Tuesday, June 22, 2010
picky
on a sad note, my cat, who was 20 year old died one day when i was wearing the pants. picky, you will be remembered and missed. he was the funniest little cat i ever knew.
bueniiiisima la publicidad, bueniiiiisima!
you know what looks really good with the non-traveling pants? an argentine soccer jersey! yeah for the world cup!! anyone see argentina whoop greece today?? don't forget to watch them beat mexico on sunday!!!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
while jenna was in europe...
I, Kathryn, had a milestone happen in life. John and I got engaged. And yes, I was wearing the non-traveling pants. It feels great to have a wonderful fiance!
before the engagement... we went canoeing
before we took a walk
after we decided, "lets do it!" we went to Moe's for lunch to celebrate
happy day.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
The non-traveling pants travel to europe
I have been back on US soil for about a week now but am just now getting around to updating the blog... better late than never. However, the pants did experience a few adventures worth sharing on their trip to Europe.
There is a saying that goes something like this: "God created the world and then the Dutch created the Netherlands." They dug lots of canals and actually created large amounts of land. Because so much of the country lies below sea level, they actually reclaimed about 1/5 of their land through drainage of lakes. Because of Amsterdam's many canals, tourists often take tours of the city by boat. Being tourists, we decided to do the same. Heidi and I were a little disappointed that our boat had a roof on it so we weren't out in the open air. But soon after the tour began, Heidi noticed the back window open with a ladder leading up to it. She climbed out onto the back of the boat and I thought this seemed like a cool thing to do so I followed. We could see so much more of the city from outside and enjoyed taking lots of pictures. However, going over some of the bridges was kind of scary since there wasn't much space between the top of the boat and the bottom of the bridge. Although we were sitting down, I definitely felt the need to duck a few times. We probably lasted about 15 minutes or so before the captain noticed us. At one of our stops to pick up more people, he had stepped out of the boat and told us that being on the back of the boat wasn't allowed. After we returned to our seats, we were reprimanded in front of the entire boat. The captain, Louis, told us that once there was a guy that got knocked on the back of the head by a bridge and died. Then he continued ... "And I like you girls better alive." So that was the end of our bridge-ducking experience.
The pants also took a day trip outside of Amsterdam, stopping at various towns along the way. One town, Giethoorn, seriously looked like it came out of a fairy tale book. There were no cars, only canals, with houses built alongside them. There was even a Dutch boy riding his bicycle wearing wooden shoes...which our Dutch cousin informed us that she has never actually seen before. She said that the idea of everyone in Holland wearing wooden shoes is similar to her perception that everyone walked around the US in cowboy hats!
In Paris, the pants visited the Catacombs and the Palace at Versailles. Then, while at the airport in Paris, they almost got left behind. I was walking through the airport with my family, holding up the rear as usual. I was busy looking through my passport for the place where they had just stamped me out of Europe, probably thinking about how much it bothers me when instead of placing the stamps neatly on a clean page, they always put them on top of others so you can barely even see them. The rest of my family had already gotten on the train thing that goes between terminals and I decided to hop on too just as the doors were closing. I made it halfway in but my suitcase was definitely still on the ground outside. For a brief moment, I thought my suitcase, with the pants inside, was about to remain in Paris forever. Fortunately, others did not want me to get eaten by the glass doors so as they were closing on my knees, my parents and one other nice lady were pulling on them from both sides. Fortunately, they opened and both me (with a couple of bruises on my knees) and my suitcase made it safely inside. That was a close call for the pants!!!
There is a saying that goes something like this: "God created the world and then the Dutch created the Netherlands." They dug lots of canals and actually created large amounts of land. Because so much of the country lies below sea level, they actually reclaimed about 1/5 of their land through drainage of lakes. Because of Amsterdam's many canals, tourists often take tours of the city by boat. Being tourists, we decided to do the same. Heidi and I were a little disappointed that our boat had a roof on it so we weren't out in the open air. But soon after the tour began, Heidi noticed the back window open with a ladder leading up to it. She climbed out onto the back of the boat and I thought this seemed like a cool thing to do so I followed. We could see so much more of the city from outside and enjoyed taking lots of pictures. However, going over some of the bridges was kind of scary since there wasn't much space between the top of the boat and the bottom of the bridge. Although we were sitting down, I definitely felt the need to duck a few times. We probably lasted about 15 minutes or so before the captain noticed us. At one of our stops to pick up more people, he had stepped out of the boat and told us that being on the back of the boat wasn't allowed. After we returned to our seats, we were reprimanded in front of the entire boat. The captain, Louis, told us that once there was a guy that got knocked on the back of the head by a bridge and died. Then he continued ... "And I like you girls better alive." So that was the end of our bridge-ducking experience.
The pants also took a day trip outside of Amsterdam, stopping at various towns along the way. One town, Giethoorn, seriously looked like it came out of a fairy tale book. There were no cars, only canals, with houses built alongside them. There was even a Dutch boy riding his bicycle wearing wooden shoes...which our Dutch cousin informed us that she has never actually seen before. She said that the idea of everyone in Holland wearing wooden shoes is similar to her perception that everyone walked around the US in cowboy hats!
In Paris, the pants visited the Catacombs and the Palace at Versailles. Then, while at the airport in Paris, they almost got left behind. I was walking through the airport with my family, holding up the rear as usual. I was busy looking through my passport for the place where they had just stamped me out of Europe, probably thinking about how much it bothers me when instead of placing the stamps neatly on a clean page, they always put them on top of others so you can barely even see them. The rest of my family had already gotten on the train thing that goes between terminals and I decided to hop on too just as the doors were closing. I made it halfway in but my suitcase was definitely still on the ground outside. For a brief moment, I thought my suitcase, with the pants inside, was about to remain in Paris forever. Fortunately, others did not want me to get eaten by the glass doors so as they were closing on my knees, my parents and one other nice lady were pulling on them from both sides. Fortunately, they opened and both me (with a couple of bruises on my knees) and my suitcase made it safely inside. That was a close call for the pants!!!
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