What happened after . . .

Okay, My friends, this is what happened next: After being in utah forever and ever hallelujah I went back to work. This was the end of March. My first trip back was Bruxelles Belgium.

Of course, I had to check out Zara just to see what was going on. This is the dress I fell in love with (and it looks a million times better on) but didn't buy. I will wait to see if it will be sold at the sales in August (yeah right. . .). It was a little too expensive even though I am looking for the perfect summer, spring dress. Too espensive and the material is the kind that when a drop of perspiration gets on it, it shows a midnight dark mark. BAD for summer.

Below is the famous street waffle. I had to try one so I could compare Chris' (Alex's brother, remember the Gelato shop in Provo?) copy cat waffles. Chris' were just as good except the sugar was a little too hard and burnt. I think the waffle itself may have been even better. I sure hope they start selling those!

And since I will be visiting Tepid and all the little cuties over Easter, I had to buy some chocolate from Leonida's. (I have mentioned Leonida's before). I bought some cute chocolate duckies and some fresh creams fro steph. Oh, and some chocolate egss and some bunnies.

Below is the "Motley Crew", termed by one of the flight attendants. Honestly, we were. The only thing we had in common is that we worked for Continental. It's amazing what people I hang out with in this job. Not necesarily negative, but just, you know, amazing.

We ate at this fab Lebanese restaurant down in what appeared to be a cave.

I don't normally go out with the crew but. . .well, lately I have. I've had great gospel discussions, etc etc and at the same time have been discovering some really great restaurants.


Below is the bed at the Sofitel in Hamburg. Notice the lighting. That's all I'm going to say about that.

We stay right next to Town Hall (below). A unique thing about Hamburg is that not very many buildings were destroyed by bombs in the war so there are a lot more older buldings to see.

I met up with a girl named Helen for dinner. I had met her only once in Milano when she was visiting her sister. Her sister is friends with my friend Liv and we all had gone out one night. Helen said if I was ever in Hamburg to shoot her an email and shoot I did. We went to Little Italy, a restaurant near her apartment. The salad was so great I took a picture.

Notice the thick slabs of bacon and the dates and pine nuts. That salad was spectaculi and I had no room for anything else.

Here is cute, hilarious Helen:

This girl slayed me a million times over with her dry clever tongue. This fact alone made me so glad I found her email and met up with her.

This is what I did at the end of March right before I went to Frankfurt April 1st.