Brenna and I have been laughing (in a good way) about how many comments we've gotten on the blog regarding her future hair color. It's made me realize that hair-care and grocery stores and what bus route takes you to the mall are as much a part of "slow travel" as flights to Vienna, museum tours and rental cars on the Romantic Road. I guess I'm trying to say, thanks for hanging out with us and giving a crap about the everyday stuff. It's still the larger part of our lives, just not as easy -- or without thought -- as it was in Los Angeles. When we need milk and toilet paper in Bamberg or Krakow we have to find a store through some elaborate game of charades and slow loud English (with noble attempts at German tossed in), get directions, decide if we need to use public transportation, figure THAT out and go to the store where we then figure out what the hell it is we're actually buying. The second time gets much easier (unless you're me -- the guy who says, "I didn't really like that store. Let's look for a better one next time.")
There's an incredible learning curve first, for this whole year and second, each time we call a new place home. I think we're doing great and generally speaking having a damn good time. We'll see if Brenna agrees after her trip to the salon tomorrow. I'll get pictures...