night with a nice Italian dinner in Alexander plaza and a couple bottles of German beers for our way back to the hotel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkctMBhrldI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xnsKKmt__S8/s1600-h/IMG_4390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkctMBhrldI/AAAAAAAAAE8/xnsKKmt__S8/s320/IMG_4390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352296366744507858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-3585134548072092113?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3585134548072092113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/berlin-2_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/3585134548072092113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/3585134548072092113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/berlin-2_29.html' title='Berlin + 2'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkctMZJkgUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MMB66vPPRPo/s72-c/IMG_4400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-2200914729013449506</id><published>2009-06-28T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T01:41:13.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkcshGAGreI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Kv-x7gqyRoA/s1600-h/IMG_4325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkcshGAGreI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Kv-x7gqyRoA/s320/IMG_4325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295629211479522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday in Berlin. This morning, unfortunately, we had to check out of the Circus Hostel and move to another Hotel, the Circus was all booked up, so we packed up and headed out with our luggage. We didn't go far though, there was a laundry mat right down the street and we decided to treat ourselves to a real cleaning. Up until now we had been washing a few items every night in our hotel room sinks and hanging them up on a makeshift clotheslines. The process works pretty well and it has enabled us to pack super light, that being said, we were still really excited about giving our clothes a deeper cleaning. The German laundry mat turned out to be quite an experience. A short man greeted us as we entered with a quick, "Hallo," and immediately began rattling off advice in very choppy English. He kept pointing at the machines and saying, "Small Machines," then pointing at himself and saying, "Information." We may not have had the easiest time communicating with him, but he was very kind and REALLY wanted to help. You would think, how hard could it be, but the machines were ran by a much larger machine served as a payment counter, detergent dispenser, yes, just like a soda fountain, and a timer. The "Information" man also would only let Evan near the machines and kept telling me I should sit because Evan was a gentleman, it was quite entertaining. It was a pretty unique experience that left us with not only some laughs but a fresh wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;After we really packed our clean clothes we headed south towards our new Hotel. Luckily, we arrived at a pretty nice place, we booked without knowing too much about it, though we aren't too picky. All we need is clean room and even get excited if there is a bathroom in the room, which there was.  Since we had spent much of our daily budget on laundry, we decide to go to a grocery store for supper. Again, we got to have an whole new experience, well kinda of. The store that we went to resembled Aldi's, which we were familiar with, but nothing in English was to be found. Which was actually pretty fun. We spent some time deciphering if we were picking out tuna salad, chicken salad or even Herring salad. After the guessing game we heading back to our hotel to enjoy our cheap little feast and spent some time attending to some work we have from back home.&lt;br /&gt;(One picture we are posting for today shows you just how little we are traveling around with for these 5 weeks. The bags house all of our clothes, a laptop, our camera, sketchbooks, toiletries and evan extra pair of shoes for each of us.  People keep commenting on how little we are managing with and I think it makes us kinda proud.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkcshETwmiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/S8fNPn1sloo/s1600-h/IMG_4426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkcshETwmiI/AAAAAAAAAEs/S8fNPn1sloo/s320/IMG_4426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352295628757047842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-2200914729013449506?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2200914729013449506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/berlin-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2200914729013449506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2200914729013449506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/berlin-2.html' title='Berlin + 1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkcshGAGreI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Kv-x7gqyRoA/s72-c/IMG_4325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-2209941482910207033</id><published>2009-06-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:03:50.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVTd-y6i7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/obwVJIy7YMg/s1600-h/IMG_4312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVTd-y6i7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/obwVJIy7YMg/s320/IMG_4312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351775506737564594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though it was tough to part with Stockholm we had to move on. The next country on our list was Berlin, Germany. Before getting there we had a grueling schedule of train rides. The first train was an overnight train from Stockholm to Copenhagen (10 hr.), which was in normal seats because we were too late to reserve a couchette. We got to Copenhagen in the morning and the next train in line was Hamburg, Germany (5 hr.). While on the way to Germany, the train had to board a ferry. This massive ferry boat housed not only our train, but also a variety of 18 wheelers and vehicles. The ride across the water took about a half hour. After a couple more hours on the train we were in Hamburg, and despite my best efforts I could not find Mozier. Our last train from Hamburg to Berlin was up next (2 hr.). We lucked out on this one, getting a whole cabin to ourselves where we stretched out and relaxed, but I think we deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived into Berlin with no place to stay. Things kind of worked out for us in Stockholm, so we thought we were on a roll, we thought wrong. The layout of Berlin is very confusing and not foreigner friendly. After a half hour or so of trying to decipher the map and bus routes, we tried our luck at riding our first bus. We boarded and were moving down the road. The fourth stop was where we were to exit, and we were kind of second guessing ourselves when we walked off of the bus. The part of town we were left at probably wasn't that dangerous, but I definitely know the reason they didn't show it on the map that we bought. We made it to the hotel that we had written down, and it wasn't a looker. We decided against it and made our way down the outskirts of east Berlin.&lt;br /&gt;It may have been the fact that we had just gotten off of an 18 hr. or so day of travel, or just that we were in such a massive city, but it felt like we walked forever before we found a hotel that had vacancy. The place we finally found was a hostel named the circus. It was listed in our travel book, and had nothing but good reviews. I don't think either of us expected such a cool place, but it was just that. It was unfortunate that there were no more open spots for the rest of our time in Berlin. When we finally got settled in and showered, we walked across the street to a nice little mexican restaurant where Kristen and I enjoyed the largest plate of fresh mexican food we have ever seen. Long story short, if you visit Berlin, visit the circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVTeNKm3lI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GPmd0-TYOxg/s1600-h/IMG_4313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVTeNKm3lI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GPmd0-TYOxg/s320/IMG_4313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351775510595034706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-2209941482910207033?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2209941482910207033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/berlin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2209941482910207033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2209941482910207033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/berlin.html' title='Berlin'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVTd-y6i7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/obwVJIy7YMg/s72-c/IMG_4312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-4665033698918772030</id><published>2009-06-26T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:00:49.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockholm + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVS_pdMvGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wwhihcrkiwg/s1600-h/IMG_4254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVS_pdMvGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wwhihcrkiwg/s320/IMG_4254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351774985613261922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed out this Wednesday morning without much of a plan. The weather that greeted us was just as beautiful as the day before and our only goal was to enjoy it. The day before we had walked through much of the "Old Town" island, though we found ourselves drawn to it again today. There many islands that compose Stockholm, but we mainly stayed on three of them. The "Main" island is where the train station was, along with lots of retail stores and an abundance of restaurants. The island our hotel was own was south of the "Main" island and we called it "Southtown." This island again had a lot of restaurants and shops but they seemed more local and a bit less touristy. The "Old Town" island is situated directly between the "Main" and "Southtown" islands. The draw this island has had a lot to do with it cobblestone streets, historic buildings, and classic charm. So we spent some time just wondering down the streets the size of alleys. From there we ventured over to a comfy spot on the "Main" island along the edge and just sat out in the sun watching the boats putter around as we dangled our feet over the water. We traveled to a few other small islands and checked out everything from the area's amusement park (Tivoli) to musicians along the street. That night we left on another night train and it was sad for both of us to go. Stockholm was an easy place to get around, everyone was patient and polite, and the city always seemed alive with color and magnificent views.  Even though it was quite a bit out of our way on this trip, we are glad we headed this far north, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVS_iH7OjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gZtEXhUJY3k/s1600-h/IMG_4218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVS_iH7OjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/gZtEXhUJY3k/s320/IMG_4218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351774983644985906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-4665033698918772030?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/4665033698918772030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/stockholm-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4665033698918772030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/4665033698918772030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/stockholm-1.html' title='Stockholm + 1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkVS_pdMvGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wwhihcrkiwg/s72-c/IMG_4254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-2858872909877179189</id><published>2009-06-24T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:14:02.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of New Entries. Enjoy!</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since we have had a chance to get on the internet to upload entries. Here are our past five days of travel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-2858872909877179189?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2858872909877179189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/lots-of-new-entries-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2858872909877179189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2858872909877179189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/lots-of-new-entries-enjoy.html' title='Lots of New Entries. Enjoy!'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-6996913988425220105</id><published>2009-06-24T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:06:11.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockholm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHeVTF3wwI/AAAAAAAAADs/Khh_k96QQ4M/s1600-h/swedenAlley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHeVTF3wwI/AAAAAAAAADs/Khh_k96QQ4M/s320/swedenAlley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350802289776378626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today in Stockholm we awoke to yet another delicious breakfast, it must be a European thing. After filling up we made our way around town. First on our to do list was to get to the train station and reserve a night train after our last grueling train experience. After getting squared away with our train situation we made our way to the streets. We walked the streets taking pictures and just enjoying the amazing views. We walked up on a group of Swedish soldiers playing some really good music at the changing of the guards ceremony. We just had a pretty relaxing afternoon. After heading back in for a small rest and a couple things to take care of, we made our way out for dinner and delicious pistachio ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHeVyjbdbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QLL6ZG7yTy4/s1600-h/changingGuards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHeVyjbdbI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QLL6ZG7yTy4/s320/changingGuards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350802298221852082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-6996913988425220105?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6996913988425220105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/stockholm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6996913988425220105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/6996913988425220105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/stockholm.html' title='Stockholm'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHeVTF3wwI/AAAAAAAAADs/Khh_k96QQ4M/s72-c/swedenAlley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-8313911195268673235</id><published>2009-06-24T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:09:13.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Denmark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdztbtrOI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZPRECvgMIj8/s1600-h/funnySign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdztbtrOI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZPRECvgMIj8/s320/funnySign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350801712731761890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrived to Denmark after an overnight train ride. The ride wasn't as bad as we thought it was going to be. We did share a six bed room with three other men. One man was a talkative, small man who complained about Kristen putting on fake perfume. The man on the top didn't say one word. The last man came in and was full of life, talking to both Kristen and I. He was very excited, so much though that he kept spitting in my face when he talked, it was great. The excited man left our room in the middle of the night. After all of the excitement we quickly fell asleep. When we awoke we walked about the train, ate and whatnot with the time we had before we got to our stop, which was in Copenhagen, Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Copenhagen, we walked around town to see what it had to offer. We wandered aimlessly and came across a funny sign exhibit, it was pretty interesting. The exhibit featured funny signs from around the world. We checked them out and had a bite to eat near by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing everything, we hopped on our next train. This was a day train to Stockholm which was five hours. It wasn't the most pleasant ride in the world, so we will now be requesting only night trains or short train rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Stockholm later in the evening, and were temporarily homeless. We walked around until we found a hotel which was at about ten at night. In Stockholm this time of year the sun really doesn't go down, so thankfully we had enough light to find somewhere to stay. We finally got to a shower and a bed and all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdz9wjzAI/AAAAAAAAADk/IBJoAf6bgZM/s1600-h/outsideMain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdz9wjzAI/AAAAAAAAADk/IBJoAf6bgZM/s320/outsideMain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350801717114162178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-8313911195268673235?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8313911195268673235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/denmark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8313911195268673235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8313911195268673235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/denmark.html' title='Denmark'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdztbtrOI/AAAAAAAAADc/ZPRECvgMIj8/s72-c/funnySign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-3606751235434932125</id><published>2009-06-24T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:10:37.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany + 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdiKkmwbI/AAAAAAAAADM/qP20NDrShV0/s1600-h/outsideChurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdiKkmwbI/AAAAAAAAADM/qP20NDrShV0/s320/outsideChurch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350801411316040114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We owe so much thanks to Emelie, Johanna, Jason, and all of her family for all of their hospitality and kindness over the past weekend. Sunday morning we left Velbert for Cologne (Koln), Germany. We were back on our own again. We were only in the Koln for the day and spent it touring the town center. Even though it was Sunday and most of the shops were closed there were tents with food and beer spread out across the town square. Music was playing, lots of kids skating, and random groups of dancers. The most impressive part of our day was the cathedral in Koln. It is this massive gothic structure that towers over all of the buildings around. Words really can't describe the inside of the massive church, which is said to house the remains of the 3 wise men. It was an overwhelming experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdiLAmzCI/AAAAAAAAADU/3TqCeinclJ8/s1600-h/insideChurch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdiLAmzCI/AAAAAAAAADU/3TqCeinclJ8/s320/insideChurch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350801411433483298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-3606751235434932125?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3606751235434932125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/germany-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/3606751235434932125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/3606751235434932125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/germany-2.html' title='Germany + 2'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdiKkmwbI/AAAAAAAAADM/qP20NDrShV0/s72-c/outsideChurch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-282133379272174187</id><published>2009-06-24T00:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:12:01.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany +1 (Dusseldorf)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdCinWhxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/owqU8g-Rn9c/s1600-h/miniGolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdCinWhxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/owqU8g-Rn9c/s320/miniGolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350800868014196498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After an event filled evening with Emelie's family, we decided that Dusseldorf would be our next destination in Germany. So Saturday, after a fantastic breakfast and some mini golf at a neighboring park, we decided to hit the road with Emelie, Jason, and Johanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When arriving in Dusseldorf we relied on Jason for a tour guide. He had previously lived and worked there, so he knew his way around the block. He brought us to a traditional German restaurant to have some traditional food and beer. Jason, who also attended SIUC spoke fluent German, along with Emelie and Johanna, so deciphering the menu items was not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a filling dinner we made our way towards the city center. There was a hot balloon festival going on and the streets were packed with people drinking and yelling soccer chants. We ordered some beers and Jason explained to us that in Germany it is seven years bad luck in bed to drink your beer before you cheers with your friends and say "Prost" (cheers in German). While standing next to the street a woman presumably a bride to be, was clad in what looked like only toilet paper walked up to different groups of drunk men. These men would rip a piece off and then she would move to the next group. She did this until she came to the group directly across from us who ripped the entire thing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinking a few and waiting for 10:30 to roll around we walked down to the Rhine river and prepared for the hot air balloon light show. The river bank across from us housed probably 20 or more balloons which started to light up in sequence. It was a really cool event and I am glad that we were a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the light display we made our way back to the vehicle. It was a great night and a great time with some great hosts. So thanks again Jason, Emilie, and Johanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdC5UqTII/AAAAAAAAADE/17cB5QzTQW8/s1600-h/groupStreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdC5UqTII/AAAAAAAAADE/17cB5QzTQW8/s320/groupStreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350800874109815938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-282133379272174187?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/282133379272174187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/germany-1-dusseldorf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/282133379272174187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/282133379272174187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/germany-1-dusseldorf.html' title='Germany +1 (Dusseldorf)'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHdCinWhxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/owqU8g-Rn9c/s72-c/miniGolf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-5004784809091944283</id><published>2009-06-24T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:06:49.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHcrsFaCdI/AAAAAAAAACs/FoM1ivlWCGQ/s1600-h/groupDance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHcrsFaCdI/AAAAAAAAACs/FoM1ivlWCGQ/s320/groupDance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350800475419183570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday morning had Evan and I riding our first train in our travels. All went well and Emelie, the girl I used to work with, took us back to her home in Velbert, Germany. There we celebrated, Midsummer, along with her family and and a few friends. They are native to Sweden so we had a feast filled with various Midsummer Swedish traditions. We ate a variety of dishes of veggies, breads, cheese, and fish. The meal was accompanied by songs that the entire family joined in on...Evan and I tried our best to keep up. Keep up not only on the songs but on the shots of vodka that they passed around to cheers to at the end of each tune. The amazing dinner was finished with strawberries and cream. After the dinner we (all of the ladies) danced and sang around the maypole, the centerpiece of Midsummer celebrations, then played a German card game that even we could understand.&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon and night flew by, but is was a great time. It doesn't get much better than dining outside, laughing and cheering, all while being submerged in two new cultures. Throughout the night the German and Swedish language was used just as often as English and I could have listened to it, even without understanding, for days-it was enchanting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHcrwgDBvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gOw72izFoH8/s1600-h/groupTable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHcrwgDBvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/gOw72izFoH8/s320/groupTable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350800476604663538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-5004784809091944283?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/5004784809091944283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/germany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/5004784809091944283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/5004784809091944283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/germany.html' title='Germany'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SkHcrsFaCdI/AAAAAAAAACs/FoM1ivlWCGQ/s72-c/groupDance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-2797400843766263973</id><published>2009-06-20T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T02:38:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam - 3 (conclusion)</title><content type='html'>We left this morning (Friday) for Essen, Germany. There we will be meeting up with a previous coworker of Kristen's. Her family lives in Velbert, Germany and they are celebrating the longest day of the year, a Swedish tradition, where they invited us to join in the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we will be back to Amsterdam to end our trip it was hard to leave. The people were nice and helpful, it was very culturally interesting and a good choice for our first destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also want to share with you some more photos that we have taken over the past few days. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Click on the picture to enlarge it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sjyt5I-m49I/AAAAAAAAACk/q5Cg_xS74s4/s1600-h/amsterdamMontage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sjyt5I-m49I/AAAAAAAAACk/q5Cg_xS74s4/s320/amsterdamMontage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349341654583534546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-2797400843766263973?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2797400843766263973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/amsterdam-3-conclusion.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2797400843766263973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2797400843766263973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/amsterdam-3-conclusion.html' title='Amsterdam - 3 (conclusion)'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/Sjyt5I-m49I/AAAAAAAAACk/q5Cg_xS74s4/s72-c/amsterdamMontage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-8715078969839537974</id><published>2009-06-18T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:14:26.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam + 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjrJibBXvkI/AAAAAAAAACU/AhsuqmKO1eY/s1600-h/parkBike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjrJibBXvkI/AAAAAAAAACU/AhsuqmKO1eY/s320/parkBike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348809100662128194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;After another hearty hotel breakfast this morning combined with a few cups of coffee and hot tea we set out for another packed day in Amsterdam. Today was a day to line out future parts of our trip so we set out for Grand Central Station which is the train station here in downtown Amsterdam. We needed to find out how to validate our rail passes so we can continue on to western Germany tomorrow. We must have sabotaged ourselves by thinking that most people in public service here would know good English. The workers at the train station had very poor English and it was hard to understand the who's, what's and when's of the railpass situation. The worker explained to us (roughly) that we have a train to catch at 12:30 and one connecting train before we hit our destination. After both of us nodded, pretending that we knew what he was saying, we took our information, and hopefully all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;Our walk today also took us through the famous "Red Light District". I could smell the hepatitis in the air. In all seriousness though, it is a fairly clean area that is regulated by the government. The first prostitute we encountered resembled a portly, man-like, mannequin with giant breasts, sitting in a window, so needless to say it we made it a quick walk.&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list of things to scratch off was renting bicycles. We were a bit nervous about this considering that everyone here is a seasoned professional, and we were unsure how they would tolerate "newbies". We pushed our nerves aside and made our way down very narrow streets towards the park. The winding roads in the garden filled park treated us quite well, there were no vehicles allowed, so it was pretty casual and let us get used to riding. When we reached the end of the road for the park we decided to try our luck on the streets. First things first, I'm not sure if they had better bikes or what the deal was, but we were passed numerous times by women half our size and twice our age like it was nothing. We stuck to our guns though and pressed on. We weaved in and out of traffic, through populated streets, back through the park and were back to our hotel. All in all, it was a fantastic time and I am glad we rented them.&lt;br /&gt;After a long bike ride and rest we headed back out for dinner. We wandered through the eatery streets and found a nice little Italian place. When our pizza came it wasn't sliced, so we were unsure if this was a joke on Americans or if this was customary, either way we were to hungry to care.  We couldn't finish the first part of the trip without visiting a coffee shop so that is where we ended our night. Check back for more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjrJioYyEOI/AAAAAAAAACc/_E7iVNS8WYE/s1600-h/streetPosters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjrJioYyEOI/AAAAAAAAACc/_E7iVNS8WYE/s320/streetPosters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348809104249983202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-8715078969839537974?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8715078969839537974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/amsterdam-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8715078969839537974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/8715078969839537974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/amsterdam-2.html' title='Amsterdam + 2'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjrJibBXvkI/AAAAAAAAACU/AhsuqmKO1eY/s72-c/parkBike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-1476770691113586491</id><published>2009-06-17T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:31:51.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for any troubles anyone had with posting comments. This should be fixed, so feel free to comment on anything. Come back later today for a new post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-1476770691113586491?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1476770691113586491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/1476770691113586491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/1476770691113586491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-2642591300239328334</id><published>2009-06-17T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:59:46.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjlMnFQ828I/AAAAAAAAACM/Sh3UNQY32co/s1600-h/bikesWide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjlMnFQ828I/AAAAAAAAACM/Sh3UNQY32co/s320/bikesWide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348390266791058370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/17/09  Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Hallo all!&lt;br /&gt;We awoke this morning to a hearty breakfast of sliced meats and cheeses, an array of breads, jams, juices and eggs, and even some familiar cereal. This was a big help in the start of our day, neither of us are adjusted to the time here just yet. I think I got about 3 hours of sleep (I knew that the nap yesterday was a bad idea, but I couldn't resist.) Well, as breakfast came to an end, we headed out on foot across town to look for a new power adapter. The desk clerk at the hotel showed us where an electronics supply store was and that was our first destination. After our purchase we didn't have any set plans so we decided to look around the part of town we had to hurry through yesterday because of the rain. Taking our time and taking in all of the sites and sounds, we looked at architecture, boats, a flower market, a flea market of sorts, cats in windows, statues and such. All while keeping a mindful eye trying staying out of the way of the bustling traffic, which was about 70% bicycles. I still can't get over how many people not only commute on bike, but on how they do it. Some while chatting to the cyclist next to them. Some with a baby on a seat up front and another child in back. Some people are even holding an empty bike along side of them as they weave in and out of traffic.&lt;br /&gt;After a half a day's worth of gawking we headed back to the Hotel Acro to charge the computer and such. Because of our large breakfast we just had a snack for lunch and then head to yet another unseen part of town to find dinner. We ate outside at this little cafe and had some unique salads, mine was covered in honey and goat cheese, YUM!  Last night (tues. night) we ate outside also and got to have some schitchzel and a lamb dish. Dinner has been nice both nights everything is served at a laid back pace so you never seem in a hurry.Which is perfect because it never did get really dark last night-the sun doesn't set till after ten and is up by five.&lt;br /&gt;Overall the last two days have seemed surreal....and we have so much left to see and do. We will keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjlMm70nDCI/AAAAAAAAACE/CB3g8qMMqX0/s1600-h/channelVert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjlMm70nDCI/AAAAAAAAACE/CB3g8qMMqX0/s320/channelVert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348390264256269346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9083079824870714779-2642591300239328334?l=kristenevantravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2642591300239328334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/amsterdam-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2642591300239328334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9083079824870714779/posts/default/2642591300239328334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristenevantravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/amsterdam-1.html' title='Amsterdam + 1'/><author><name>The Ev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10639904580011093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjlMnFQ828I/AAAAAAAAACM/Sh3UNQY32co/s72-c/bikesWide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9083079824870714779.post-7514760189647319716</id><published>2009-06-16T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:01:20.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjjguCf6iEI/AAAAAAAAABk/fka4xUNqsAs/s1600-h/wemadeitHor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mabAScX0RxE/SjjguCf6iEI/AAAAAAAAABk/fka4xUNqsAs/s320/wemadeitHor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348271639051798594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Everyone, we made it across the pond. Our flight from STL to Philly was a bit rough, mostly because the plane was so small. We had a slight delay in Pilly due to weather and were worried that we were going to miss our connecting flight into Amsterdam. When we got to Philly we also had to take a shuttle which we just made. We ran through the airport and made the flight just in time. The flight wasn't bad. The seats were fairly comfy for airplane seats, we had a delicious airplane pasta dinner and slept for a while before got into Amsterdam. When we arrived we really didn't know how to get out of the airport so we lugged everything around until we figured out finally that we needed be downstairs. We got downstairs and bought two train tickets to downtown Amsterdam. When we arrived in downtown it was starting to sprinkle then progressed to a fairly large downpour. We forgot an umbrella so we were getting soaked. We decided to stop into a cafe, which was home to the tamest cat ever, and have some lunch. We then headed down the street when the rain stopped and made our way to what we thought was the train station. To our surprise it was the complete opposite from where we wanted to go, but it worked out because our hotel was two streets down. We have a pretty nice hotel (small but nice) and we are about to take a short cat nap to get ready for this evening. 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