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John’s Auntie Bee and Uncle Bill are having a party to celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary in June. And we’re invited. Guess where they live! London! And I think we’re going to go! As you can tell, I’m just a little excited about the idea. But I’ve never been to England, and I’d love to see it. I’m not sure how much time I can take off of work, or how long we can get someone to watch Seamus, but our early plan is to go to the party, spend a couple of days in London, head over to Amsterdam (one of John’s favorite places, and I’ve never been) and then go to Paris for a couple of days (because what could be better than Paris with the love of your life?) And that’s probably enough, because I don’t want to rush through any place. I’ve already been to Paris a couple of times, but I’d love to visit the Sainte Chappelle and Notre Dame again. And Montmartre. I love just walking around Montmartre, breathing in the Paris-ness of it all. Or, we could probably spend a whole week just in England, but John has been to England a gazillion times, and I wouldn’t want him to get bored. Still, there are a ton of castles and cathedrals I’d like to see in England, plus the British Museum, and the Tower of London (which technically is a castle) and Stonehenge and Bath and Glastonbury and, well, lots of places.

Maybe this is why our October vacation went awry…because a fabulous trip to Europe was in our future and we just didn’t know it yet. London, London, London! London, London, London. (To get the full effect, you should know that I’m chanting that in my head, conga-style.)