Addictive Nomad-ity

I finally had the chance to go out on holiday this past weekend. It was by far one of the best weekends ever. We (fellow Wisconsinite Kelley and I) didn't really plan ahead so we didn't have a place to stay the first night. There weren't any hostels still open, nor hotels, nor bed and breakfasts. We snuck into a hostel lounge and slept a cold, nervous night on couches that smelled like "a thousand years of a thousand foreign butts." It was great. We laughed ourselves to sleep, woke early and went out for breakfast. After having getting a warm meal, we set up all our accommodation and bus trip back home.

Highlights of the weekend? Skydiving -- an experience that truly left me speechless, a feat to be admired by all. I highly recommend it to anyone considering it. It's not as scary as you think.

Horseback riding in the mountains, the terrain reeking of frontier and Lord of the Rings backdrop. My horse tried to throw me in the river and my butt is still sore days later from all the trotting, but two hours roaming around the mountains on a horse is definitely worth it.

Struggling to try and take a picture that didn't look like a calendar or postcard. I didn't end up being able to.

Going to Puzzling World, a place that had a real life maze that took us 1 1/2 hours to get through. We were some of the good ones too!

Eating my first fish and chips. They do rule, I don't know why I waited so long to try 'em.

How do we ever decide to settle for one place in the world when there are so many good places to see??