Holy Camogli!

Monday was a holiday here in Italy so GB and I decided to hit up the beach for the day. We tried to find the best one that was not too far. So to Camogli we went. Its located past Genoa but not quite to Cinque Terre.
I was impressed. The beach was beautiful and the water was crystal clear. I loved the little town it was located in. I found this awesome store of home made jewelry made out of shells. I loved everything in there. The lady who made everything said he goes out and collects the shells then make the jewelry herself. GB was feeling sweet and generous and let me pick out a pair of ear rings. They are SO cute..best part is, they are one of a kind!
The beach was rocky but we were able to find a smooth area to lay out on. The only problem with the beach...child nudity. We felt like pedo's every time we opened our eyes. I was in shock. Little girls and boys playing in the rocks BUTT nakie! The WORST part was watching a little boy run to the ocean and hold his little taliewacker and make a pee pee. His sister then felt the need to join and I watched her squat right beside him. I was flabbergasted! Needless to say, yea I waited a while before stepping into the ocean. Its moment like that when I really miss America. Aside from the nakies, it was really nice. We strolled along the city and climbed the light house. A lovely lovely day...until we attempted to go home.







We then decided to head home at 4 so GB could get some work done. We headed to Genoa to catch the train to Milan. We had a 40 min wait originally, but then the train came 45 min late. By the time it finally came, there were enough people to start a new country. Yes we all had to fit on the train that was already full. We separated so we could try to a door when the train stopped. Screwed. We ran to a door and ended up being up to the front...which since Italians are pushy and rude..we were of course the last ones on. The whole time this guy behind me kept screaming Avante and the people on the train who refused to move to open space so we could all fit. He was obnoxious. Lucky for us, he got on a different car. So we stood smooshed and standing in the doorway with about 20 other people by the toilet. Gross, hot, and extremely smelly. I was smooshed against GB's back and after 20 min. I felt like I was about to pass out. Then the obnoxious guy comes back and forces him self in between everyone and stands up in my area. Yes, no problem, I had plenty of space you jerk. GB told me to try to sit so I didn't pass out. Mr. obnoxious says to me, oh come back here. I said oh no thank you Im okay, thinking he was being kind. WRONG! He said, well I am trying to move over there and pushes me behind him. THEN he has the nerve to squeeze through kids and parents and pull down a side chair and SIT! Unbelievable. After about a half an hour of standing and the train NOT leaving a worker informs us there is another train in 20 min. We decided to bounce off this one and take it. That one was full too but we were able to sit on some steps and snag some seats a few stops later. UGHH it was a nightmare. I almost punched that terd bucket out. How rude, he wasn't even frail or anything. To be honest, he looked like he could skip a meal or too. Oh well...the beach was nice.

We are now getting ready to welcome Taylor and his friends for a few days before My parents get here. Ready to Rock and Roll baby

Munchen Baby

I neglected to blog about the last leg of our trip with the Rents. OOPS!
Munich-
I LOVE Munich. I love the culture and feel of the city. I think I was the only one who really loved it. But it could also be because I have good memories from the first time I went. We spent the first day just wandering around and checking out down town. We had dinner at the Haufbrauhause. Which is where Hitler began the Nazi party and held all this meetings. This place was SICK! Not only was dinner cheap, authentic, and delicious, but they had a band playing German folk music. People everywhere were dressed up like there were from Bavaria in the 1800s, JUST FOR FUN! After spending 3 days in the city I noticed it was just how they dressed every now and then. I ate it up. We also got our drinks in giant beer mugs. It was magic!




The second day we headed up to the castles of King Ludwig. Spectacular of course. Unfortunately you weren't allowed to get pictures inside. I did however, get to ride a horse carriage up to Neuschwanstein. Too bad there was a couple sitting right in front of me and Mamsi who were confused and thought there were in their hotel with the door locked. SICK!










The third day we walked around the markets and took a nap in a beautiful park. We were lazy this day and just took our sweet time looking for souvenirs. We ended the trip with dinner at the HB again.






We were really grateful we got to have this experience with GB's parents. It was great and magical and we will never forget it. Thanks Mamsi and Papsi! We LOVED seeing the world with you!

Naughty Bunny

Happy Easter everyone. That blasted bunny was a no show this year :( DOUBLE THUMBS WAAAAAY DOWN you naughty rabbit. Oh how I miss the days when my mommy would paint white bunny feet on our door. No candy and no family, definitely a different Easter this year. Lucky for us,we still have the very best part of easter. The beautiful gift of the Savior. GB and I have made a habit of going to the park everyday and reading while we soak up the sun and beautiful atmosphere.Its my new favorite thing. I love marveling at the beautiful world around me. I will never get over all the amazing things the lord created. During my reading on Friday I happened to reach 3rd Nephi:11, where Christ appears to the Nephites. I thought this to be especially appropriate for Easter Sunday and I didn't plan it at all. I LOVE 3rd Nephi. Its my favorite of all the books in the Book of Mormon. As I read I really tried to picture being there. I wondered what it must have been to sit at the feet of Christ and listen to his council. I wonder what great love they must have felt for him as they felt his hands and feet. I have to say, I was a bit envious as I read. The sacrifice he made is incomprehensible to me. I am so grateful for the life he led and example he was to me. I am grateful for his atoning death and resurrection.I can not think of a more beautiful gift than that of everlasting life. To be blessed with the knowledge and comfort that after this life, I will once again be reunited with my God and loved ones who have passed on, is the very greatest blessing. Its waaaayyyy better than any chocolate ;) I love my savior deeply and I am beyond grateful for him. I know that Jesus Christ was so much more than a kind man or simply a good example, he is my brother, my savior, and the son of God. I owe him everything. I hope all our family and friends are having a wonderful, warm and fuzzied filled Easter....and eating enough sweets to cover both me and GB

Just because sharing is caring.....and I care :)

Bracelet Man

I need to begin at the begining for this story. So we will begin as I get ready for the long day ahead. I am stairing at the mirror thinking to myself, " hmm, GB wants to leave right now and I can not figure out the quickest way to make myself presentable." Well since my husband was being pushy I said what the heck. I went out without any make-up (no biggie) and without so much as brushing my hair. Let me tell you, it was a hot mess. To be honest, this really isn't a big deal for me cause back home I rarely get dolled up. However, as my husband likes to point out..so very often, in Italy, you dress up. Its true. These people don't go ANYWHERE not dressed to the 9s. Its weird and so not me, so usually I try not to embarrass my hubs. On this day he was ansy so my attitude was, well world this is me...if you don't like it, then don't look. Moving on..
So GB and I were wondering around the Duomo coveting and (non creepily) watching some tiny humans participate in what appeared to be the most awesome field day ever. Yes, I completely hearted field day when I was young. ANYWAYS, back on track, so there we were minding our own business when we were caught by one the Africons.... bracelet man.
Now, usually, those of you that know me best are aware of my overly enthusiastic love the those of the African culture. (when I was 3 all I wanted for my birthday was a black cabbage patch baby doll) Yes my mother bought it for and somewhere she has the most adorable picture of a 3 year old me dressed in a BYU cheer leading costume holding my precious little African baby.
Back to the bracelett fella. SOOOOO despite my love and adoration for this particular culture,these guys drive me NUTS. I can't stand them! I mean they are overly aggressive and constantly in your face trying to slap a hand woven bracelet on your wrist that they claim is "free". Really they are seeking donations to support Africa. AKA their drinking. I have been suckered on more than one occasion and have two bracelets on my wrist.
SO we begin to walk away and explain that we are not tourists but rather live here and I displayed my two bracelets to show I have already "supported" Africa...twice. So he gave up and just began to talk to GB....then he MADE MY DAY!!!! He said I was molto molto bella and that I looked like Angelina Jolie. GB replied with yes she is very beautiful and does sort of look like her. Lets be honest I look NOTHING like her. And while its true I find her morals to be far below par and her acting to be mediocre at best, I can not deny her beauty. I know I look nothing like her, but when someone tells you that you are beautiful (besides your husband who has to lie to you) and you resemble a celebrity, you don't argue. Bless you bracelet man, bless you. You kind kind soul. please take the entire contents of my wallet you glorious man. It made my day, I pulled off a compliment with ratty hair AND no make up. YAY me lol. So he just wanted a donation. Whatever.
Take a hint Gypsies, THATS how you get my money, tell me im pretty and shower me with compliments...cause goodness knows shoving a smelly torn up cup in my face while I swallow back my vomit is not going to get you anywhere

Giddy Up!

So I decided I was in the mood for a good roller coaster and began a search for theme parks in Italy. Upon my search I stumbled upon this little gold mine.

Excuse me,COWBOY LAND?...in Italia??! Giddy Flippen Up! This place is NO joke. GB and I have noticed some odd fascination Europeans seem to have for Native Americans, not that its not cool, but its weird to me since its from our region. Anyway, this place looks awesome! I must go, I just must. It has a mine train, a mine roller coaster, AND a Cowboy vs. Indian fight. I mean really you already had me at Cowboy,can we say..awesome???? I can't believe this place is real. Cowboy Land, I will find a way to get to you.

If you are as intrigued as me, here is the website.
http://www.parchionline.it/blog/categories/cowboyland/

LAAAAzy

I know I am supposed to be blogging about the last leg of the trip but It's gonna take a while and I can't get motivated to do it. Boo me :(
I am in bed trying to re cooperate from our awesome Bavarian tour. So instead of blogging about the rest of it I am thinking about this handsome fello....

Yes, isn't he so handsome? Aren't I just SO very lucky??? I love this face. I'm awful glad I married him, even when he is grumpy and smelly. He is off taking a test for the Moore School and I am wishing he would come home so I can snuggle him some more.

Emergancy

I inturupt my regular blogging to post this emergency question.

Does anyone know what happens if an aunt crawls inside your ear?
Yes, I am serious. While laying the grass yesterday I felt a few unwanted strangers wonder upon my arms, ants. As I was about to sleep I thought, frig, I can't sleep what if it crawls in one of my facial orifices? I then forced the thought away and said to myself, Meagan you are ridiculous. But was I?
I awoke abruptly from a dream about ants crawling in my ears. I was realived to find it was just a dream. But was it????
GB thinks I am nuts. I don't care. I woke up with a swollen hurting ear...yes a BITE! One must have gone in. I tried to look it up on the internet to see if he could get to my brain. I found one site that said it couldn't travel past my ear drum, while the other described a horrific story of a small boy who got sick and the doctors found ants in his head DEVOURING his brain! FRRRIIIIGGGGG

So for now, I could either be just fine and making a complete idiot of myself as I often do. OR I could be right. I mean I have basically been a hypochondriac my whole life but I bound to be right once, right? If I am, I have a less than compassionate husband who finds my predicament hysterical while I lay in my bed blogging my last blog while some insignificant creature 1 millionth my size mutilates the inside of my skull.

Eat away you blasted ant, I'll just keep learning so my brain will grow, then maybe you will eat yourself to death.

Day 7 Czech Please

Well, my body lasted longer than I thought. So this morning I took it easy while the rest of the gang headed for a castle located about 18 miles outside of Prague. I have spent the morning eating granola,relaxing my muscles in a warm glorious tubby, blogging (as you know), and singing along to Tay Tay. Sad I missed out, but I am ready for the last leg of the trip.

GB brought home a WWII Nazi medal. Yes, you read that right. It only cost 40 bucks. pap got a Soviet Union medal and a sick Soviet knife. Apparently there was a shop of WWII relics. Blast my body, I can't believe I had to miss that. Apparently the castle was awesome but it was freezing and you couldn't go in with paying for a tour.




So for the last day we just wandered around and soaked up the last bit of Prague. The weather warmed up and the sun came out. Once again a good day.


Sorry no highlights for today, but I am SURE there will some in MUNICH! AHHHH MY FAVORITE place! I can't wait. So long Prague, we loved you, truly. Munich...HERE WE COME

Day 6-Beautiful

We woke up to a BEAUTIFUL day! Prague is stunning. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!!!!! The architecture is fabulous and city is so vibrant. We spent the whole day wandering around through churches and castles and small cobble lined streets. This city is my favorite. I adore it. We found a church located in the castle with the most detailed, luminous, stained glass. It was something to behold let me tell you. But NOTHING compared to the Charles bridge. WOW, I mean...WOW. There are no words. It was a great day. We walked and starred and took a nap by the river below a tulip tree. We also tried to get in to see the old Jewish cemetery but you had to pay for this package deal thing we didn't want to do so,we took pics from the outside of the fence.
















After diner we slowly made our way back to the hotel. We once again hit up Charles Bridge since we wanted to see it after dark. Man, I didn't think it could get any more amazing. WRONG! At night...it comes alive. It is hands DOWN the BEST city view I have seen in ALL of Europe. We stopped and listened to the most insane one man I've ever seen. I mean he had a washboard with spoons, a guitar, a harmonica,symbols, and other stuff I could not identify. He sang sweet old songs and lit up my world. I love it. I saw people dancing and laughing and I couldn't stop smiling. This world is awesome. I could have sat there all night. The view, the music, the people...it was surreal. He even sang You are my Sunshine, a personal favorite of mine. My mommy used to sing that to me all the time. It was so great. It was such a romantic walk back with the city view, the lights, and a violin playing. wow.





Highlights:
1: finding this local food. MMMMM sooo good. Best part is, I can make it at home. Its just sausage, potatoes, and sour kraut.

2: Accidently "polishing" my brand new white shoes...yea I did that. IDIOT Oh well, they will get clean eventually, and it was funny
3: Stumbling upon this...unique...statue...yea

4: Finding THIS fella bathing in the local river...yea he washed his personables right as I looked down. SICK

What a GLORIOUS place and what a GLORIOUS day. Life is beautiful isn't it? It blows my mind all the beautiful things and people that the lord has created. I am so blessed to have this amazing opportunity to absorb all these cultures and people. I am one lucky, and very HAPPY girl :)