Saturday, July 18, 2009

Clowning around..

Our last day in Ystad - fun playing in the fountain!

Thursday, July 16, 2009


While in Sweden, Brent and I decided that Max would be baptized in St. Maria's Church, located in my hometown Ystad. The church is located by the main town square, just a few minutes from my Mom's house. It dates back to the 13th century and is quite amazing.

Max was baptized on Thursday, July 16th at 3:30pm by Magnus Persson. The ceremony was held at the main altar. Brent, Max and I were joined by my immediate family around the baptismal font. Max did well! He only splashed around a little. Following a small get-together hosted by Mom in her backyard, we all went to dinner at Ystad's Steak & Brewery.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Road trip

The day after returning from Paris, we rented a car and took a road trip. We stopped at Oland (one of Sweden's islands), therafter to Berga to see the siblings and lastly to Gothenburg where we visited Jutta & Ola and the kids. Ingrid and her girls were there too. It was great fun to catch up with everyone and for Brent to see some more of Sweden.

Friday, July 10, 2009

More from Paris...

We spent our second day in Paris strolling around the Latin District, visited San Sulpice, enjoyed several glasses of Champagne at one of the many amazing cafe's and shopped. We bought a stroller, amongst other things. Glamorous, huh?

Later that afternoon, Liselotte and Dennis arrived from Germany! After catching up over a glass of Champagne, we hiked all over town and ended up at some little restaurant on Rue Petits Carreaux for a fabulous dinner.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Le Metro = Take the Cab Instead...

Fantastic trip - no complaints. We did, however, ultimately determine that it's easier and marginally more expensive (at best) to take a taxi. Had we done so at the outset, our dinner the first night in Paris may have consisted of more than convenience store crackers and overly "fragrant" cheese...

Hotel was simple and small yet adequate and charming (with the exception of the €19 each continental breakfast, which, for €19, could be described as anything but continental). Nonetheless, we were centrally located and happy with the accommodations. A few pics from our first night.

Sidebar -- BU, you may notice the stylish white pants against the backdrop of the red duvet cover. Very versatle and, clearly, an appropriate choice. As previously indicated, you are welcome to borrow them any time and you may also be interested in the capri-style white shorts that I'll be returning home with...

On to more important items. First full day consisted of the "cram it all in with barely enough time to acknowledge the name of the iconic feature that you're standing in front of, much less truly appreciate it, day." A brief overview of Thursday's agenda:

Notre Dame
Pont Neuf
Arc de Triomphe
Presumably homeless man deficating on the street (no sh*t and no pun intended - picture available upon request...)
Eiffel Tower

Some pics from the day's events:

Monday, July 6, 2009

And the Winner Is...

That's about as scientific as it got. Spun the airfare wheel of fortune (covered just about every major city in Europe and Africa) and booked it 10-minutes ago. Amman was doable but we had dissention in the ranks so the safe bet wins (maybe literally and figuratively). Nothing like planning ahead... Leaving Wednesday evening, return Sunday afternoon. Meeting up with Liselotte and Dennis. Stay tuned.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Back to the Castle...+1

The spot where we got married nearly four years ago - Christine Hof Castle. Bride & Groom stayed at one of the rooms at the castle while immediate family stayed nearby at the cottages (see photos below; Andrarum B&B). Not much luck feeding the horse and, fortunately, the fence surrounding him was not electrified...

Friday, July 3, 2009

At the beach

We arrived in Sweden on July 2. It was 90 degrees Fahrenheit! We spent the first three days at the beach. Max loved it.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Big Jet

Flight from San Francisco to Seattle was a snap. He is finally old enough that he was fascinated with the airport, plane, etc... Nothing to it.

Flight to Copenhagen was a different story. It started with "No more big jet," which came as we were walking down the jet bridge... We ultimately made it, as did Max. And here's the only reason why...

Our only mistake was not administering it sooner (which, I can assure you, we won't make again). He was well rested, the plane was well rested and everyone was a winner.