That was such a good movie. Talking dogs on an adventure through the wilderness… who doesn’t love that?
Anyways this post isn’t about the movie, but is instead about our imminent arrival in Van-town! That’s right folks, as I type this we are one sleep away from getting in a metal tube and hurling ourselves threw the air to North America! See ya later Europe! For the next 2 weeks you can keep your crappy toilets, lightly salted Mcdonalds french fries, rodent infestations and sexually suggestive urinals!
I don’t know what I am most excited for. To see family and friends again, to see my parents dogs, or to eat delicious Anton’s pasta. If you’ve been following this blog religiously (and I doubt that you have) then you will know that the answer is obviously the pasta as food and drink is basically my life. I can almost taste that Manicotti with creamy tomato sauce from here…
Well it’s almost midnight which means that it is almost time to start packing so I will leave it there. Wish us luck as we experience the longest (time change), shortest (winter solstice) day of the year as we wade through the sleeping bags that will be lining the aisles at Heathrow airport.
See you soon!