Friday, November 11, 2011


On the plane, pretending my plastic surgery had gone terribly wrong.
Then practicing French facial expressions. This one means "This fromage is unbelievably fantastique, don't you agree?"
Our room is on the 6th floor, no elevator. Both Vanja and I are absent minded, always forgetting stuff. You know what this will mean? GREAT LEGS!
Love the hotel room despite all those stairs. LOVE IT.

Steak with eggs and fries! So far from the spinach and lentils fare at home.
Also met up with Natasha! So great. Decided to met up with her in London to see this: