tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39172087535655873872024-03-05T18:53:00.361-08:00letters to youA Southern California take on life after college, traveling, family, internet finds and crafts. Written by Nikol Schiller, this personal blog is meant for family and friends to keep up on the ongoings of her life.Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-15706803304180698362011-11-09T20:51:00.000-08:002011-11-09T21:24:32.658-08:00My Southern friend<div>How did I get stuck with such successful friends?</div><div><div><br /></div><div>I've got one in law school at UCLA.</div><div>Another that won a NCAA softball championship.</div><div>And this one here is published in <i>The South Magazine</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stop it, you guys. You're making me look bad.</div><div><br /></div><div>A couple days ago when I got home from work, I found this lovely little magazine waiting for me in the mail.</div><div><br /></div><div>It even had my name on it.</div></div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBnAYloA-CkGH_blAKKrpzpKV_z5kzSR9qhVrW-yh1hrwzuLCAC_as7IXVXhFbKxqgvV09SuBIkGkCbPp1aQoYyZA7zUKuebN44c1-KPqfcpJ5orVKfJnDIKuU5KCrxaMtj3WdXvTF9RA/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673228168446014098" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>My not-so-Southern Southern friend, Anieca, sent it to me, post-it-ed with her published articles and photos!<br /><div><br /><div>Anieca, my dear friend and senior project partner in college, hit the road before we even graduated to be with her fiancé sweetheart who is stationed in Savannah, Georgia. In order to graduate from Cal Poly with a degree in journalism, every journalism student has to complete an internship. Anieca took full advantage of her being in Savannah and hooked herself up with <i>The South Magazine</i> for her internship. Not a bad gig!</div><div><br /></div><div>Now all of her hard interning work is paying off and they're publishing her stuff!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's her adorable bio:</div></div><div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXlcBlZGkrTlFyO8TL4E2-GVgMsMQdZb2PSEIj94oA24Vcq1W91HhjN97pgAdI3uOYdxAFZI6g3zUxIxaHNnOlz4sgphFa0uBCThHWI_19Q5hvOejJdBbp43JRPibrwA2x7kQvVNEnLzI/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673227791729821378" /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">An article she wrote about Savannah's philharmonic's executive director (she also took those photos!!):</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNocAGuZYKrLxdZ_zEVQCLT4VdWMLuC7UlWowaLnsRulHEZibLs475dpgmCtu7j-SJ9Rhv8xyn7tdXAJtFwkCSTuVBBrXQwRgc9mlMWrZ6XSwQ6oAsu8-OkDybI5eay8kroJyPNXBKZnk/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNocAGuZYKrLxdZ_zEVQCLT4VdWMLuC7UlWowaLnsRulHEZibLs475dpgmCtu7j-SJ9Rhv8xyn7tdXAJtFwkCSTuVBBrXQwRgc9mlMWrZ6XSwQ6oAsu8-OkDybI5eay8kroJyPNXBKZnk/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673233199144723122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><div><div>And another article published:</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBD53lK0lr23E2KQbgx9Y9pXfsORn8XZjSVkfc7c_FhJ2uMip05j79inG4RTByyHs2XJpFmq29VkqmEBfwKkpkjq1ixzfeQfm4Gqqlh15J0MK7oPKod_m5iJHY0e0lWhOSJBiCcWmiDik/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBD53lK0lr23E2KQbgx9Y9pXfsORn8XZjSVkfc7c_FhJ2uMip05j79inG4RTByyHs2XJpFmq29VkqmEBfwKkpkjq1ixzfeQfm4Gqqlh15J0MK7oPKod_m5iJHY0e0lWhOSJBiCcWmiDik/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673226929525536498" /></a><br /></div></div></div><div>I feel like a proud mom. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anieca, you're a rockstar.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div></div></div></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-4726071738611269012011-10-31T23:52:00.001-07:002011-11-01T00:06:25.231-07:00Just a quickieHi, my lovelies,<div><br /></div><div>Quick post:</div><div><br /></div><div>Cool messages I've heard recently/read sometime in my life that I wanted to share:</div><div><br /></div><div>Martin Luther King Jr. didn't need Facebook, Twitter or email to have thousands show up to his "I have a dream" speech. (Simon Sinek- check him out in the video below)</div><div><br /></div><div>Picasso painted thousands of paintings. You can probably only think of three of his very famous ones. (Seth Godin)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anne Frank was 13 when she began her diary. Bill Gates was 19 when he cofounded Microsoft. Shakespeare was (probably) 31 when he wrote Romeo and Juliet. Mother Teresa was 40 years old when she founded the Missionaries of Charity. Jack Nicklaus was 46 when he shot 65 to win the Masters. Nelson Mandela was 71 when he was released from prison and went on to become president of South Africa. Michelangelo was 72 when he designed the dome of St. Peter's Basilica. (Matthew Kelly)</div><div><br /></div><div>What does this all mean?</div><div><br /></div><div>You don't need the internet or 700 Facebook friends to really touch someone's life.</div><div><br /></div><div>You won't create something great on your first try.</div><div><br /></div><div>You don't need to be a certain age to do something great. You aren't too old or too young.</div><div><br /></div><div>Go forth, my children, and do good things!! Or just get off the internet and do SOMETHING. </div><div>*On that note: check out this girl's <a href="http://thataustingirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/taking-technology-breaks.html">technology ban video</a>. Hilarious and a great idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxoxoxooxoxoxooxo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-64259937728108220222011-10-13T19:08:00.000-07:002011-10-13T19:26:50.037-07:00Inspire yourselfMy friends,<div><br /></div><div>I have to be honest. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love to blog. But when I'm not doing cool, exciting things like traveling to Prague and Berlin and Vienna or checking out new places to live (HELLO, AUSTIN!), it's hard to find inspiration to blog. What's so great about going to work, coming home, hanging out with my dad and sister and talking to my Robbie on the phone everyday?</div><div><br /></div><div>Not much.</div><div><br /></div><div>No one wants to hear about that kind of stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's hard to get inspired by the regular, routine stuff that goes on in our lives.</div><div><br /></div><div>But what happens when we don't find inspiration in the everyday? </div><div>It's just another day that passes by. Routine. Ordinary.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today at work, my boss coordinated a writing class for whoever wanted to attend. Pretty awesome, right? We spent two hours doing writing exercises, brainstorming business ideas and just sharing about what makes us who we are.</div><div><br /></div><div>Our writing coach shared this video with us:</div><div><br /></div><div><object width="526" height="374"><br /><param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"><br /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><br /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><br /><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"><br /><param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2009X/Blank/SimonSinek_2009X-320k.mp4&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SimonSinek-2009X.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=512&vh=288&ap=0&ti=848&lang=&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=simon_sinek_how_great_leaders_inspire_action;year=2009;theme=a_taste_of_tedx;theme=unconventional_explanations;theme=not_business_as_usual;event=TEDxPuget+Sound+;tag=Business;tag=bullseye;tag=entrepreneur;tag=leadership;tag=sales;tag=selling;tag=success;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"><br /><embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="526" height="374" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talk/stream/2009X/Blank/SimonSinek_2009X-320k.mp4&su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SimonSinek-2009X.embed_thumbnail.jpg&vw=512&vh=288&ap=0&ti=848&lang=&introDuration=15330&adDuration=4000&postAdDuration=830&adKeys=talk=simon_sinek_how_great_leaders_inspire_action;year=2009;theme=a_taste_of_tedx;theme=unconventional_explanations;theme=not_business_as_usual;event=TEDxPuget+Sound+;tag=Business;tag=bullseye;tag=entrepreneur;tag=leadership;tag=sales;tag=selling;tag=success;&preAdTag=tconf.ted/embed;tile=1;sz=512x288;"></embed><br /></object><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This was my tidbit of inspiration for the day. I really could have blown it off as just another part of my day at work, but I really took this video and the writing class to heart.</div><div><br /></div><div>If inspiration doesn't find me during the day, then I better find some sort of inspiration in the day that's been given to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>What inspires you? How do you get inspired?</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo!</div><div><br /></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-13361614668472693532011-10-04T23:00:00.000-07:002011-10-07T07:26:57.933-07:003 of 3: Some Berlin history<div>Dear friends,</div><div><br /></div><div>Kristin and I just flew back to San Francisco today, but I still have so many pictures from our trip to share!</div><div><br /></div><div>On our second day in Berlin, Kristin and I met up with a group from Insider Tour to take a grand tour of Berlin. Our tour guide, Mike, was amazing. He studied the World Wars in college and moved from New Zealand to Berlin to marry his wife, whose family is from Berlin.</div><div><br /></div><div>This guy knew his stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's Kristin and me standing in front of a cathedral in Berlin. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLjI5uoHcCd5tcPqJUkLj1WZ-pKcZ6Pe-vJeV0jYuikoIGLy5F0vGbaiZhXHyAYwsFUQ2PyDVMAlQr4GWam8piXw9b4BRNl6BQrjXabuyvQi172HuI4mh6klwx9BUSqK1kjdpwTW4ibY/s1600/DSC_0428.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixLjI5uoHcCd5tcPqJUkLj1WZ-pKcZ6Pe-vJeV0jYuikoIGLy5F0vGbaiZhXHyAYwsFUQ2PyDVMAlQr4GWam8piXw9b4BRNl6BQrjXabuyvQi172HuI4mh6klwx9BUSqK1kjdpwTW4ibY/s400/DSC_0428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660538781964858066" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33IWaOq-AvV4LW4aLdR-bGXOw4l3C0FhRDj5JpxVguonVvfjQd69WVWhd4wvfL3UyNXile4tdc0o1M6guh5RYcpIAK-bbujpkwouy9iaeTw4iPWA1Mll88teQXOfAdcjVAUblkxHYFqI/s1600/DSC_0429.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33IWaOq-AvV4LW4aLdR-bGXOw4l3C0FhRDj5JpxVguonVvfjQd69WVWhd4wvfL3UyNXile4tdc0o1M6guh5RYcpIAK-bbujpkwouy9iaeTw4iPWA1Mll88teQXOfAdcjVAUblkxHYFqI/s400/DSC_0429.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660520388509833682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-S2tbCm61r4vMcuXaO-P_NBdgLDFm0_ynTm7axE_o_F4o3vflyHtUK22f-2LcTBbraIyx2orwKdvneua3EKfk1ztzMHvbMbHAtYNWSldK6xRVRGYSntyp3s0RlD90yqITxl1nJXusz6Q/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-S2tbCm61r4vMcuXaO-P_NBdgLDFm0_ynTm7axE_o_F4o3vflyHtUK22f-2LcTBbraIyx2orwKdvneua3EKfk1ztzMHvbMbHAtYNWSldK6xRVRGYSntyp3s0RlD90yqITxl1nJXusz6Q/s400/DSC_0430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660514632915865458" /></a><br /><div>One cool thing that Mike pointed out on our tour was the bullet holes EVERYWHERE in Berlin. Since Berlin didn't have a lot of money to repair the devastated buildings, they had to leave what was still standing or repair with the materials they had from the fallen buildings.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vHzA5Q6OpWY4B4kJ-D5nzgLqfl47nuZVEV5GUGsA0qXjvTQ8oMyrN3fJunDD4GP2LJxXI9zxZ7nHIbpmseWJkXhG0TM3JRwox3kU5hyUy9kuhwbX49xiqvSqWPNPXTIR2DIOkb6Athk/s1600/DSC_0435.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6vHzA5Q6OpWY4B4kJ-D5nzgLqfl47nuZVEV5GUGsA0qXjvTQ8oMyrN3fJunDD4GP2LJxXI9zxZ7nHIbpmseWJkXhG0TM3JRwox3kU5hyUy9kuhwbX49xiqvSqWPNPXTIR2DIOkb6Athk/s400/DSC_0435.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660514504830132258" /></a><br /></div><div>Lots of buildings look patchy, like this cathedral. When rebuilding the city, the Berliners used whatever material they could from the destruction to repair the damaged parts on buildings. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66jXv2Xi1pk-_Sy0O77Mq8m8K9mYGwO4UUlyYw4srR4eU5bL5n1l5FeVjING5rfgwqhkdsazAVWoYJPS4sDbrSdDGYkwgVpVvAr6H90KacSUNWdlIjDxFyjjtvpAa5T1akxQW08GyFTY/s1600/DSC_0442.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj66jXv2Xi1pk-_Sy0O77Mq8m8K9mYGwO4UUlyYw4srR4eU5bL5n1l5FeVjING5rfgwqhkdsazAVWoYJPS4sDbrSdDGYkwgVpVvAr6H90KacSUNWdlIjDxFyjjtvpAa5T1akxQW08GyFTY/s400/DSC_0442.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660514345630162386" /></a><br /></div><div>When Kristin and I were on the train ride to Berlin, we sat with an older German man (we didn't catch his name!) for a couple of hours. He studied law at Humbolt University.</div><div><br /></div><div>Come to find out on our tour, this is a pretty prestigious law school and the site of where student-organized <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazi_book_burnings">book burnings</a> took place as Hitler took over.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoHiKCmwPP9vd5oAx7bCYoKc3DMOJ9lozuv0l2g7TnN7mQwJ93i5tTdYFRhgQhlnDdBb5G5WFpEhBQSnygR9s0e1qTbHkSOZKHIus4TMSdKNjzUjnP04H_dkxxXBbN36bUkQfMax_fz0/s1600/DSC_0448.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtoHiKCmwPP9vd5oAx7bCYoKc3DMOJ9lozuv0l2g7TnN7mQwJ93i5tTdYFRhgQhlnDdBb5G5WFpEhBQSnygR9s0e1qTbHkSOZKHIus4TMSdKNjzUjnP04H_dkxxXBbN36bUkQfMax_fz0/s400/DSC_0448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660514093386808530" /></a><br /></div><div>At Humbolt, there's a neat memorial for the Nazi book burnings. Beneath this piece of glass are a ton of empty bookshelves that represent how many books were burned during the burnings at Humbolt. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJMitk3OWcNKRsra1YqT5a3y1Z47fBE5RGp_iZAkVjDk7MzW8Vsi0XJr-Jouf9cWsCHI-8lZg0ljWptf_bzEQQ0SuYVJtGVeKWEzJYBkO60d8xbdObdSVS5W5vngRlJq4_FXk0WeqbKo/s1600/DSC_0450.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJMitk3OWcNKRsra1YqT5a3y1Z47fBE5RGp_iZAkVjDk7MzW8Vsi0XJr-Jouf9cWsCHI-8lZg0ljWptf_bzEQQ0SuYVJtGVeKWEzJYBkO60d8xbdObdSVS5W5vngRlJq4_FXk0WeqbKo/s400/DSC_0450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660513968713086994" /></a><br /></div><div>Oh- did I mention the Schiller clan is FAMOUS?!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKoMdCgau2TspkuO14L0-YBqqpXjKg6wKUJAnzVYYS2GHseYHlRDhiY6RwNFxPq3foOl9Q6eqcRhIhK5Iw7cRIWWD10EKQikrm9OPrlaY2jA1v2OVNSM7FJGCIn8pCRpCZKVwgRgozIQ/s1600/DSC_0452.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsKoMdCgau2TspkuO14L0-YBqqpXjKg6wKUJAnzVYYS2GHseYHlRDhiY6RwNFxPq3foOl9Q6eqcRhIhK5Iw7cRIWWD10EKQikrm9OPrlaY2jA1v2OVNSM7FJGCIn8pCRpCZKVwgRgozIQ/s400/DSC_0452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660513841405026306" /></a><br /></div><div>Everywhere in Berlin I saw my last name.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDsy3jJwpTjd7DaUyd9rBqT1QkBNeJ7wmhfAftXYE_R6F6X6GLg94EinjFiKVAZdgk1k8bcck9c15mHLMOCLp8bG3WdHwpFdpUyG4mirTyNEZUN6M8C3WdQWQ0o0ssf7GV_WCWhTMLQ4/s1600/DSC_0457.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDsy3jJwpTjd7DaUyd9rBqT1QkBNeJ7wmhfAftXYE_R6F6X6GLg94EinjFiKVAZdgk1k8bcck9c15mHLMOCLp8bG3WdHwpFdpUyG4mirTyNEZUN6M8C3WdQWQ0o0ssf7GV_WCWhTMLQ4/s400/DSC_0457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660513589990729922" /></a><br /></div><div>Here's our awesome tour guide Mike. He's explaining the difference between Western and Eastern Germany and West and East Berlin by drawing us a chalk map.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-wULxHDamXWBa3g6xCHN1qpFCDfBgvAmJ4HZ9Gub0rGxVfAJsMovtUYtNa0lEqH9VwAcHCLxDtvLvVs1zOiLhCvVSuZj4OoPrq5jV9ALI_lYLK8sb4dUdf-eq09fP8fnDL0iBah8eHE/s1600/DSC_0466.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-wULxHDamXWBa3g6xCHN1qpFCDfBgvAmJ4HZ9Gub0rGxVfAJsMovtUYtNa0lEqH9VwAcHCLxDtvLvVs1zOiLhCvVSuZj4OoPrq5jV9ALI_lYLK8sb4dUdf-eq09fP8fnDL0iBah8eHE/s400/DSC_0466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660513360521848434" /></a><br /></div><div>Wherever the wall once stood in Berlin is a double-brick line. Here I am standing in East and West Berlin at the same time.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Politely, Mike pointed out that technically I wasn't standing in East and West Berlin because I didn't take into account the no-man's-land death strip that was on the Eastern side of the wall, but hey- technicalities. Tomato-tomahto.) </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhK5dT_Cej7Se20xi_rxiO-JQt92WiXc2fNEFJPoVpuMm8E5Ui5-J3R9KIyQWyVs3OFWUtDl0KBbklrpMEVgaAfHPvv11nyqP1IdReeHOZDWtCQUaETpFfkmBqOzngJlBOYS2Vwr1MTo/s1600/DSC_0474.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhK5dT_Cej7Se20xi_rxiO-JQt92WiXc2fNEFJPoVpuMm8E5Ui5-J3R9KIyQWyVs3OFWUtDl0KBbklrpMEVgaAfHPvv11nyqP1IdReeHOZDWtCQUaETpFfkmBqOzngJlBOYS2Vwr1MTo/s400/DSC_0474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660512816115633890" /></a><br /></div><div>Kristin and me standing in front of the wall.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><u><br /></u></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iDiio_5X40xhqHdxEgZiAq3j0GeU0UHkyVlQC1OCeXC6bScAWr0O2syoxt6dY1PbwhZlumLS6nqYLAK_yFp7HYpwIL2i2sqTGOjr6Y3X4EOPdCQx_HC0AeeBkw6EKHrOeCLkho4lZpE/s1600/DSC_0486.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3iDiio_5X40xhqHdxEgZiAq3j0GeU0UHkyVlQC1OCeXC6bScAWr0O2syoxt6dY1PbwhZlumLS6nqYLAK_yFp7HYpwIL2i2sqTGOjr6Y3X4EOPdCQx_HC0AeeBkw6EKHrOeCLkho4lZpE/s400/DSC_0486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660512598159609234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2G-_Eo0lTdKh2-VPV9n8kxAci5GoA7LnTumZdmWdz88kPk2Jmn5VS7H2BlbaV33eXhAisNkPqSjxMNAsWvSVJcpnNEiRbj72MJG4gaCxT_HVArwHaaOyZn1_wwyfR1irD0QedfOxNmPE/s1600/DSC_0487.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2G-_Eo0lTdKh2-VPV9n8kxAci5GoA7LnTumZdmWdz88kPk2Jmn5VS7H2BlbaV33eXhAisNkPqSjxMNAsWvSVJcpnNEiRbj72MJG4gaCxT_HVArwHaaOyZn1_wwyfR1irD0QedfOxNmPE/s400/DSC_0487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660512451992296402" /></a><br /></div><div>This mural was pretty interesting. The mural in the background at the House of Ministries is communist life in theory. Everyone's working, happy and equal.</div><div><br /></div><div>The huge photo in the foreground is communist life in reality in 1953. </div><div><br /></div><div>In 1953, there was an uprising against communism. Work quotas were upped and workers were threatened with a pay cut if the quotas weren't met. Outraged workers went on strike and protested outside of the House of Ministries and eventually Soviet tanks came in and shot at the workers. </div><div><br /></div><div>More than 100 were killed.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKUk5o4iNox5OPvvnJLWPiGH2G3pZcEidAdGxKk5YpmvnOyHme0zkOWZeTc8r_MXpmP0KKnC2QzotYjk5xbNBMX-IBM2B-gZjy4ORh2DyXq3YnnCROusyrUZn_k54rLqjV2Jn-CJukL0/s1600/DSC_0489.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdKUk5o4iNox5OPvvnJLWPiGH2G3pZcEidAdGxKk5YpmvnOyHme0zkOWZeTc8r_MXpmP0KKnC2QzotYjk5xbNBMX-IBM2B-gZjy4ORh2DyXq3YnnCROusyrUZn_k54rLqjV2Jn-CJukL0/s400/DSC_0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660051223333917730" /></a><br /></div><div>Doesn't the House of Ministries remind you of the Ministry of Magic in Harry Potter?</div><div><br /></div><div>Just saying...</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's the mural up close. You can see the politician shaking hands with the day laborer and the guys working on the railroad are smiling.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cqPdhMUuJU-mkePXACEnzJHFvlOXOfSbffmyNSptsWBUtp1wQDYGhtuid3995nvvNMIJvbBLT9ihJmuYL74wfOQCTmWPzaotaiQk-MyOkdt51ecdSSGJezxdOnQTGWv23FuTNgqYKlc/s1600/DSC_0491.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cqPdhMUuJU-mkePXACEnzJHFvlOXOfSbffmyNSptsWBUtp1wQDYGhtuid3995nvvNMIJvbBLT9ihJmuYL74wfOQCTmWPzaotaiQk-MyOkdt51ecdSSGJezxdOnQTGWv23FuTNgqYKlc/s400/DSC_0491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660050561356364802" /></a><br /></div><div>After taking a walk around the Ministry of Magic- I mean, the House of Ministries, we went to the Memorial of the Murdered Jews in the middle of the city.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are thousands of concrete slabs the size of coffins that are different sizes. You start out on one side, that's supposed to represent the 1930s, and walk through to the other side. As you walk down the aisles, the slabs get higher and higher and the ground gets lower and lower.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's pretty powerful.</div><div><br /></div><div>The higher slabs in the middle as you're walking to the 1940s side are supposed to represent the higher number of Jewish people killed.</div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQP3t4-4wgeD1z0nH_iot3pP0yRwJqEk1TJ0fgDUW3xxd6BEVOlULFjwV4QiIazTPeOBxSD_G1fykChBP756Cj0svVQ6AMxNDlAMO16oh7fOvTrLT8lTEzLwjKc4fGEe2u3P8lNn_TgQ/s400/DSC_0496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660049084608631682" /><br /></div><div>As you continue walking, the slabs get smaller and the ground evens out. There are trees on the 1940s side and the slabs even continue onto the sidewalk.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp22iK9vfA25CPvRKBCF9h6UZ8_Vn5GZCrBG2BDMX9L7e7q17fSfRLdlm6_17STUIxqoWjXVqIL50DwEAb3aOp-oYcb2w7bUAufpl6m6c44wTsip8NUYQVMDGm9O_BTmt2kPiEojsg8uo/s1600/DSC_0503.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp22iK9vfA25CPvRKBCF9h6UZ8_Vn5GZCrBG2BDMX9L7e7q17fSfRLdlm6_17STUIxqoWjXVqIL50DwEAb3aOp-oYcb2w7bUAufpl6m6c44wTsip8NUYQVMDGm9O_BTmt2kPiEojsg8uo/s400/DSC_0503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660049651345386978" /></a><br /></div><div>The continuing slabs remind us that we will never forget the tragedy of the Holocaust.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-0A5aAjCbOVn0WvyikteJ8B59a8nv-ZIQQAdABIskarsB9TceQuy7gTD6QysI6oWbOS_agXjjxGoSSDRbsG6v_8DFxqB19U3bJmnKOksEVI4ivoUHLx3MrBIcVMk-9b3H3WD_mmSPU8/s1600/DSC_0502.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj-0A5aAjCbOVn0WvyikteJ8B59a8nv-ZIQQAdABIskarsB9TceQuy7gTD6QysI6oWbOS_agXjjxGoSSDRbsG6v_8DFxqB19U3bJmnKOksEVI4ivoUHLx3MrBIcVMk-9b3H3WD_mmSPU8/s400/DSC_0502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659886146210654914" /></a><br /></div><div>Definitely one of my favorite memorials. As you're walking through the aisles of concrete and you look down a row, the slabs aren't perfectly lined up so some stick out, making them look like tombs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Again, powerful stuff.</div><div><br /></div><div>We ended our tour in Paris Square and took a look at the Brandenburg Gate</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VtP4NrNW2Qv_qXk1oh0kKUrOUVECUmbfNh7ioQyH9EdKAGTwhnL72jph7Wprlej_475Fcff_bAz2aT-eQXDSaXNUY5TKVXIMZJPoafuqm5aBwpa4Jr87X7jkqgjcvKskkzO_tqo29hk/s1600/DSC_0505.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VtP4NrNW2Qv_qXk1oh0kKUrOUVECUmbfNh7ioQyH9EdKAGTwhnL72jph7Wprlej_475Fcff_bAz2aT-eQXDSaXNUY5TKVXIMZJPoafuqm5aBwpa4Jr87X7jkqgjcvKskkzO_tqo29hk/s400/DSC_0505.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659885675859746498" /></a><br /></div><div>Back in the 1800s, Napolean took the Roman goddess on top of the Brandenburg Gate back to Paris but then was returned to Berlin after the Prussians beat Napolean.</div><div><br /></div><div>How Napolean got that big statue off the Brandenburg Gate blows my mind.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJMdgqBal8oQhiw46BTOf_657F0lOx5aUcztzENOFcn_lrHEvWbXK-ZEhiB3_ljuEZ0YcYEy0Gis5j3nccmrp7hk44fJZkR7odQkhx3tm6SY9VLp8Id1fj-Yp-Tlshg8tzKfNp7KAzsM/s1600/DSC_0506.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinJMdgqBal8oQhiw46BTOf_657F0lOx5aUcztzENOFcn_lrHEvWbXK-ZEhiB3_ljuEZ0YcYEy0Gis5j3nccmrp7hk44fJZkR7odQkhx3tm6SY9VLp8Id1fj-Yp-Tlshg8tzKfNp7KAzsM/s400/DSC_0506.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659885469166557202" /></a><br /></div><div>Kristin and I spent the rest of the afternoon at the Pergamon Museum checking out replicas of Greek art and architecture. The Pergamon was pretty awesome.</div><div><br /></div><div>More Berlin photos to come!</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxooxoxo</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-28184451246241203282011-10-03T23:41:00.000-07:002011-10-04T11:51:01.181-07:003 of 3: Berlin's Rosenstrausse<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Dearest friends,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When Kristin and I got to Berlin, we had a huge checklist of things we wanted to see.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One thing that was REALLY important to Kristin was seeing Rosenstrausse.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">After wandering around for about 30 minutes and thinking that some fancy restaurants were built on top of Rosenstrausse, we finally came across this beauty of a sign:</div><div><br /></div></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOojPX3qMG0qiWGABWKMKyWIaTjVMVl6uC_Fvg6yCLM_i7indNF1MvwfyjCltVgMWauII3Occ_oEK2ectdcMi59C8UsX6hqMHG0zSfWSiHX87c8XjR_LRDyMbm6XcvFwhERgDAawkgJpc/s400/DSC_0413.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659524942630362818" /><div><br /></div><div>When Kristin was in high school and college, she did a report and a speech on a protest that was held on this street. During World War II, there were many Jewish husbands that were taken away from their non-Jewish wives for deportation. Some, in fact, had been deported already to Auschwitz.</div><div><br /></div><div>Instead of staying silent about their husbands' deportation, the non-Jewish wives protested. They stood outside the building where their husbands were being held and during the week that they demanded their husbands be released, nearly 6,000 wives, relatives and friends showed up to protest.</div><div><br /></div><div>Since the Nazis didn't want the news of the protest to spread (bad for propaganda, of course), they decided to release the men back to their wives. Even the men who were already deported were pulled from their concentration camps and reunited with their wives.</div><div><br /></div><div>You go, girls.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's Kristin finally seeing the memorial she had seen so many times in pictures while doing her reports:<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2lcyNtpeFD-6FynaGvPnlqCi4h1_LA06X9ILn5cdgmkHka7YXInpe3wJr4fjgmHsVnHGVcUKRxOoORkD4YW1I50cseEWcO8nljAmZznFc4HtRHIGh5jCS9218LmH4qhU50mX9zpze6M/s1600/DSC_0415.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO2lcyNtpeFD-6FynaGvPnlqCi4h1_LA06X9ILn5cdgmkHka7YXInpe3wJr4fjgmHsVnHGVcUKRxOoORkD4YW1I50cseEWcO8nljAmZznFc4HtRHIGh5jCS9218LmH4qhU50mX9zpze6M/s400/DSC_0415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659524652467735938" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMUllcRKCLuk8o9AfjPJIEbyeHPuIGpfUMfdd8Oe2Qzx2ZXAmvz-wAPSfxu3-lX7bZIT__henKbMwoxv31o0sjvmcbcdp9QdvHV69G5uwaj2gHiEgMvgQX0KGbWYXiS-8WIMYf5MZpgw/s1600/DSC_0417.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSMUllcRKCLuk8o9AfjPJIEbyeHPuIGpfUMfdd8Oe2Qzx2ZXAmvz-wAPSfxu3-lX7bZIT__henKbMwoxv31o0sjvmcbcdp9QdvHV69G5uwaj2gHiEgMvgQX0KGbWYXiS-8WIMYf5MZpgw/s400/DSC_0417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659524371276993906" /></a><br /></div><div>Since the memorial was in German, Kristin whipped out her iPhone so she could relay some of the stories about the protest to me.</div><div><br /></div><div>She was my own personal tour guide!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65VwtdmAyPXOg42TSykacSxaEuNWFT0RqRnca_4kK9hgXU5acmZ7ZNovxBfy-26ipHr4G6bIqkYsTe1kpf7iVyRTZ7hXvGNWWcfCVYI2rwVzBIapwdqQQ5MEU9mUEqo2gLcRObzrZkRU/s1600/DSC_0419.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65VwtdmAyPXOg42TSykacSxaEuNWFT0RqRnca_4kK9hgXU5acmZ7ZNovxBfy-26ipHr4G6bIqkYsTe1kpf7iVyRTZ7hXvGNWWcfCVYI2rwVzBIapwdqQQ5MEU9mUEqo2gLcRObzrZkRU/s400/DSC_0419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659524088516972450" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmBri8cy06301ycVemaVk3LGM76DQC5_4OxVvnhOwTrYBEpovVVeFOc97O1e6umFmng8Q5FESl91kb9LmTide4kNo1B7buFJN4xSMMByzWIZzv4B1al6gdtXg-E8a2H34mFPlPaOZDQE/s1600/DSC_0421.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOmBri8cy06301ycVemaVk3LGM76DQC5_4OxVvnhOwTrYBEpovVVeFOc97O1e6umFmng8Q5FESl91kb9LmTide4kNo1B7buFJN4xSMMByzWIZzv4B1al6gdtXg-E8a2H34mFPlPaOZDQE/s400/DSC_0421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659523827119824802" /></a><br /></div></div><div>Just one sight of many! </div><div><br /></div><div>More stories to come soon!</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-33079224403600668802011-10-02T23:05:00.000-07:002011-10-03T00:48:52.819-07:002 of 3: Continued: Prague's Castle!<div>Dear friends,</div><div><br /></div><div>Prague, with its polka-like music and cobble-stoned streets and amazingly delicious food and funny souvenir shops, reminded Kristin and I a lot of Disneyland. </div><div><br /></div><div>When we came across this funny little band on our morning walk to the castle (Disneyland also has a castle!!) we definitely felt like we were at the happiest place on earth. </div><div><br /></div><div>Except we were in Prague, which is way cooler.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-prNXV8pcicwZ2VnyhkmjWhBnUl5su4P6BoS7B149vTm4Ggh-aUf5ovZXHuseelGFaDEQFYd0_Va-_Y-Tpa-yRN7NSWryddzdLYwZklEHSRUDN7c67RkgfAIYXKx2dRM1_5Hjp4mU_0k/s1600/DSC_0210.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-prNXV8pcicwZ2VnyhkmjWhBnUl5su4P6BoS7B149vTm4Ggh-aUf5ovZXHuseelGFaDEQFYd0_Va-_Y-Tpa-yRN7NSWryddzdLYwZklEHSRUDN7c67RkgfAIYXKx2dRM1_5Hjp4mU_0k/s400/DSC_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659164904865618914" /></a><br /><div>There were two girls dancing to this band and they were doing what looked like a line dance but way less country and way more foreign. </div><div><br /></div><div>For those of you who are uniformed about the way castles work, they're built on top of a hill.</div><div><br /></div><div>To get to the castle, you have to climb that hill.</div><div><br /></div><div>Two days later, my feet are still sore and bruised.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's Kristin and I climbing the beginning of what felt like a thousand stairs up to the castle.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15TjOekhcFwmRPhUCvJDyr0Zkr8JRBpmqM1Zx_CUyw8p3v4Zd6M1qs-i8FPIBFGZm5xqpGxABidDK0d5npZsQnspJyt95AV4STVbzqGkm84j3_YtCaukvVoFX251ooJC7KQx1B_AOxMs/s1600/DSC_0215.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15TjOekhcFwmRPhUCvJDyr0Zkr8JRBpmqM1Zx_CUyw8p3v4Zd6M1qs-i8FPIBFGZm5xqpGxABidDK0d5npZsQnspJyt95AV4STVbzqGkm84j3_YtCaukvVoFX251ooJC7KQx1B_AOxMs/s400/DSC_0215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659152205822562834" /></a><br /></div><div>Taking pictures on the way up was definitely an excuse to stop and catch our breath.</div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih-k0NmFJNHqBt_TaRD9pG2Lw9lOXxh9W6xf_x0WwFnTSh3zgfQDLlGiRCwkwlETqaXrN3H302CMR4eOT1jvhB7KlJqof-hLARSKroJ8-XPBFuNQHtgycMyU0GISezOwgcHKrQ4gz_N_w/s400/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659149604891835506" /><br /></div><div>When we FINALLY got to the top, we came across this beauty:</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTHNcfdjvDroBnAeV_hyJ9lvY02lc4qlXl5D9f-J_k7tvBavnWoBkAhgSYzkdXm__x8E5i8YpYFhVdWBOS3pSx_cv27dVpNC115Gviw5Xp8OXL5vfaBeSTMba1GLOzsLQNwBXwI2rAsnI/s400/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659149203995172402" /><br /></div><div>The cathedral at the castle was so massive that even crouching down to take a picture of it couldn't get the whole building. </div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously, pictures do not do Prague justice.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kristin and I in the royal gardens:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi724nc0OgR0mwGpn0O-bNCWt2OqcW8ffSsz2-IQ9zmVpUghrGipIjaa0fXoHUD3vsBJPKS13xSk2pg15R8ik3_xON-sEPE4g7LRFpjVa-hfFat_ap6kITecUCFcqBhAsSp714DcnO-pno/s1600/DSC_0238.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi724nc0OgR0mwGpn0O-bNCWt2OqcW8ffSsz2-IQ9zmVpUghrGipIjaa0fXoHUD3vsBJPKS13xSk2pg15R8ik3_xON-sEPE4g7LRFpjVa-hfFat_ap6kITecUCFcqBhAsSp714DcnO-pno/s400/DSC_0238.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659151935062476402" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Since we couldn't enter the cathedral or castle until 1:00 in the afternoon, we trekked back down the dreaded stairs to grab a bite to eat at a medieval tavern. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS5AAXihkTzVoji0Hq8tmZY25W6M03D97OIiYSNVBFQP5OPYRLbFw8RkV7FLFlHArH6axnKIZ4L2jEGdstzdzY0es1xbD5yg7341brgQIODidvgxkbPrkV3u9wSx55iplG9xTnL_yCyq0/s1600/DSC_0254.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS5AAXihkTzVoji0Hq8tmZY25W6M03D97OIiYSNVBFQP5OPYRLbFw8RkV7FLFlHArH6axnKIZ4L2jEGdstzdzY0es1xbD5yg7341brgQIODidvgxkbPrkV3u9wSx55iplG9xTnL_yCyq0/s400/DSC_0254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659148616394567714" /></a><br /></div><div>When we ordered duck and dumplings for two, our waitress asked if we wanted a whole or half. She said that half was enough for two.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had no clue what "whole" or "half" meant, but apparently it meant a whole duck or half duck.</div><div><br /></div><div>And my goodness, half a duck was more than enough for FOUR people. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGIQ45alcqmk3SB8pyDxbHsSbb3lP7RmyqfZZtri7MdO7KcbMwz_2WvwCJKkZtxnMBGpMURbgIPzh_p0175XKhdoleHdkD_dhMA7CBqnVbxf6Vq0kD5vor5RfjJUZPJkYcZBU0DoSvm5Q/s1600/DSC_0257.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGIQ45alcqmk3SB8pyDxbHsSbb3lP7RmyqfZZtri7MdO7KcbMwz_2WvwCJKkZtxnMBGpMURbgIPzh_p0175XKhdoleHdkD_dhMA7CBqnVbxf6Vq0kD5vor5RfjJUZPJkYcZBU0DoSvm5Q/s400/DSC_0257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659148330107942994" /></a><br /></div><div>We didn't even eat half of our half duck. It was amazingly delicious, though!</div><div><br /></div><div>The duck with the dumplings and cranberries... YUM.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkNFHDIa3cvjWeNDz-rJ2NlF01Q91qi6mFRwPw3Ufx_o7S3SOra4TtS9PqX3u3cHc-mXeqgNIjorZeEtws3yQlAACLfd6tq1rz6FTHB7_2Tjn_0c4v9ipNMJAFLm8x9i6t-zAm2iuF_Tc/s1600/DSC_0258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkNFHDIa3cvjWeNDz-rJ2NlF01Q91qi6mFRwPw3Ufx_o7S3SOra4TtS9PqX3u3cHc-mXeqgNIjorZeEtws3yQlAACLfd6tq1rz6FTHB7_2Tjn_0c4v9ipNMJAFLm8x9i6t-zAm2iuF_Tc/s400/DSC_0258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659147762782112866" /></a><br /></div><div>While most of the Czech people we met were very nice, our waitress at our tavern was not. She wouldn't accept my credit card even though she brought out the card swiper because she saw that we had cash.</div><div><br /></div><div>What a beez.</div><div><br /></div><div>We didn't leave a tip. Rude, I know. But she had it coming.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just before 1:00, we headed back up the stairs (OW) to go explore the castle and cathedral. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncugvfCmCCBROSvVe9kUYnPyGLGZzflOFI119cFbGmJ8_-9Z6OJOxT-VQdwZpanLEejKGIAEbsDMQKJO7nNJ_JkKsL_nAv08Idciqm0rU6FBIyG23aJmQLp1zPwEVLSeC4Iq7MmVLsPU/s1600/DSC_0260.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncugvfCmCCBROSvVe9kUYnPyGLGZzflOFI119cFbGmJ8_-9Z6OJOxT-VQdwZpanLEejKGIAEbsDMQKJO7nNJ_JkKsL_nAv08Idciqm0rU6FBIyG23aJmQLp1zPwEVLSeC4Iq7MmVLsPU/s400/DSC_0260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659147392273154386" /></a><br /></div><div>The cathedral was massive. And crowded.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWD1JZr899sRwwRJLz7Cx7CeaX2IXtjTJCx41JrCvrH17sKOLIbU1BVmVj5wDFzhp1cyxzeSLDurQdpGkm_q5rcXNTBQxjTjkc1eqxIi2oyrHLpM81UeH2CjBY3Wokzofiyk7TvihxQQ/s1600/DSC_0274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWD1JZr899sRwwRJLz7Cx7CeaX2IXtjTJCx41JrCvrH17sKOLIbU1BVmVj5wDFzhp1cyxzeSLDurQdpGkm_q5rcXNTBQxjTjkc1eqxIi2oyrHLpM81UeH2CjBY3Wokzofiyk7TvihxQQ/s400/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659146993650171858" /></a><br /></div><div>The castle had the most amazing views.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEhAP3F0JnzSnK0TPYtfAqOCb_TH6Zml6GB_93O-lX2Nclo3X6D_oi7lnwgj-Om2uvsV1T8KiOesAX0R25cBm7TUpQR9iANasRDwyWpf2AbJN1gdJtBPXrra61zelEgm6RUulJiNNcqc/s1600/DSC_0295.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEhAP3F0JnzSnK0TPYtfAqOCb_TH6Zml6GB_93O-lX2Nclo3X6D_oi7lnwgj-Om2uvsV1T8KiOesAX0R25cBm7TUpQR9iANasRDwyWpf2AbJN1gdJtBPXrra61zelEgm6RUulJiNNcqc/s400/DSC_0295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659146495290487234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlSuG2yPEaljuwAI68sSzXmjbqh_eCLJipynKKMkYrzw-JxWxrsKVugaJzVihyphenhyphenbMk3kZYdaq8k6lklq93DEtfQIrd5LYiwvnhipDEP22lUFyU_teHGo8iiU7gfUoScTT-f5Ax5o72bxs/s1600/DSC_0301.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJlSuG2yPEaljuwAI68sSzXmjbqh_eCLJipynKKMkYrzw-JxWxrsKVugaJzVihyphenhyphenbMk3kZYdaq8k6lklq93DEtfQIrd5LYiwvnhipDEP22lUFyU_teHGo8iiU7gfUoScTT-f5Ax5o72bxs/s400/DSC_0301.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659146166766135954" /></a><br /></div><div>(I love that you can see the river in the background!!)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0flgmuT0LhhFiFyYZB6jO_zUnf6uXku9H8kRJbps6TDSW8RPTbTvSBzZQiui4JB-3ncFDRnTfc9P1yiSx3kTNnZkghreqIGkMDrgXhaZTB3LUV8oOTeEFJhk3_viEaO1P_UqXZ_IMn5s/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0flgmuT0LhhFiFyYZB6jO_zUnf6uXku9H8kRJbps6TDSW8RPTbTvSBzZQiui4JB-3ncFDRnTfc9P1yiSx3kTNnZkghreqIGkMDrgXhaZTB3LUV8oOTeEFJhk3_viEaO1P_UqXZ_IMn5s/s400/DSC_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659145768457622386" /></a><br /></div><div>Throwing pennies in the wishing well. They were American pennies, of course!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4bKBEa25xxzKG2wVGs7jTe0yRmDSMGHZQTS9TaCiT4VWmwOC3U1-BsWoQnaMva3_iGS2pNj1GTzHyCLvW4s9wGFz6t_RFwJkti4diqXzugDiH84A5Ms19wMIqYpGh5p2O1AvqzXHgmnA/s1600/DSC_0308.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4bKBEa25xxzKG2wVGs7jTe0yRmDSMGHZQTS9TaCiT4VWmwOC3U1-BsWoQnaMva3_iGS2pNj1GTzHyCLvW4s9wGFz6t_RFwJkti4diqXzugDiH84A5Ms19wMIqYpGh5p2O1AvqzXHgmnA/s400/DSC_0308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659145398635026914" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtlF79WUwoyvRSGuV4u28kc2l92bDBYC82vqTyUfgKu8iCK5bsG-lViyf7PIGevA8-A5RGxwwJojv4yfiEdgB0FMcuqQbwpKg_5DrHd4W5rBtZj4GfWER_bFFXXru2n96K8I9b-fiApQ/s1600/DSC_0309.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOtlF79WUwoyvRSGuV4u28kc2l92bDBYC82vqTyUfgKu8iCK5bsG-lViyf7PIGevA8-A5RGxwwJojv4yfiEdgB0FMcuqQbwpKg_5DrHd4W5rBtZj4GfWER_bFFXXru2n96K8I9b-fiApQ/s400/DSC_0309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659144602860645618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1ILyxy0WbF9pT4JFyH805OS4HSw24_-pwhl9Os1P10gNO4VGqYzbE9GgUJRTCysC64U85-PWjyo3YhBphB-uV9bJvhsoZ67PXXEdpB8FJHOxpPlhbPnqoz-qyhvo4lfjdkFuDKZEWTI/s1600/DSC_0318.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj1ILyxy0WbF9pT4JFyH805OS4HSw24_-pwhl9Os1P10gNO4VGqYzbE9GgUJRTCysC64U85-PWjyo3YhBphB-uV9bJvhsoZ67PXXEdpB8FJHOxpPlhbPnqoz-qyhvo4lfjdkFuDKZEWTI/s400/DSC_0318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659144106251794274" /></a><br /></div><div>After our castle tour, we took a break until our romantic dinner cruise where we got to see the castle lit up.</div><div><br /></div><div>What surprised Kristin and I was how dark it was at night. For being such a huge city, there were very few lights at night, making it very romantic and VERY hard to take pictures.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7CkKIEhzM1q6pFefUDmwLmLpDfJXxJnsu3EZN9dhhp6YiKo6IpDgsSkQnNk3Zi5E7oExXlhWogw25VjsogkANugwtYEnIY-DWM_8Lah_U68_t1_c-uA0t20ZNYxf4pHEPOJpK9cz-pw/s1600/DSC_0333.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7CkKIEhzM1q6pFefUDmwLmLpDfJXxJnsu3EZN9dhhp6YiKo6IpDgsSkQnNk3Zi5E7oExXlhWogw25VjsogkANugwtYEnIY-DWM_8Lah_U68_t1_c-uA0t20ZNYxf4pHEPOJpK9cz-pw/s400/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659143381268912994" /></a><br /></div><div>Now... BERLIN!</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxoxo</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-39605581764723371232011-09-30T15:14:00.000-07:002011-09-30T23:55:53.626-07:002 of 3: Prague's Old Town<div>My friends,</div><div><br /></div><div>We made it to Prague and MY GOODNESS, it's a beautiful place.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kristin and I woke up again at 5 a.m. For the life of us, we can't get used to the time change! Our internal clocks are confused and mad at us.</div><div><br /></div><div>Breakfast in Vienna and Prague have been amazing. Every morning we wake up and can't wait to eat cheeses and meats and fresh fruit for breakfast.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here we are at 7 a.m. after being up for two hours eating breakfast at our adorable hotel in Prague.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtMyTIJGo8HEW-7qOzXIjZTQmLWwr-V9EuF_NRnC_-ctNoDKp4pNgSdBrR0oU8vyXB1hRh7N4foivj6d6QE_YUC8-_cU_7UCe9xss9S6a-K35b6wAElYHoPpIHg7aae70KKfr-JIGB-Q/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibtMyTIJGo8HEW-7qOzXIjZTQmLWwr-V9EuF_NRnC_-ctNoDKp4pNgSdBrR0oU8vyXB1hRh7N4foivj6d6QE_YUC8-_cU_7UCe9xss9S6a-K35b6wAElYHoPpIHg7aae70KKfr-JIGB-Q/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658406838136477138" /></a><br /><div>We decided to try a guided tour and walked all the way to the Old Town area from our hotel. Here we are a little lost and turned around.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJJ_ZzVhO8vB1KbQXliBFEWoHBkqs6Nu0D4AfV1UkG9HvbMfy5e_nXjrDYiEQfTodObgyfexyiNctHCde0TLr16-p3Zi0vNcRJOcrd3E29gsmcrREEo-h32dSXxqen8EoA9kAE6hkFgq8/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJJ_ZzVhO8vB1KbQXliBFEWoHBkqs6Nu0D4AfV1UkG9HvbMfy5e_nXjrDYiEQfTodObgyfexyiNctHCde0TLr16-p3Zi0vNcRJOcrd3E29gsmcrREEo-h32dSXxqen8EoA9kAE6hkFgq8/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658406656125732306" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NDW71EPFRz_qGX01-HmfC5TJsJ32GomV4EFX4C2xnG9WBaqJbDAjUhXru5zBEcbLkE1u2CnajuCeXN4F9Ffqv1FhppO-O0wXo1AIZa14IgZIFRj1JBQ-J_cChX7tDNJcDVyP6Wg3A1Q/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7NDW71EPFRz_qGX01-HmfC5TJsJ32GomV4EFX4C2xnG9WBaqJbDAjUhXru5zBEcbLkE1u2CnajuCeXN4F9Ffqv1FhppO-O0wXo1AIZa14IgZIFRj1JBQ-J_cChX7tDNJcDVyP6Wg3A1Q/s400/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658406484220633122" /></a><br /></div><div>After finally making it to Old Town, we met up with our tour guide, Camilla, and our tour group, which included two Russian old men and a really old grandpa from Munich. We all spoke different languages! It was amazing how many languages Camilla could speak- Russian, English, German and Czech! I'm sure she knew more.</div><div><br /></div><div>She started off the tour by explaining that Prague is split up into 4 different little towns: Old Town, New Town, Lesser Town and the Castle Town. Not sure if it's really called Castle Town, but it sounds good.</div><div><br /></div><div>We started our three hour tour in Old Town.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kristin and I spotted a ton of marionette shops and all day long we were singing the Sound of Music marionette song. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nerds, I know.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiPVMLT6C_hNNZ0X9kmDvihdIy7x6qxs3u9uRobp-2bidFZrUs_TTn5J3kw9qvtSpNT6tzhBQwmK81OJY0bRStD-xDDYR_5LPKAnaTxNcFxqExREyAs8CHIYnCQIrPsfIGG9Cweg0B3g/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJiPVMLT6C_hNNZ0X9kmDvihdIy7x6qxs3u9uRobp-2bidFZrUs_TTn5J3kw9qvtSpNT6tzhBQwmK81OJY0bRStD-xDDYR_5LPKAnaTxNcFxqExREyAs8CHIYnCQIrPsfIGG9Cweg0B3g/s400/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658405452078184018" /></a><br /></div><div>All of the horses on the horse-drawn carriages were wearing funny hats that covered their ears. I loved them.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6pjqTVo4-GXn-7as-Y_ut4Hw00crARJzMh6gNoE1jLei3qwEhFo3KR1HfXHWTpIB-o13guI0G9YwrOgqA4F01fJZ_HxiiFLbGlcbT2VDH9T9kpYpVr3RKbElvR1MK_9-Z6ab2Z9dO3M/s1600/DSC_0130.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6pjqTVo4-GXn-7as-Y_ut4Hw00crARJzMh6gNoE1jLei3qwEhFo3KR1HfXHWTpIB-o13guI0G9YwrOgqA4F01fJZ_HxiiFLbGlcbT2VDH9T9kpYpVr3RKbElvR1MK_9-Z6ab2Z9dO3M/s400/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658404466838428194" /></a><br /></div><div>This was one of my favorite sights on our tour. This cathedral in Old Town looked like it had lots of homes built around it, but Camilla explained that the cathedral was actually build after the homes were already there. It connected to the King's house when he came to stay in Old town. He even had a little passageway that connected to the church so he didn't have to leave his house to go to church.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioroDp0VkJMMN5Xof3w30umf1NAeJrck2V2z83BVLSK9-LbGiUGu3NFViJ4Lj4OB-2IcHSgX4bB3wmpWj-Tsjg4oSTq1LGjF7699bWk0psoDaRLM6mS8zB31dJkGDKa6Sk4I7K7xq8NbQ/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioroDp0VkJMMN5Xof3w30umf1NAeJrck2V2z83BVLSK9-LbGiUGu3NFViJ4Lj4OB-2IcHSgX4bB3wmpWj-Tsjg4oSTq1LGjF7699bWk0psoDaRLM6mS8zB31dJkGDKa6Sk4I7K7xq8NbQ/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658403986613136322" /></a><br /></div><div>One of the famous sights in Prague is the astronomical clock. There are four different times on the clock, but Kristin and I still can't read the time to save our lives.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuD6EJCA0ygEnqRcP2IYiRAs049KRiYDmhs0ROSf1w7cEk7LKzHsyxDDstwQiNRcvWRXSLB3TcxbyPGdm_5pjG0Mal2G2m-HbolwjUafDobBBK7_XnHeehq2FTx1-iBlCIMMeGB1XRtfI/s1600/DSC_0136.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuD6EJCA0ygEnqRcP2IYiRAs049KRiYDmhs0ROSf1w7cEk7LKzHsyxDDstwQiNRcvWRXSLB3TcxbyPGdm_5pjG0Mal2G2m-HbolwjUafDobBBK7_XnHeehq2FTx1-iBlCIMMeGB1XRtfI/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658403723354396786" /></a><br /></div><div>All of the homes were named. This house was named after the saint of hunting or something along those lines.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKgyEmpgTIrQPytsN6sl2BK3gs-9MztvXHA_BdNojqXRjTqjGwhW34lj4WwEJhfFSRpM-Tn5NRWUF51cQXudNm84YwPZa78lmmq-2CSb3rn2TnkWbDACMXRVsWd6QG-rlVh3HHIlJOe4/s1600/DSC_0143.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKgyEmpgTIrQPytsN6sl2BK3gs-9MztvXHA_BdNojqXRjTqjGwhW34lj4WwEJhfFSRpM-Tn5NRWUF51cQXudNm84YwPZa78lmmq-2CSb3rn2TnkWbDACMXRVsWd6QG-rlVh3HHIlJOe4/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658403500590657186" /></a><br /></div><div>Right next door to the hunting house was the smiling rabbit house. Camilla explained that the neighbor must have been coy when naming his house because the rabbit is smiling at the hunter who can never catch him.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXR6LjF_aucLR6jx_CjS4iYEq8aWcX5vwmi4CouVQTlsFoIKKE9TYvO31Elu2vuI3gXewDKKR9KdZn1NitKBkHn26LVZZqyc9V53B6JTbCTZujXcNjN6xpSwRNaW-kBfGVd1AhePHqO8Y/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXR6LjF_aucLR6jx_CjS4iYEq8aWcX5vwmi4CouVQTlsFoIKKE9TYvO31Elu2vuI3gXewDKKR9KdZn1NitKBkHn26LVZZqyc9V53B6JTbCTZujXcNjN6xpSwRNaW-kBfGVd1AhePHqO8Y/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658403184662665922" /></a><br /></div><div>That tiny green building is the smallest hotel in Prague- three stories tall with a room per floor. </div><div><br /></div><div>Cute!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimceqBiIHV3lkGruE1OxpZxL3VTrv04nAXC9SQi27bHb5jLKOTHapcicGhqC3GEuRJN7fHSxQVENTex6o1_tYtTBymeE4MLzc7_vN7bDHyAB6BCQruysiZrfWYZqiCb0OQDVhfVm7yui8/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimceqBiIHV3lkGruE1OxpZxL3VTrv04nAXC9SQi27bHb5jLKOTHapcicGhqC3GEuRJN7fHSxQVENTex6o1_tYtTBymeE4MLzc7_vN7bDHyAB6BCQruysiZrfWYZqiCb0OQDVhfVm7yui8/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658402882084648722" /></a><br /></div><div>After checking out Old Town and New Town, Camilla took us across the Charles Bridge. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was absolutely breathtaking. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImGElwmv7yq_BZ5N5uUfAvuvLfUjpK1xz8T_uvOKCdM9wt1VuHKlX82LSYWIlE3HQ_el-mEmQn1EYuarvSKA9z5gy5VvDWhVtsvtPvQzO9WfkVRMi3Ywzk84Q1Is1mVIdpRrc0p_311Y/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImGElwmv7yq_BZ5N5uUfAvuvLfUjpK1xz8T_uvOKCdM9wt1VuHKlX82LSYWIlE3HQ_el-mEmQn1EYuarvSKA9z5gy5VvDWhVtsvtPvQzO9WfkVRMi3Ywzk84Q1Is1mVIdpRrc0p_311Y/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658402466095776258" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>(We were looking forward to walking over the Charles Bridge all day!)</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xsOiz6KlJujD5jDJZuFj_EL_4efHMgQbLI-0waYPn38HJUL_2fpyL8jXfzYv4seYhw4zBP4VdK7m99VHvK8q2_x_RLZpw-msdoTiXXc9GUhk0IEN_HH6CsM8kdLjevlWpC8v8WqS6dU/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xsOiz6KlJujD5jDJZuFj_EL_4efHMgQbLI-0waYPn38HJUL_2fpyL8jXfzYv4seYhw4zBP4VdK7m99VHvK8q2_x_RLZpw-msdoTiXXc9GUhk0IEN_HH6CsM8kdLjevlWpC8v8WqS6dU/s400/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658401913222110050" /></a><br /></div><div>The Prague castle is in the background. It's the highest building on top of the hill.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRMwOmsr70CzkpSjP6yLjqJcItPI6LjHZQ1gU2zmgrOjsPjQDJR0-PecNLqyJER5k8l3Y5ljGG-h0XfCnW3d7BLia4Beb9JPH1xpxxWkV4iqzmI01LgsI6t8-4ub4ybL1-yRH7FwONw8/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRMwOmsr70CzkpSjP6yLjqJcItPI6LjHZQ1gU2zmgrOjsPjQDJR0-PecNLqyJER5k8l3Y5ljGG-h0XfCnW3d7BLia4Beb9JPH1xpxxWkV4iqzmI01LgsI6t8-4ub4ybL1-yRH7FwONw8/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658401355527719058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxQGn8kDf6439oHYu_1wruC07aMYxNk2mkamkpaXsxDk09WMcyvoRrOAztWHsvHmHiV2T8_IzrGLCOgPpJoawBu9FmmsG-FpvsAepYs0SyMaIUD_chTIMvPgqJ_09v-lNvySqwNPWyyc/s1600/DSC_0175.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxQGn8kDf6439oHYu_1wruC07aMYxNk2mkamkpaXsxDk09WMcyvoRrOAztWHsvHmHiV2T8_IzrGLCOgPpJoawBu9FmmsG-FpvsAepYs0SyMaIUD_chTIMvPgqJ_09v-lNvySqwNPWyyc/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658400613447194050" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauFT3kbot677HZ8MI0uyZEqGAWBYfH0z-w6kXx2YCQgTxqbHa9y4hCCYViHq2GwLkRGics0k0APxymx14_OkTOiFmrqtltUlfmUulhT8_sRVyxs-YLU13KwXzAw3Y7qbAuRfpRyPoHRw/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhauFT3kbot677HZ8MI0uyZEqGAWBYfH0z-w6kXx2YCQgTxqbHa9y4hCCYViHq2GwLkRGics0k0APxymx14_OkTOiFmrqtltUlfmUulhT8_sRVyxs-YLU13KwXzAw3Y7qbAuRfpRyPoHRw/s400/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658400103403638354" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOpFijh0Y72FFfqA-xvciLuBou_MMOaP1-EzztGDpRD2FvB8rwCTahn1vrftt8RWIEiFD3HYQsayKxJ5hJYuJmnmEQtUoSCQK9sQUt8bjujOISi8KLlN3YhMX0bDwLNbIne47bx5PJf8/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSOpFijh0Y72FFfqA-xvciLuBou_MMOaP1-EzztGDpRD2FvB8rwCTahn1vrftt8RWIEiFD3HYQsayKxJ5hJYuJmnmEQtUoSCQK9sQUt8bjujOISi8KLlN3YhMX0bDwLNbIne47bx5PJf8/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658399535347716818" /></a><br /></div><div>This little monument on the Charles Bridge was dedicated to a secret-keeper in the Queen's entourage. This guy knew a lot of the Queen's secrets and when the King wanted to know what those secrets were, he didn't tell the King. The King tortured him to make him tell the secrets, but he stood strong and never told.</div><div><br /></div><div>So the King threw him off the Charles Bridge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Rude.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, when passerbys touch the cross in front of the monument, it's supposed to bring them the same kind of strength to hold true to their promises.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSB-VI8hI_nN4-WjMHDha_XsduvvI5iczIssgmhwLFO3FKFEekhWxtVy136EOdTMCMUt5RkqPGwwMKggMnyXkXAeAp7R5168K0205O-uRMM3NHom6P9bCmdheags3yVm6fva856-t8ENs/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSB-VI8hI_nN4-WjMHDha_XsduvvI5iczIssgmhwLFO3FKFEekhWxtVy136EOdTMCMUt5RkqPGwwMKggMnyXkXAeAp7R5168K0205O-uRMM3NHom6P9bCmdheags3yVm6fva856-t8ENs/s400/DSC_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658399153419823330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6i9vxGCBo3Ude3Zn2SXC2DZDBuHDHFSQUYMKXB84fqyB2b_k5zfiWSgBCrW14a0uXfDv04MYwBzhKOENZWZohRIB3rwvmZHNl61Tpq96BFw2X5gJKxIJwAAtndffcQAnHs3nVEbXerdw/s1600/DSC_0181.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6i9vxGCBo3Ude3Zn2SXC2DZDBuHDHFSQUYMKXB84fqyB2b_k5zfiWSgBCrW14a0uXfDv04MYwBzhKOENZWZohRIB3rwvmZHNl61Tpq96BFw2X5gJKxIJwAAtndffcQAnHs3nVEbXerdw/s400/DSC_0181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658398736999772674" /></a></div><div>Hopefully we don't get thrown off the Charles Bridge...!</div><div><br /></div><div>After our tour ended in Lesser Town, Kristin and I headed back to Old Town for some shopping at a market and to grab a glass of wine.</div><div><br /></div><div>We found this adorable little restaurant with beautiful, beaded gourds as hanging, decorative lights.</div><div><br /></div><div>I totally want to make one of those gourds. They're fantastic.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqAKzCTze9i739xRQuhLWIxXyOTGD16XnvcBZ_6bXBemM0gaTzsRmFUb0u5-MyeveqRPEGtqS02VKDA-KbcTcv3BC5GS3HJTrNtM6OPkpIoa3wpqDqQL2gynAuqJ78VfxaJQcGkiiZ0s/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRqAKzCTze9i739xRQuhLWIxXyOTGD16XnvcBZ_6bXBemM0gaTzsRmFUb0u5-MyeveqRPEGtqS02VKDA-KbcTcv3BC5GS3HJTrNtM6OPkpIoa3wpqDqQL2gynAuqJ78VfxaJQcGkiiZ0s/s400/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658280986925373522" /></a>Exhausted after a full 12-hour day!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QHfsETY7LeE6U-rdw73XvWYOWYmIFLnnpiPJZ808prplFF4Eh_gSo1E1CAhyKUEkAwuyhIV8vXz9NG0fwPe00lFbXY8aInFdg12r8ehAigXRZB5tWtC9nFlI3GZTCzjblgt3jubmct0/s1600/DSC_0201.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6QHfsETY7LeE6U-rdw73XvWYOWYmIFLnnpiPJZ808prplFF4Eh_gSo1E1CAhyKUEkAwuyhIV8vXz9NG0fwPe00lFbXY8aInFdg12r8ehAigXRZB5tWtC9nFlI3GZTCzjblgt3jubmct0/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658279733327560370" /></a><br /></div><div>Kristin and I agreed that we loved taking the guided tour and want to do some more! </div><div><br /></div><div>Looking forward to more exploring in Prague today!</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxoxo</div><div><br /></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-23512750881185943572011-09-29T11:06:00.000-07:002011-09-29T12:10:05.502-07:001 of 3: Vienna<div>Dear friends,</div><div><br /></div><div>One city down, two to go!</div><div><br /></div><div>After a 12+ hour plane ride to Vienna, Kristin and I got to our hotel around 10 and slept until about 5 a.m. We couldn't wait to get our day started. </div><div><br /></div><div>We got an early start and headed out by 7. The morning light was absolutely gorgeous on all of the buildings.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44JiGtNLHmYscY5YbwNUdg21Q7qvNdfWlcWXzOnVCKAo1PLiy9Asgt90Jk6i_cj3j4UXOWTKUnAWxCuygUB2B_2IsqriYtb-aaam6xFQNk3z5jZPfKXYCkGk6B0NPKKAR1XnPo3ubOp0/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg44JiGtNLHmYscY5YbwNUdg21Q7qvNdfWlcWXzOnVCKAo1PLiy9Asgt90Jk6i_cj3j4UXOWTKUnAWxCuygUB2B_2IsqriYtb-aaam6xFQNk3z5jZPfKXYCkGk6B0NPKKAR1XnPo3ubOp0/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657855912973444258" /></a><br /><div>Walked down Graben Street before all of the tourists took over.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK43bWWwn0a_v94JXhL6KSbREwTV9FMZEOQPCoVNvX5i0sm1fSUMCllxIQ1Kva4L_jLhuuDwhU19F0qArysdJl5RxEy49y2MQVngP5smXcxGpz7hdTc8bTIj7Xzn4sh2EYxnKIR9cLYyc/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK43bWWwn0a_v94JXhL6KSbREwTV9FMZEOQPCoVNvX5i0sm1fSUMCllxIQ1Kva4L_jLhuuDwhU19F0qArysdJl5RxEy49y2MQVngP5smXcxGpz7hdTc8bTIj7Xzn4sh2EYxnKIR9cLYyc/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657855596358147170" /></a><br /></div><div>Made friends.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBd18nBnRf46Nc1qcwNQhbkd6uOYqPtinkGJYygMPCerzR1r0buzdX4p5OA7wtVBwFf6hK1ToGpBR5hWQxGoZap66-1t36u1xDNvm5bLRXQ8jwaJAsXdzWWXIINqPYgDCYI5T90KX8tMc/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBd18nBnRf46Nc1qcwNQhbkd6uOYqPtinkGJYygMPCerzR1r0buzdX4p5OA7wtVBwFf6hK1ToGpBR5hWQxGoZap66-1t36u1xDNvm5bLRXQ8jwaJAsXdzWWXIINqPYgDCYI5T90KX8tMc/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657855459496948242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSj9pqOh1mm27blgU6SfGxrxvJwsjWtOB7bGiLkPKGJ5viBS-2xeHAxV6Qd3AuqnwaADufDv96RfLy2Gzm2lG5ZxLyYN2JZGkumeY9lU_n2Xm__vMiw2AnA6CSWdzwZUaxSzPkNHnJumA/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSj9pqOh1mm27blgU6SfGxrxvJwsjWtOB7bGiLkPKGJ5viBS-2xeHAxV6Qd3AuqnwaADufDv96RfLy2Gzm2lG5ZxLyYN2JZGkumeY9lU_n2Xm__vMiw2AnA6CSWdzwZUaxSzPkNHnJumA/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657855312933224194" /></a><br /></div><div>We toured the Schonbrunn Palace.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjUbkGqf2LIhUmr27eybRP0r631E0aaF4g2BaNa3p5Dz-sHTX6Z7z6UIWGSHU4VAvnPk4qD6yF4OAY8-W8ICv5h0LdNjMgQAgkmZvvbrE433HgGNSfWtihTbBFodNd7Prqa7tm3NA3wQ/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjUbkGqf2LIhUmr27eybRP0r631E0aaF4g2BaNa3p5Dz-sHTX6Z7z6UIWGSHU4VAvnPk4qD6yF4OAY8-W8ICv5h0LdNjMgQAgkmZvvbrE433HgGNSfWtihTbBFodNd7Prqa7tm3NA3wQ/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657854195614584674" /></a><br /></div><div>Saw a LOT of gold. </div><div>*There's Kristin listening to the audio tour.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQrmHIdLPv0f-5uE9CZBKeYI1BG1kddgxQWo1YjStuty6HVcN0m6oHshQZWYfvBHvIuJ5CIoUPojDDc3_jvppmJeXzduMvqPEkUgno-0Zzr-ysinUq39Yg-IYX1KBr4sanKiF6r9d6DY/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcQrmHIdLPv0f-5uE9CZBKeYI1BG1kddgxQWo1YjStuty6HVcN0m6oHshQZWYfvBHvIuJ5CIoUPojDDc3_jvppmJeXzduMvqPEkUgno-0Zzr-ysinUq39Yg-IYX1KBr4sanKiF6r9d6DY/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657853833131851538" /></a><br /></div><div>One tradition that I really liked about the royal place settings were the green wine glasses. They stood out against all of the fine china and golden platters.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZTD9uwJt_uilJn34NbPyvS0wU5eijXPVDqdQUEsI8yix9GkZd9QGPoohbxkbFDi3hfrHz3gdyrCS_4T8o2H6pUMOdiwBOCZr1NXD6LNtHAUywrBGZ35_dhvviznBdePzzx6wzQw2Tc4/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ZTD9uwJt_uilJn34NbPyvS0wU5eijXPVDqdQUEsI8yix9GkZd9QGPoohbxkbFDi3hfrHz3gdyrCS_4T8o2H6pUMOdiwBOCZr1NXD6LNtHAUywrBGZ35_dhvviznBdePzzx6wzQw2Tc4/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657853589165860226" /></a><br /></div><div>Part of our tour included the Sisi Museum. Kristin and I agreed that it was pretty creepy. The story goes that Sisi, Empress of Austria, was this depressed little girl who longed for freedom outside of her royal duties. She was a really dark character who wore black all the time and spoke about morbid things.</div><div><br /></div><div>A little creepy.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6fUC6XIYB4i-DVuB78WZHJ6SxcuyxShZad8Rm3dRzSuXHyBXEYI_GNFKCaldA3YylHyqJy0JELKKI-LR29APg5v0G7oDBjpPGQhXxIcO_9sLctqZ_33bzTpOn7tai8cMqVSrUiGA0iI/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB6fUC6XIYB4i-DVuB78WZHJ6SxcuyxShZad8Rm3dRzSuXHyBXEYI_GNFKCaldA3YylHyqJy0JELKKI-LR29APg5v0G7oDBjpPGQhXxIcO_9sLctqZ_33bzTpOn7tai8cMqVSrUiGA0iI/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657853154446739458" /></a><br /></div><div>Lunch right off of Graben Street. Can you believe we ate Italian food in Austria?! Horrible tourists.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihK3HXP56XsEfNS5Yl05YtvgDhcLtsOrDei3UvC79KpQnC0dtSRfW1tPWgLa3dx4jnSrqta0y1CDSYUb034XyqLEO_SB_rk6W7GmPOq5y5iuu7iEyTNJt7GcOOhocKugYpd-utCEWHbm8/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihK3HXP56XsEfNS5Yl05YtvgDhcLtsOrDei3UvC79KpQnC0dtSRfW1tPWgLa3dx4jnSrqta0y1CDSYUb034XyqLEO_SB_rk6W7GmPOq5y5iuu7iEyTNJt7GcOOhocKugYpd-utCEWHbm8/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657852580984799010" /></a><br /></div><div>Since we woke up so dang early, we passed out at 3 for a nap. I guess that's what jet lag will do to you!</div><div><br /><div>At night, we got dressed up...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFPnzyMBGjnOBG4UTrlVL7o_4hBK1zMs40fitgGgkUaXKQJ52PzGFTinY5cnPKB9_lm4ZJZwuJPQNO3e1eOK9EKvOh7gpAQ7DbExPhQO44iAA9WbcKa1e4CMDwQlY1ZwqNyTWbrDCeeQ/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVFPnzyMBGjnOBG4UTrlVL7o_4hBK1zMs40fitgGgkUaXKQJ52PzGFTinY5cnPKB9_lm4ZJZwuJPQNO3e1eOK9EKvOh7gpAQ7DbExPhQO44iAA9WbcKa1e4CMDwQlY1ZwqNyTWbrDCeeQ/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657846608686010866" /></a><br /><div>walked around and enjoyed the crowds...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUQW7UlU4c7XgcqQepiZwenUGBOBsdJaYoJ9kHChLJ2g_F6u7MR7bN0qk2O0OECx3A3TTgX_E_uknbWVIboDub-knHKjNf2KU2MYuky5GlP7G2ZgH1KZh6Qd4lqCwr6XpZez9Rq2ANMk/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUQW7UlU4c7XgcqQepiZwenUGBOBsdJaYoJ9kHChLJ2g_F6u7MR7bN0qk2O0OECx3A3TTgX_E_uknbWVIboDub-knHKjNf2KU2MYuky5GlP7G2ZgH1KZh6Qd4lqCwr6XpZez9Rq2ANMk/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657846373374606562" /></a><br /><div>watched the opera outside with the rest of the commoners...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyf-N1cUddiUwghLruVjUfH_EKYYkpkArxnRfIWd64cmBK2bK4JwSTjG9MnuaUrudcW_Mtapg6WnUQAxhRbaN83KIRu-JIrTKsWurLb6Q5k40WwxptlcWu0rHdihTh9tjkk2QnT6TmTI/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyf-N1cUddiUwghLruVjUfH_EKYYkpkArxnRfIWd64cmBK2bK4JwSTjG9MnuaUrudcW_Mtapg6WnUQAxhRbaN83KIRu-JIrTKsWurLb6Q5k40WwxptlcWu0rHdihTh9tjkk2QnT6TmTI/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657846123463422994" /></a><br /><div>and got some late night ice cream! My ice cream was so delicious- vanilla with nutella mixed in there.</div><div><br /></div><div>YUM.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xv5-nn6uXk6XksDp2B1gXHIbczoXN-EDbxXA0NF6PQqYLjuc6AcrZbhx6LMz_5PGIfN0wFZ_GG3mJ9UFRZwBLK9XSPLIYJekjs6u390JDlfaJgQdzz8JFeYxB41bvTYWkzG-VgQWgso/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3xv5-nn6uXk6XksDp2B1gXHIbczoXN-EDbxXA0NF6PQqYLjuc6AcrZbhx6LMz_5PGIfN0wFZ_GG3mJ9UFRZwBLK9XSPLIYJekjs6u390JDlfaJgQdzz8JFeYxB41bvTYWkzG-VgQWgso/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657845800915406242" /></a><br /></div><div>This was at breakfast this morning. We got a voucher from the front desk guy to go down the street for our breakfast buffet. My goodness, it was delicious: scrambled eggs, cheeses, meats, fresh fruit, orange juice, croissants with nutella... HEAVENLY. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9L3-3wrEi_eob0QrEKzvdLhYlDxQGAxHboUlYwolFbWgbyBVBXobtB0B6LsfKsDomNqBzUpoXt1ltsQVPtStOrUKMYSuGwi8ogBe6j7QRFXQLFBSa_bidHFIzTMlpqhuD-3PtzCSJWRE/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9L3-3wrEi_eob0QrEKzvdLhYlDxQGAxHboUlYwolFbWgbyBVBXobtB0B6LsfKsDomNqBzUpoXt1ltsQVPtStOrUKMYSuGwi8ogBe6j7QRFXQLFBSa_bidHFIzTMlpqhuD-3PtzCSJWRE/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657845633388095378" /></a><br /></div></div></div></div><div>Next up... Prague!</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxoxoxo</div></div></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-50208961409328110082011-09-25T23:12:00.000-07:002011-09-25T23:21:07.018-07:00Reunited<div>Dear friends,<div><br /></div><div>Kristin arrived!!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>In honor of our travels, we painted our nails and watched the premiere of "Pan Am."</div><div><br /></div><div>It was fantastic and we'll definitely be Hulu-ing the next episode when we get back from traveling!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPk_kspnyLtSNwMUrftibAIfcS9hHwKxWCEtfrbvshpglHfWlezlXpgvU6qV0FNmRkrm87gegj05ayfF7hkXa4wVs-8SIXoNyUcgtKHg4vNs6VDiiFgiVWf4Vr4Mp3nHa6d6fHs0hscc/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPk_kspnyLtSNwMUrftibAIfcS9hHwKxWCEtfrbvshpglHfWlezlXpgvU6qV0FNmRkrm87gegj05ayfF7hkXa4wVs-8SIXoNyUcgtKHg4vNs6VDiiFgiVWf4Vr4Mp3nHa6d6fHs0hscc/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656548374511580850" /></a><br /><div>Painted our nails with some fancy nail polish Page left for us.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi_yEvAfKAMnH0371Y45ZC1bykR-qTHXK1bi6It2n6qRZjVQsfYrfbmazxkC8csExiLGLmHlZGBSzhz7cLGRYbpM_0xfTqzG8LW97oe5QN3rTOYWE4VujTOGpxkK-bA0omWnfYsMhMw0/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFi_yEvAfKAMnH0371Y45ZC1bykR-qTHXK1bi6It2n6qRZjVQsfYrfbmazxkC8csExiLGLmHlZGBSzhz7cLGRYbpM_0xfTqzG8LW97oe5QN3rTOYWE4VujTOGpxkK-bA0omWnfYsMhMw0/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656548280373472562" /></a><br />We leave tomorrow!!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>AH!</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-67860739287117634772011-09-24T20:32:00.000-07:002011-09-24T21:20:58.214-07:00First stop: SF<div>My friends,</div><div><br /></div><div>I arrived in San Francisco for the first leg of my trip to a empty house full of thoughtful notes and surprises! </div><div><br /></div><div>(<a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/2011/08/september-traveling-begins.html">Page</a> and Ryan are on honeymoon number two to Maui and were kind enough to let me stay at their home until I fly out with Kristin to Europe.)</div><div><br /></div><div>As soon as I walked in, there was a nice little welcome sign with a lavender chocolate (delish) and a stack of magazines...</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfME34MSMXJjb4Kom35WsoSJeruc-IS6-RBv8va3iRVh0XHpx0Xomx1DistSwLfgZlotVTYJT9AA-QrRBDExSBneOwlovS7t5mD7SuILNwDRBAPDJTW9FQEZAccdp0KOiZZWVp-zAqEQI/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfME34MSMXJjb4Kom35WsoSJeruc-IS6-RBv8va3iRVh0XHpx0Xomx1DistSwLfgZlotVTYJT9AA-QrRBDExSBneOwlovS7t5mD7SuILNwDRBAPDJTW9FQEZAccdp0KOiZZWVp-zAqEQI/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656137303649143250" /></a>an adorable nail kit that Kristin and I will be using tomorrow night...<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzez4haIaw_bMmfKHcxVR7YO4dkgQ5szqteDyo9GQ77oBHaGagL_h4Mywbwx2LBlFg1AZBmmYV8So9LUfOpFhZcbNv54TllIUi6XqV6GR_yvdO9jOGHrNGGQt_eIVe2M-UN5NKEKwUkoU/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzez4haIaw_bMmfKHcxVR7YO4dkgQ5szqteDyo9GQ77oBHaGagL_h4Mywbwx2LBlFg1AZBmmYV8So9LUfOpFhZcbNv54TllIUi6XqV6GR_yvdO9jOGHrNGGQt_eIVe2M-UN5NKEKwUkoU/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656137159860660946" /></a><br /></div><div>and a nice reminder that I can borrow some samples from the <a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/2011/07/birchbox-arrival.html">birchbox</a> Page received a couple weeks ago.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhN5XpJ0bKXNuEWvhcBoYt-NVrBwm03wCR3t5BcZUafowN_mnSpQd3fF1bkZD4TuyA1Yn15FDPEuTq2jdbkLUX_QzpaYC3WDJ9HyUjJqiQPY9wkafGrWZT8Bh5JaBOZgCznyz4RmwWhMM/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhN5XpJ0bKXNuEWvhcBoYt-NVrBwm03wCR3t5BcZUafowN_mnSpQd3fF1bkZD4TuyA1Yn15FDPEuTq2jdbkLUX_QzpaYC3WDJ9HyUjJqiQPY9wkafGrWZT8Bh5JaBOZgCznyz4RmwWhMM/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656137067816343202" /></a><br /></div><div>Best of all, Ryan stocked up on toaster strudel for me! My favorite. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LBhZVDmjPfD8NBqQlwGAOPoOeQ-Yswsvc8cLy15jsvOrio71ODvt4UtHJ-zMJywxbphxkJkTCjNmkeLgnVBLF9UZ8WEMJ_fD3U6hwe66X7PjFn-pym-KNRM5HRAmHPN_LS-YolFNVgc/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3LBhZVDmjPfD8NBqQlwGAOPoOeQ-Yswsvc8cLy15jsvOrio71ODvt4UtHJ-zMJywxbphxkJkTCjNmkeLgnVBLF9UZ8WEMJ_fD3U6hwe66X7PjFn-pym-KNRM5HRAmHPN_LS-YolFNVgc/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656136979538885378" /></a><br /></div><div>I even had some for dessert tonight.</div><div><br /></div><div>You guys are the best!! </div><div><br /></div><div>Looking forward to Kristin coming over tomorrow!</div><div><br /></div><div>xooxoxxoxoxooxoxoxoxo</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-68192808172451097992011-09-23T22:13:00.001-07:002011-09-23T22:46:55.608-07:00Coundown OVER (almost)<div>My friends!<br /><br />Tomorrow is the day! I'm finally packing up to go on my long-awaited Europe trip with my dear friend, Kristin.<br /><br />Though I was against the idea at first, I'm bringing along my computer on the trip. I didn't want to lug the thing around, but Robbie, my dad and Kristin's parents convinced me it would be a handy thing to have while we're over there. I'm guessing that they mostly just wanted us to bring a computer so we could Skype them!<br /><br />Having my computer, though, means I'll be blogging while I'm there!! Look for photo posts of our adventures. I can't wait to share the bazillion photos I'll be taking while we're there.<br /><br />Tomorrow, I'm heading up to San Fran to stay at <a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/">Page </a>and Ryan's place until I fly out with Kristin on Monday.<br /><br />Which means tonight is PACKING NIGHT!</div><div><br /></div><div>A couple of things that are going in my bag:</div><div><br /></div><div>This is one of the two purses I'm bringing. This one's smaller and for going out at night. I love the across-the-body trend that's going on right now with purses, so I'm trying it out. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqi8ddxfitvR2tVaxBX89hXHs7Rb9WZwsRfinrznAvvpaE424YLi0qFDaoNlJq4CAkYOaNkU_K0XqB1DWJaqTrGh6_pv3n1CDQJMqAyweNy52nZdCo8VKwaIwKxvmVycxaRz5rWZTI4Bw/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqi8ddxfitvR2tVaxBX89hXHs7Rb9WZwsRfinrznAvvpaE424YLi0qFDaoNlJq4CAkYOaNkU_K0XqB1DWJaqTrGh6_pv3n1CDQJMqAyweNy52nZdCo8VKwaIwKxvmVycxaRz5rWZTI4Bw/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655792816931434802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(<a href="http://www.target.com/p/LPLP-Linea-Pelle-Front-Zipper-Crossbody-Black/-/A-13466004">Target</a>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>After going out to a birthday dinner for the lovely and talented <a href="http://inthenowweddings.com/blog/2011/09/trend-talk-number-me-fancy/">Carizza</a> and seeing one of her close friends wearing this top, I had to get it. She pulled it off so well! I LOVE all things lace.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-NaU8sgz_BWwjR1rwGNaZwmWmMxXNJX9nEzihHDQgMajsi-dtzWdnMG_xH5cRT1PmLNvoD37hPzrSJgsT102RsVcJF3KNAVbCZJDQkiQpEV6ifPrc6cL8LtLgNVXoYazEgnBOg14qgY/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm-NaU8sgz_BWwjR1rwGNaZwmWmMxXNJX9nEzihHDQgMajsi-dtzWdnMG_xH5cRT1PmLNvoD37hPzrSJgsT102RsVcJF3KNAVbCZJDQkiQpEV6ifPrc6cL8LtLgNVXoYazEgnBOg14qgY/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655792683803432018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(<a href="http://www.forever21.com/Product/Product.aspx?br=f21&Category=top&ProductID=2084141034&lang=en-US">Forever21</a>)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>My sister, Page, was TOO thoughtful. She went on an Amazon rampage and bought a ton of things for me to take to Europe (including five converters for my electronics...!). One super cute thing she bought for me was a pair of little ballet flats that fold up and fit in my purse! EXCELLENT for a night out on the town.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHhmklNyurwnQIo4whXOTgclfmjzVkAV5d7iQK3azwVo2uHa7VRTCZB2FYmHfzC_hbH-OPSLtJqHMwU_zH-mkXQAV4STuJ2rssfkzV2A2Je5NrbKNrvSj7p7CMRObiYsFP8fKenIXA2k/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHHhmklNyurwnQIo4whXOTgclfmjzVkAV5d7iQK3azwVo2uHa7VRTCZB2FYmHfzC_hbH-OPSLtJqHMwU_zH-mkXQAV4STuJ2rssfkzV2A2Je5NrbKNrvSj7p7CMRObiYsFP8fKenIXA2k/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655792513685334498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Thanks, Page!!)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Also wanted to give a BIG thank you to Miss Ashley Sacknoff. She lent me the backpack she used when she studied abroad in London last summer. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQR73aJrZKWXzAmKFmSR1eS3qAtr60eDpD1QIpzL56VPdopC7AYGmc_GXcy1o940A1BDzSmKHNof5NvwaIvZYvIls7a_a-iFqNDCyETAVbU2Vh0WtELV4vOjMaG_RLffi2kG62I9QNWQ/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQR73aJrZKWXzAmKFmSR1eS3qAtr60eDpD1QIpzL56VPdopC7AYGmc_GXcy1o940A1BDzSmKHNof5NvwaIvZYvIls7a_a-iFqNDCyETAVbU2Vh0WtELV4vOjMaG_RLffi2kG62I9QNWQ/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655792398012704418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Thanks, Ashley!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Another cool thing Page got for me: travel-sized laundry detergent, body wash and hand soap! I LOVE the idea of being able to wash a shirt I've worn twice in my hotel with this tiny little laundry detergent. I never knew doing laundry could be so cute!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_o3Wnk-H_An1RzF0fW0RZbJu8O7X3U6Ibg1APXvSe_YwD9LogQ9_1ybkBQS5QfJD-bNSzKpvxXuhRCy04bPkNWUYwVpPu-nQMLx2mTqrGira3W6gfybaBQmknzZmtbhHoSsu4jluL__A/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_o3Wnk-H_An1RzF0fW0RZbJu8O7X3U6Ibg1APXvSe_YwD9LogQ9_1ybkBQS5QfJD-bNSzKpvxXuhRCy04bPkNWUYwVpPu-nQMLx2mTqrGira3W6gfybaBQmknzZmtbhHoSsu4jluL__A/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655792250867490274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Thanks, Page!!)</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>A must-have for any trip I go on: travel journal. I got this at Borders a while ago. Aren't the little buildings adorable?</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1CUhGkgUH-NAXHN9-gSdP9EZWYB8NWsr8d477_TbBHHauybNEglYChrvOv-aiYSHnHSA29QtftHc74pRtFWFkhkTu-nAQe1fpH4jsIhAIQs82Ac3ESxMVJngEPAzDh0vFmaHfto7MaM/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1CUhGkgUH-NAXHN9-gSdP9EZWYB8NWsr8d477_TbBHHauybNEglYChrvOv-aiYSHnHSA29QtftHc74pRtFWFkhkTu-nAQe1fpH4jsIhAIQs82Ac3ESxMVJngEPAzDh0vFmaHfto7MaM/s400/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655792159395887330" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>My kindle!!! My dad bought this for me as a graduation gift and it's been a beautiful gift thus far. I have a LOT of travel time on this trip, so I'm happy to have access to millions upon millions of books.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShNrKjwlshYo20NRhdWnGPaPEMHQtaNdBWZ5mVEHCjUPxjFDec1MT0u-xJ6msOpVZj2faDnK2neAdGYEmjR4Z40jXFkVFxoUSEf-VSaQKwpjliZxABkSfppC3wsYtJLM7_TaHYWAexzc/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShNrKjwlshYo20NRhdWnGPaPEMHQtaNdBWZ5mVEHCjUPxjFDec1MT0u-xJ6msOpVZj2faDnK2neAdGYEmjR4Z40jXFkVFxoUSEf-VSaQKwpjliZxABkSfppC3wsYtJLM7_TaHYWAexzc/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655792033842755986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Thanks, Dad!)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Travel documents... itinerary, flight schedules, hotel reservations, maps, passport, etc. Marilyn, Robbie's mom, always makes Robbie a folder with his travel info in it. I got the idea from her!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGJYXzyJUjCoEN06x2AbuCTBQxJL5ChmLYbug-f1qFFCaTcYGC1SVNHSf-sWrMx348vQGtTEqDalf-R_v7itr4zJyl6uIxGMfGlsSj3AAJ42AbU8kV67d52HYDP6Tu2TnCBjgF7NGnLQ/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGJYXzyJUjCoEN06x2AbuCTBQxJL5ChmLYbug-f1qFFCaTcYGC1SVNHSf-sWrMx348vQGtTEqDalf-R_v7itr4zJyl6uIxGMfGlsSj3AAJ42AbU8kV67d52HYDP6Tu2TnCBjgF7NGnLQ/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655791928307549266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Thanks, Marilyn!)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Also got this lovely Izod pouch from Marilyn! On my visit with the Moens a few weeks ago, she gave me this little guy to take to Europe with me! I'm using it to store all of my electronic stuff and as a passport holder during the day.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4kTaiTPyOa0X9CTP77QuMp2uhMTwhLumCo9gaBE_DsbB3gVI-JoabEEar5u-D_iZqZXkg9b1xqAm2nr_Ca-HldvaczersVjXn1VFOeZx_90RtEtBYyxtoh2qubXIN2J2V2ZrdqQuqnU/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4kTaiTPyOa0X9CTP77QuMp2uhMTwhLumCo9gaBE_DsbB3gVI-JoabEEar5u-D_iZqZXkg9b1xqAm2nr_Ca-HldvaczersVjXn1VFOeZx_90RtEtBYyxtoh2qubXIN2J2V2ZrdqQuqnU/s400/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655791789193203570" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(Thanks, Marilyn!)</div><br />THANK YOU to everyone who has made this trip extremely easy to look forward to. I even got an email from an Electrical Engineering student, Allan, from Cal Poly giving me all sorts of travel advice! So thoughtful!</div><div><br /></div><div>Look for more posts this week of travel bliss.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxoxoxooxxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxox</div><div><br /></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-74996396364742748172011-08-28T20:12:00.000-07:002011-08-28T20:25:09.973-07:00Come back, Roberto<div>Friends,<div>
<br /></div><div>This last week I was feeling especially sorry for myself that Robbie is more than a thousand miles away, so instead of continuing my pity party, I headed to San Diego to visit his parents, Marilyn and Tim.</div></div><div>
<br /></div><div>I'm so glad I did.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Marilyn and Tim are the kind of people that make you feel like you've known them your entire life. They have the greatest stories and they're so welcoming. It was great hanging out with them for the afternoon in beautiful San Diego. The three of us had lunch and spent the afternoon on the back patio. Marilyn and I did what we always do- sipped on almond champagne and white wine.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I got my little dose of the Moen family this weekend, which will keep me going for a little while longer.</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_c4jODdihWGOwF3KZGeyo_QVs2sfJFWW251tQup_bdaBu-uX9SPEQyh6Be5PlfzFldouTa9O6l44X5abZyY1yUfZ3cuBvYk8Zex_qiDhc13sn7-DC-wUJaIa9VB9d0m6vqz9D06do1E/s1600/DSC_0269.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_c4jODdihWGOwF3KZGeyo_QVs2sfJFWW251tQup_bdaBu-uX9SPEQyh6Be5PlfzFldouTa9O6l44X5abZyY1yUfZ3cuBvYk8Zex_qiDhc13sn7-DC-wUJaIa9VB9d0m6vqz9D06do1E/s400/DSC_0269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646111181950446898" /></a>
<br />Missing this boy. <div>
<br /></div><div>Starting the four month count down until we're in the same place at the same time...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>xoxo
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<br /></div></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-21274285097574372932011-08-16T21:38:00.000-07:002011-08-16T22:43:07.308-07:00The ya-ya sisterhood<div>My lovelies,<div>
<br /></div><div>I have two wonderful sisters. One knits, the other blogs. Today, I'm going to tell you all about the blogger. Another time, I'll share with you the knitter.</div></div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPwR4FNAIAUraGlZS0qbhFYpYVntAtt8N2lnsfn6jGdLXg_vML4fCTFw_3mkCyPOtAHRWzniMrs5z3A7oy9RgdVSwQP4-w0wlqXbPSL4zLpQVybIyCL4eV35oIQDLyFZcFFDC-kKXYTU/s1600/IMG_9707.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPwR4FNAIAUraGlZS0qbhFYpYVntAtt8N2lnsfn6jGdLXg_vML4fCTFw_3mkCyPOtAHRWzniMrs5z3A7oy9RgdVSwQP4-w0wlqXbPSL4zLpQVybIyCL4eV35oIQDLyFZcFFDC-kKXYTU/s400/IMG_9707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641686122722698290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(left to right: Lauren, Page, Nikol. Photo courtesy of the talented <a href="http://onefinedayphotographyblog.com/">Anne McCarthy</a>)</div>
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<br /></div><div>Page, aka The Mrs. (she was <a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/2011/07/lets-get-married.html">married</a> a year ago to the wonderful <a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/2011/07/wedding-part-two.html">RC</a>), is wonderfully creative. She has an eye for design and has always had a knack for fashion. The reason I love, love, love <a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/">her blog</a> is because it keeps me up-to-date on what's "in" AND it features her amazing crafting ability. This girl can craft like none other. Everything she makes looks like it either came out of Pottery Barn or a Martha Stewart magazine.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>What also is awesome about her blog is that it features some really cool, unique spots in San Francisco. Since she's a newbie in the city, she's exploring the <a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/2011/07/san-francisco-adventures.html">nooks and crannies</a> of everything San Francisco has to offer. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Basically, her blog is a fashionable, crafty must-see list of SF. Or something like that. Definitely <a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/">check her out</a> before August 20th and leave a comment to be entered into a drawing for a <a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/2011/07/birchbox-arrival.html">FREE birchbox.</a></div><div>
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<br /></div><div>Some fun facts about my sister:</div><div>- I used to call her ya-ya because I couldn't say Page.</div><div>- She is fantastic at poetry. Her rhyming ability is amazing- I swear she could be the next Eminem. </div><div>- She's the greatest at giving gifts because she is so thoughtful.</div><div>- The girl can't sing, but she sure has rhythm and sweet dance moves.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I'm so lucky to have such a wonderful and talented sister. Thank you, Page, for all that you do for me. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>xoxo</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Next up: Miss Lauren Mae and her knitting skills!</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-26955143841844256802011-08-16T21:28:00.001-07:002011-08-16T22:44:34.926-07:00The East Side<div>Friends,</div><div>
<br /></div><div>It's about a month away. Just a few months ago, my wonderful friend Kristin and I decided we were going to Europe. Just like that. We thought, why not? We could scrounge up the money and wouldn't that be a nice reward to ourselves for finishing four years of college?</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And here we are. Five weeks away from hopping on the plane to visit Eastern Europe.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Sometimes I can't believe how incredibly blessed I am to have the life that I have. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Lots of people have asked, why Berlin, Prague and Vienna?</div><div>Answer: I've been to France and Switzerland. Kristin's been to Italy. Neither of us wanted to go to Spain or Great Britain at this point in our lives, so we figured Eastern Europe was the way to go.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>During these last couple of days, I've been gearing up for my trip:</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Thanks, Borders, for the lovely maps. While I'm sad you're going out of business, I'm happy for all the deals. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>*p.s. Has anyone noticed how much they've jacked up the prices of their books and then put them on "sale?" Psh. Rip off.</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NMW5fS5oGkbyk5XYGwWG6ZXMb-S3pH7eiMgLUDos8zaNW5WBLcD-eolZqyMVvTltXXFqkrCj5ezUIv8yHjtD7PpbF2PZp3qG0JIQCZaYV0_mPUf2aXMhcx3wprFcwPCKV2nLpFfaGoY/s1600/DSC_0190.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6NMW5fS5oGkbyk5XYGwWG6ZXMb-S3pH7eiMgLUDos8zaNW5WBLcD-eolZqyMVvTltXXFqkrCj5ezUIv8yHjtD7PpbF2PZp3qG0JIQCZaYV0_mPUf2aXMhcx3wprFcwPCKV2nLpFfaGoY/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641677394359025106" /></a>
<br /><div>And thank you, public library, for the wonderful travel guides. Check out my travel survival book- if I get stuck in the jungle, desert or sea, I'll know just how to get by, thank you very much.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8AqWWOPtqv5UXwN6-sSIbiwkcc2QEiISaAjiIssUiI-qfw0s_4LApzygwA7TTtp9LIP5BC8VppJRhMdpImYFGiqiOe35IyufGz55a7rQuSL-GWXChT34JazH7tdM5AN8KX7D2tt8OlM/s1600/DSC_0191.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8AqWWOPtqv5UXwN6-sSIbiwkcc2QEiISaAjiIssUiI-qfw0s_4LApzygwA7TTtp9LIP5BC8VppJRhMdpImYFGiqiOe35IyufGz55a7rQuSL-GWXChT34JazH7tdM5AN8KX7D2tt8OlM/s400/DSC_0191.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641677255120180690" /></a>If you have any travel tips or books I should read, please tell! Kristin and I need as many recommendations as I can get before we can hit the road!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Next up: the long awaited and promised feature on my sister Page. </div><div>xoxoooxoxoxoxoo</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-76803538842606077452011-07-29T16:48:00.001-07:002011-08-03T08:05:09.579-07:00How old am I again?<div><div>My dears,<div><br /></div><div>I don't know about you, but I've been obsessed with Harry Potter since the book series began in 5th grade. Since the last movie came out a couple of weeks ago, I've been finding all sorts of fun Harry Potter things all over the internet.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The star of the show, Harry Potter:</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyAww_-rpUau-KoXxruYryEeeGuBcfDFKYQy-uTw-c8GRwa_27D3dbYWjt6rhhF8j8kLD_rExe4jXAxKTfvuQ8fC8zMlHP56XCT9yzTo9TGfRCEmGeuSsgUNlaPIFF9Fv425a6gLR9z8/s1600/harry.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivyAww_-rpUau-KoXxruYryEeeGuBcfDFKYQy-uTw-c8GRwa_27D3dbYWjt6rhhF8j8kLD_rExe4jXAxKTfvuQ8fC8zMlHP56XCT9yzTo9TGfRCEmGeuSsgUNlaPIFF9Fv425a6gLR9z8/s400/harry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634928838180105442" /></a><br /><div>The adorable and charming Ron Weasly:</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHxPmheUNTJi2qss-xjOkQaLfQhWfntokeNontRkiC9byIjytuxHy_pPALX5m-uBSL7BqyXazAPxDutzrkCEzFUjSGRoD9w079h908EhPoCQKU-1sF8-BxgBST8tLZUCbov-S_iQnKh-A/s1600/ron.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHxPmheUNTJi2qss-xjOkQaLfQhWfntokeNontRkiC9byIjytuxHy_pPALX5m-uBSL7BqyXazAPxDutzrkCEzFUjSGRoD9w079h908EhPoCQKU-1sF8-BxgBST8tLZUCbov-S_iQnKh-A/s400/ron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634928358633907778" /></a><br /><div>And the once-frizzy, now-elegant Hermoine:</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqkWLCLOwYrmyN0SZMvoXk-dwcLBkF5Lmef4pDfhqDTynQWbcgkziFssdDV-Mh-FV2O8DN2qgL8yW8Z5julscDabZiFyk02B3XNAGWKshoaU6ASNWjZDxpwl0FM7pIGCSl6_0Po-L_Ro/s1600/emma.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqkWLCLOwYrmyN0SZMvoXk-dwcLBkF5Lmef4pDfhqDTynQWbcgkziFssdDV-Mh-FV2O8DN2qgL8yW8Z5julscDabZiFyk02B3XNAGWKshoaU6ASNWjZDxpwl0FM7pIGCSl6_0Po-L_Ro/s400/emma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634926251955992146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(via <a href="http://aspotofwhimsy.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-fridays-at-movies.html">a spot of whimsy</a>, source <a href="http://www.empireonline.com/">Empire Magazine</a>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Adorable.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you haven't seen the movie yet, shame on you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">xoxo!</div><br /></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-60549762484637374452011-07-22T10:51:00.000-07:002011-07-22T23:22:06.099-07:00I heart Star Wars<div>My friends,<div><br /></div><div>If there's one thing you must know about me, it's that I adore Star Wars. I don't know how many Halloweens I dressed up as Princess Leia and Queen Amidala. After watching the original Star Wars: A New Hope with Robbie and realizing what a big Star Wars nerd he was, I knew he was it.</div><div><br /></div><div>So when I came across this photo, I couldn't help but share it with you.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7DDbNi1VgcoyF7LwEUdKgvobCTGw5DQt7DFxNXkQiv5FQF_oP__56m75F9KJwlYDDQJAfHS1Gman-gyOCpfFcslXIQkR0z1EP-yvUeACpppno8DhhIce177cjuQgjnwHrTASCwNGIYdM/s1600/starwars.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7DDbNi1VgcoyF7LwEUdKgvobCTGw5DQt7DFxNXkQiv5FQF_oP__56m75F9KJwlYDDQJAfHS1Gman-gyOCpfFcslXIQkR0z1EP-yvUeACpppno8DhhIce177cjuQgjnwHrTASCwNGIYdM/s400/starwars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632238012158978962" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(via <a href="http://reasonswhyweloveclaire.blogspot.com/">reasonswhyweloveclaire</a>)</div><div><br /></div><div>Translation: "That's not a moon."</div><div><br /></div><div>Adorable.</div><div><br /></div><div>xo<br /><br /><div><br /></div></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-55392302108001557932011-07-13T18:16:00.000-07:002011-07-20T14:46:34.423-07:00Converting to Texanism<div>My lovely friends,</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm back in action in the blogging world, I promise. There have been a ton of changes in the last month or so that have kept me from posting, but I'M BACK!</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm a graduated girl now! Graduation weekend was the best weekend ever. If you're interested, read all about it on my sister Page's blog, <a href="http://pageonpaper.blogspot.com/2011/06/gradually.html">PageonPaper</a>. If you haven't had a chance to check out her crafty little blog, please do. She's a wonderfully talented little lady with an eye for design & all things crafty. She's always posting cool finds around the internet. I'll be sure to do a feature on her and her adorable blog soon!</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-3NvQaWBYjy_E2ptTuyqlG63K5bNd2gTC6uCfa0Dl6q9bYX3xr13usfGn3etDTr3RKgvctVpQtEo7DZcZJaz-5FpABoFCabU7yP4Du5jkEPcdcx4tAlzAFbsBblkKbFaN5zOlXXsLmg/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-3NvQaWBYjy_E2ptTuyqlG63K5bNd2gTC6uCfa0Dl6q9bYX3xr13usfGn3etDTr3RKgvctVpQtEo7DZcZJaz-5FpABoFCabU7yP4Du5jkEPcdcx4tAlzAFbsBblkKbFaN5zOlXXsLmg/s400/DSC_0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631545834563175602" /></a><br /><div>Since graduation, I've moved back home to save money, plan a trip to europe with my hilarious friend, Kristin, and get ready to move to Austin, Texas with my handsome boyfriend, Robert.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's right, I'm going to be a Texan. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBm5Ry4ccV-2SR3TwLs1jUg7oplLJ4tLL7PpKBtpvOE8RNQfCIN5uWEY_m1Ia5RwbAKDkN6HXcQD9JDhTLw_FuTZOMVG1W0D297zN6ffZid8R7yThwJtN8kxZfH7a4WAOcNrcN-guZbM0/s1600/DSC_0646.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBm5Ry4ccV-2SR3TwLs1jUg7oplLJ4tLL7PpKBtpvOE8RNQfCIN5uWEY_m1Ia5RwbAKDkN6HXcQD9JDhTLw_FuTZOMVG1W0D297zN6ffZid8R7yThwJtN8kxZfH7a4WAOcNrcN-guZbM0/s400/DSC_0646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631545636191615218" /></a><div>Before diving into the responsibilities of being a Texan (which I'm assuming are wearing cowboy boots and loving America- two things I pretty much already do), I took a trip to Austin to check it all out.</div><div><br /></div><div>I met Robbie there (he was already in the city training for his job) and we spent the week exploring the weird and wonderful city of Austin.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Texas is hot. Riverside is hot, but Texas is Texas-hot. The secret to keeping cool? Swim whenever possible. </div><div><br /></div><div>Robbie took me to a sweet pool that his new Austin friends had taken him to: Barton Springs. Let me tell you, this place is a Godsend. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEPJt2YOBccpqAwTtLhZMxoEymxbpJ6lsVf9ziZVbKLaCHYdqDbwekcM3nuG6u10UoVLAG09isi_6_p7MfpQ6kt0n4wHHRWfI_tLA_lH6jlZoE4unPI9Ssc5uKaDDz6LIYUhrDGCg4C4/s1600/DSC_0594.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOEPJt2YOBccpqAwTtLhZMxoEymxbpJ6lsVf9ziZVbKLaCHYdqDbwekcM3nuG6u10UoVLAG09isi_6_p7MfpQ6kt0n4wHHRWfI_tLA_lH6jlZoE4unPI9Ssc5uKaDDz6LIYUhrDGCg4C4/s400/DSC_0594.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631545392851736642" /></a></div><div>The water is refreshingly cold. There's great people-watching. AND, if you're lucky, since Austin is one of the few cities in America where going topless is legal, you may see a pair of you-know-whats hanging around.</div><div><br /></div><div>The pool itself is huge. It looks like a normal pool, but the bottom is totally natural. There are rocks and seaweed and fish swimming around in the water.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sam (Robbie's friend from school) and Robbie jumped off the diving board.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sam's flip was fantastic.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRU7i_8jcME5jiPTIO-3-rwXQZuQphN3XuPqNFTpVo8ABu5hity5vVQlbqnV5BiigOdIL8w1Lmi9TAUyDdu_Y60J5IbyYbyVcDq2zq4Z-w6D-1UHmH_-SpWwG1BOaYy47jYWWK_-hYYs/s1600/DSCN0598.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitRU7i_8jcME5jiPTIO-3-rwXQZuQphN3XuPqNFTpVo8ABu5hity5vVQlbqnV5BiigOdIL8w1Lmi9TAUyDdu_Y60J5IbyYbyVcDq2zq4Z-w6D-1UHmH_-SpWwG1BOaYy47jYWWK_-hYYs/s400/DSCN0598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631545049217064098" /></a>Robbie's jump... a little less graceful. Equally fantastic, though.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gheRtacthx4n8_xlti4oTbAAJAK6HEY5tWuWl72Ppc8hRlES8F8gQnRlGo75rsoN2PSmaX3VgK-AGna9GgGsax5y_qkzbsVPt1_KbP04Tpv6ZN_bNJo3vaLoIAcSFyuPoHC3qH3cdDw/s1600/DSCN0599.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gheRtacthx4n8_xlti4oTbAAJAK6HEY5tWuWl72Ppc8hRlES8F8gQnRlGo75rsoN2PSmaX3VgK-AGna9GgGsax5y_qkzbsVPt1_KbP04Tpv6ZN_bNJo3vaLoIAcSFyuPoHC3qH3cdDw/s400/DSCN0599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631544806821408674" /></a><br /></div><div>The city of Austin is gorgeous. Even the graffiti was pretty. I think the graffiti on the train bridge in this picture said something along the lines of, "peace and love," or something to that effect. Adorable.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kGlUF5fA9DBwQ7SHcmfqEN6qjpvDHioB15XPlH2YFgJQpMmsZGsSw9AlW6MvazrL6SqDGhaIl_facJmcPcCUcgO91bddEQpKLSPVJfS0zGm5Sn57fh7HJ-6DM4_gjmPfRWw_Pl1d11o/s1600/DSC_0602.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4kGlUF5fA9DBwQ7SHcmfqEN6qjpvDHioB15XPlH2YFgJQpMmsZGsSw9AlW6MvazrL6SqDGhaIl_facJmcPcCUcgO91bddEQpKLSPVJfS0zGm5Sn57fh7HJ-6DM4_gjmPfRWw_Pl1d11o/s400/DSC_0602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631544491422982674" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwtAIMx3vSdivH4tpEV2mzCrXa021jYZ9NvnxSFjgWiClq_R_SPlvYA8kTKI3HTL370TSK_3G84SRZq97VzPOSm0DsWghFRjjFsE27AF2uPaW6ykPSeaDimgqeL56oZGRLHB8xXFfVKU/s1600/DSC_0616.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwtAIMx3vSdivH4tpEV2mzCrXa021jYZ9NvnxSFjgWiClq_R_SPlvYA8kTKI3HTL370TSK_3G84SRZq97VzPOSm0DsWghFRjjFsE27AF2uPaW6ykPSeaDimgqeL56oZGRLHB8xXFfVKU/s400/DSC_0616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631544303618210514" /></a></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1dVkTlZt5X0gED8tcrwkc4uDdDyj18Ba71XhNSG_oJaoVVzVrdfsgxGmSjLAUWalxocQyQfb8TTuDq6D48QymtBrgXx6tANby-td0A71hCUKoCT8NJCpaGV6eJLg3q-iwkJqyRG_dP4/s1600/DSC_0624.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1dVkTlZt5X0gED8tcrwkc4uDdDyj18Ba71XhNSG_oJaoVVzVrdfsgxGmSjLAUWalxocQyQfb8TTuDq6D48QymtBrgXx6tANby-td0A71hCUKoCT8NJCpaGV6eJLg3q-iwkJqyRG_dP4/s400/DSC_0624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631544143089846322" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2KgdrMswkipc7d0-umtKIgF-bwUugesgAWbPXHVMAeHIObwgGkf_HJtKyOHOiVe7G0hdvc1_fwvCJcQDpSpjibM7-aHqCNdkJ2aEVsIG9VUZRf9VdYASu_oz0g6_C9uKIyuR1nrG2cI/s1600/DSC_0628.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV2KgdrMswkipc7d0-umtKIgF-bwUugesgAWbPXHVMAeHIObwgGkf_HJtKyOHOiVe7G0hdvc1_fwvCJcQDpSpjibM7-aHqCNdkJ2aEVsIG9VUZRf9VdYASu_oz0g6_C9uKIyuR1nrG2cI/s400/DSC_0628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631543881512929442" /></a><br /></div><div>The bars and clubs in Austin were awesome. Sam's uncle owns The Continental, so we were treated like VIPs when we went there. They had some excellent bands playing there, including the Mother Truckers and The Happen-Ins. Loved both bands.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdefVs8fN7bIZbnrVHma7D7hjrZl-b7fRRfJr2VT9XdJXkFPxG78F5vxXfP2xl-vS1SZcGrS6M7VtfuzpBd_R5UtnX1kPeaaytSLAUqpAKRm2OWXcKvc4YuEki8UqUK7fXRt4LvC-FKDs/s1600/DSCN0647.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdefVs8fN7bIZbnrVHma7D7hjrZl-b7fRRfJr2VT9XdJXkFPxG78F5vxXfP2xl-vS1SZcGrS6M7VtfuzpBd_R5UtnX1kPeaaytSLAUqpAKRm2OWXcKvc4YuEki8UqUK7fXRt4LvC-FKDs/s400/DSCN0647.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631543714816152674" /></a><br /></div><div>On 6th Street, which reminded me a lot of the French Quarter in New Orleans, we went to the Blind Pig and the boys played this punching game. (I wasn't a fan.)</div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwi8v-Jgjk_PXxPwsXVAmIkNTLgk518yzDBxV7EioZKBDmVc4aT9qEmKyZybB11vgjzDX1RLr88oCgUyYpaCjZb-9RhouvS7UthHzKI2-9Vt_XcBxLCDCTqEx8vVPTFNlh25_zk4t690/s400/DSCN0652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631543284001497586" />Robbie practically broke his hand.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIWCVCDpJpEGMCDJaFS1Zltd6qbnQ7cqs7rBrXXU13lJeuXNyL0q9pdRoElWfIxiqtqK07S1zk2VTWDU91evU6fensGIfBTfBPg_TgWOt6pRSpGETcvaHvNKHyb6Ez6R8FnfuydIF1CA/s400/DSCN0653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631543107044462114" />And Sam broke something else...</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigyosvoL6ZrpZusHntLSd28ifr-x7eWPqLYYXj4DNJwtJ__aJX0Bo1XMgmkd16x5XtlVsWFRmmJGb-G6kpDZNwIaVosmpiDaB427OY6qXJxShHVzmSgv5D77krmojw1aGVYSDJilbgOSU/s400/DSCN0654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631542877165008962" /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgOue74J7iaNtKMdT6LnWQzp-b2oHW5gpvcci08-US5k5WIhZM_TC9t0ITt8OhRryxWhXGA2MKYprH3W2MQ1XQmd1t5YZm0LF8w7yIXjF5dU8PZD8_WaOWy4iGRXgRbkk4jwCdAC_4Bk/s1600/DSCN0655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgOue74J7iaNtKMdT6LnWQzp-b2oHW5gpvcci08-US5k5WIhZM_TC9t0ITt8OhRryxWhXGA2MKYprH3W2MQ1XQmd1t5YZm0LF8w7yIXjF5dU8PZD8_WaOWy4iGRXgRbkk4jwCdAC_4Bk/s400/DSCN0655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631543455412261378" /></a>His pants.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwkk1Cj5jbWYiVeeMtqrlFQ73D2_bdn-OlxXAH0STjMxsUYne59H5pnUUmnUNQm-tW-324u5oJfv0PaMjPaBFaK7NsqThrn2jI9LYnx0lMCD8eoyAe1Xv_rttEcU9VWesS36qgHmp4T8/s1600/DSCN0664.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwkk1Cj5jbWYiVeeMtqrlFQ73D2_bdn-OlxXAH0STjMxsUYne59H5pnUUmnUNQm-tW-324u5oJfv0PaMjPaBFaK7NsqThrn2jI9LYnx0lMCD8eoyAe1Xv_rttEcU9VWesS36qgHmp4T8/s400/DSCN0664.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631542645218996690" /></a><br /></div><div>One thing to note about Texas: they don't care if you drink in public as long as your container is covered. </div><div><br /></div><div>So noted the dry-erase board when we entered Hamilton Pool: "No public display of alcohol consumption." As long as your beer is in a beer koozie, you're set. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNN_Xrp8xTonZZIYLYA8w5q03ZBbifSVVrBUAxMbToJqorq1TS8hTaSd6wNr9w__aKspFcQNlxjdxLHZ0fGqjCSlm3zM4SG0u-J_IZyRhz7GLwY9NHKs6f6Lx6bMoer9lhtCTS9g65tPk/s1600/DSC_0648.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNN_Xrp8xTonZZIYLYA8w5q03ZBbifSVVrBUAxMbToJqorq1TS8hTaSd6wNr9w__aKspFcQNlxjdxLHZ0fGqjCSlm3zM4SG0u-J_IZyRhz7GLwY9NHKs6f6Lx6bMoer9lhtCTS9g65tPk/s400/DSC_0648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631542489330209410" /></a></div><div>This was taken right before we saw the pool. Before we saw...</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstyE_3BZLgd_y5tXGdZbyBo66PkUZPEKcKgr_dOMN1WWwGa4jO-no8W0si_ETwgulviK4XBjdZ5PUvu_fK9KUWM_YRPxOegxI3PPVtAH5-twTDMyZWw9tn_KDaXe4obHJaqHrb4Hhe9Y/s1600/DSC_0651.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhstyE_3BZLgd_y5tXGdZbyBo66PkUZPEKcKgr_dOMN1WWwGa4jO-no8W0si_ETwgulviK4XBjdZ5PUvu_fK9KUWM_YRPxOegxI3PPVtAH5-twTDMyZWw9tn_KDaXe4obHJaqHrb4Hhe9Y/s400/DSC_0651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631542374379151650" /></a><br /></div><div>THIS! This picture can't show you just how massive this rock is. Hamilton Pool is absolutely gorgeous.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NHs-wacyovv66cU1XzklOlpcOGfupCkeYkX3RARznmzVce1Zir8CAvlMh2-aNcpN4zRK73NjCl2yClypJMEhqMmQtWDSFyuY0JjiLQzU70I5vqcp-6Y9OLBcZWueGA3ZvMgDQzLjryI/s1600/DSC_0652.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NHs-wacyovv66cU1XzklOlpcOGfupCkeYkX3RARznmzVce1Zir8CAvlMh2-aNcpN4zRK73NjCl2yClypJMEhqMmQtWDSFyuY0JjiLQzU70I5vqcp-6Y9OLBcZWueGA3ZvMgDQzLjryI/s400/DSC_0652.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631542159930941666" /></a><br /></div><div>The handsome boyfriend.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSX0oSJpn0ly8vFzVi7h2eG77HeDVoM8218C4LQvxqXr91vXqWT-16slC3jB_u-mfMF_49UEq2y_k_FmU3hd9m5-SQebVwG7-itLusG5FUaMeeBTErtj0go4-02-Nrv0ywPa6lPDm-GZs/s1600/DSCN0670.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSX0oSJpn0ly8vFzVi7h2eG77HeDVoM8218C4LQvxqXr91vXqWT-16slC3jB_u-mfMF_49UEq2y_k_FmU3hd9m5-SQebVwG7-itLusG5FUaMeeBTErtj0go4-02-Nrv0ywPa6lPDm-GZs/s400/DSCN0670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631541642375442066" /></a>My not-so-fantastic photo-taking skills.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzcGCem9tqS0FWvQQOhqMYY_UWo4pHuQErvMQulXFefvx1nFN310G01xitlGYcWUBN0xGc_SwnpHtRliA2QD_ce2loFwVqCJwNuDGknZcBmu1plcc5yGWPLRo7w04sioB6k86s97De8U/s1600/DSCN0674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzcGCem9tqS0FWvQQOhqMYY_UWo4pHuQErvMQulXFefvx1nFN310G01xitlGYcWUBN0xGc_SwnpHtRliA2QD_ce2loFwVqCJwNuDGknZcBmu1plcc5yGWPLRo7w04sioB6k86s97De8U/s400/DSCN0674.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631541308081188658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTAhjW2cv-azQYFSHbrDC33coOBkJWlGYqZzImB1CThNmzWU3YgoiembJJJtZGWLMBHa-12WluKXbEKxMAmQoCX3nhy_9Qs1b7mpTwJwrbpAbdSe5iu43p7BrA2Nu_8WMn8zV-SfWjx8/s1600/DSCN0682.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZTAhjW2cv-azQYFSHbrDC33coOBkJWlGYqZzImB1CThNmzWU3YgoiembJJJtZGWLMBHa-12WluKXbEKxMAmQoCX3nhy_9Qs1b7mpTwJwrbpAbdSe5iu43p7BrA2Nu_8WMn8zV-SfWjx8/s400/DSCN0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631540997914970978" /></a><br /></div><div>There were mini waterfalls everywhere. The pool was absolutely stunning. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCwxkkBdQD-TOIsWO0sdifTW6WE2AwOfqaMC1GEO-SVizydSVM5JT0eoRKzKDJ-QIh8LN6quKO9pSKavTCDfjn2EvGMMWDWY7k7NDjPV9UAPPz_j6q6vh2H1JPWA4P5fJ0fPuVyAZ0Jo/s1600/DSCN0689.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCwxkkBdQD-TOIsWO0sdifTW6WE2AwOfqaMC1GEO-SVizydSVM5JT0eoRKzKDJ-QIh8LN6quKO9pSKavTCDfjn2EvGMMWDWY7k7NDjPV9UAPPz_j6q6vh2H1JPWA4P5fJ0fPuVyAZ0Jo/s400/DSCN0689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629011094202510498" /></a><br /></div><div>My first impression of Texas was definitely a good one. I'm looking forward to going back and spending some more time with the McCarthy family/my second cousins.</div><div><br /></div><div>Texas, I think I can handle you.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxoxoxoxooxoxox</div><div><br /></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-452306865521253082011-05-04T12:38:00.001-07:002011-05-04T13:31:27.438-07:00Featuring a not-so-average average girlFriends,<br /><br />I just wanted to share a new and adorable blog with you: <a href="http://natyouraveragegirl.blogspot.com/">Nat, your average girl</a>.<br /><br />Natalie is a close friend of my sister and here are a couple of fabulous things about her:<br />- She and her husband look like Barbie and Ken. They are absolutely adorable.<br />- Her brother, Kevin, recently got engaged!!! He and his fiancee ALSO look like Barbie and Ken. Check out their beautiful <a href="http://natyouraveragegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/rules-of-engagement.html">engagement photos</a> on Nat's blog.<br />- Natalie is a great friend and a huge help. She helped pass out programs at my sister's wedding and was a blast at Page's bachelorette party.<br /><br />I'm in love with her posts and her pics.<br /><br />Give her blog some bloglove.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkOZC2JUEXp4oavnNDe1wqT4HlwD6QM0-NuylFZzaUhiD7cjmmW3xbwYa19kvYztpQWA-PMmX87IDtDR7VUeqCvF-tr6G5gkUKdSxVin7PO_Tvu_1q82B14kJFTG8hfWYhhuHXooeYZDk/s1600/natalie.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkOZC2JUEXp4oavnNDe1wqT4HlwD6QM0-NuylFZzaUhiD7cjmmW3xbwYa19kvYztpQWA-PMmX87IDtDR7VUeqCvF-tr6G5gkUKdSxVin7PO_Tvu_1q82B14kJFTG8hfWYhhuHXooeYZDk/s400/natalie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602948303574492706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">(via <a href="http://natyouraveragegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/take-look-its-in-book.html#comment-form">Nat</a>)<br /></div><br />xoxoNikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-4491966656745922912011-04-29T20:10:00.000-07:002011-04-29T20:13:28.406-07:00Schooled by two-year-oldsMy lovelies,<div><br /></div><div>I've been babysitting 20+ hours a week for a little over a month now and I just wanted to let you know that according to two-year-olds, "pokats" means polkadots and "ahmake" means lemonade. </div><div><br /></div><div>In case you were wondering.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm in Riverside, gearing up for a big weekend at Stagecoach Festival!! Yehaw, y'all.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-27134480979682218562011-04-26T21:16:00.000-07:002011-04-27T20:31:27.211-07:00I'm still aliiiive!My dears,<div><br /></div><div>It's been far too long since I've last posted... more than TWO MONTHS! </div><div><br /></div><div>That's equivalent to about two years in blogland.</div><div><br /></div><div>I apologize for my lack of commitment lately. Instead of spending time blogging- which I absolutely adore to do- I've been committing myself to working about 35 hours a week, interning for the blues about 10-15 hours a week and going on some pretty fabulous weekend trips.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've basically been enjoying my last few weeks as a worry-free college student.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some recent updates:</div><div><br /></div><div>- Robbie and I went on a Grandma run to Michigan/Canada to visit all of his grandparents and my family. It was so wonderful to meet his family and for him to spend some more time with mine.</div><div>- Went wine tasting twice in two weekends. Once my gang of friends went with R&P Doogie (Page and Ryan's new nickname) while they were visiting and we ended up playing a sweet game of bocce ball at one of the wineries. </div><div>- </div><div>- Kristin and I are in the middle of planning a trip to Europe. We're planning on going to Prague, Vienna and Berlin. Stoked.</div><div><br /></div><div>So that's the wonderfully easy life I've been leading, which is why I haven't been posting. I've been too busy playing.</div><div><br /></div><div>I promise I won't leave blogland in the dust anymore.</div><div> </div><div>Now please excuse me while I get back to work. </div><div><br /></div><div>And by work I mean Facebook.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxoxo</div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. More info on interning for the Blues soon!!</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-68860797638456113252011-02-21T15:58:00.000-08:002011-02-23T15:41:08.862-08:00wineos<div><div>Dear friends,</div><div><br /></div><div>Robbie's parents came to visit this weekend. They made me miss my dad, so I'm heading home this upcoming weekend!</div><div><br /></div><div>They were so wonderful to us. They treated us to wine tasting all day long on Sunday and took us to breakfast on Monday morning.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a waaay overexposed shot of the whole group at Justin Winery. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghW2XRnXy0d1vPKC4YOERab9OAcI4kgrkNbTXZd8q6kP62d0zGlgHe3njQ1CaSvcYBw8B2xwckMDPwtVQvpEAw2qKjVK5XWd1Y72uBCnc8lvQtrTFI1A6g6YWodRQDitAREAmXIgLQ4GA/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghW2XRnXy0d1vPKC4YOERab9OAcI4kgrkNbTXZd8q6kP62d0zGlgHe3njQ1CaSvcYBw8B2xwckMDPwtVQvpEAw2qKjVK5XWd1Y72uBCnc8lvQtrTFI1A6g6YWodRQDitAREAmXIgLQ4GA/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577033232019684626" /></a><br /><div>We made an impromptu stop a couple wineries later at Peachy Canyon. The Moens bought me a bottle of white wine that was delicious. I'll have to open it on a special occasion! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46ITlmBEjBVtv915lSOqyAINxs5Cm-8LoTuKJ-e1Oev3sl19ns-O4w1imDXFQVRZ8-LfqqlpoYDGsBP2akAhYVifgHpT57Q9Ze62pYU45Z_CYth1DiLN8hNi8e-c1K4j6SV7nLapfyV8/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj46ITlmBEjBVtv915lSOqyAINxs5Cm-8LoTuKJ-e1Oev3sl19ns-O4w1imDXFQVRZ8-LfqqlpoYDGsBP2akAhYVifgHpT57Q9Ze62pYU45Z_CYth1DiLN8hNi8e-c1K4j6SV7nLapfyV8/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577033053621615826" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIe84FNdUsRz5_c3Kzi4j4iavOI2Hsm_USW6J6fPEacZCJh7RdFaF5rKjLRHdQnNoFLSvcJMP47L3D7gFPYBnfxCWiYmxV9AZObMl2LCdgDLuini6TJf0WxRn5gGxaThnrEVyUqALCqKw/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIe84FNdUsRz5_c3Kzi4j4iavOI2Hsm_USW6J6fPEacZCJh7RdFaF5rKjLRHdQnNoFLSvcJMP47L3D7gFPYBnfxCWiYmxV9AZObMl2LCdgDLuini6TJf0WxRn5gGxaThnrEVyUqALCqKw/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577032854321840290" /></a><br /></div><div>Robbie's buddy Sam was so wonderful and drove us from winery to winery. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkwBqhEuSkPxwpPGoF3Po9oLQfwgMsVyin7NVm-GjaPAuETK9mQXHq7jdn7PST8b2F1Xtjj6muAOYsQR_qN_4mBzilWJSszMUSjTHQv1wCga4b49s-AmS2Xe6LQDvqfYOoNAXs8W6OPXU/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkwBqhEuSkPxwpPGoF3Po9oLQfwgMsVyin7NVm-GjaPAuETK9mQXHq7jdn7PST8b2F1Xtjj6muAOYsQR_qN_4mBzilWJSszMUSjTHQv1wCga4b49s-AmS2Xe6LQDvqfYOoNAXs8W6OPXU/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577032652966228674" /></a><br /></div><div>This is at Denner, which was overpriced but gorgeous:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGISTawLSvqRzInWNO7hCYXUGx2sYK4fGBkl49efrXhx78xOtb9x6Gg1tDPWV0lkStSrrlJKeTtuyUVMfKraNn2YAxw6u47cwAPFlxPgWpFD2J0xMl3GGM_H3AgRcU5c2_FyAwCbZeEPM/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGISTawLSvqRzInWNO7hCYXUGx2sYK4fGBkl49efrXhx78xOtb9x6Gg1tDPWV0lkStSrrlJKeTtuyUVMfKraNn2YAxw6u47cwAPFlxPgWpFD2J0xMl3GGM_H3AgRcU5c2_FyAwCbZeEPM/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577032504954334066" /></a><br /></div><div>At a tiny little winery called Tolo:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_VXJAMHCilvZTVIrFm7O9j_tWs1jj3Z36oKPcETakQusiFl8GixLDZMLbGSjBnWC2M3W9kcu4Hq23nh2oU8ZgIGmLFyNY8pJs9nTRtqD-rX6rnJgigksOh7zcX3D3ymELPwqT5gZmuM/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_VXJAMHCilvZTVIrFm7O9j_tWs1jj3Z36oKPcETakQusiFl8GixLDZMLbGSjBnWC2M3W9kcu4Hq23nh2oU8ZgIGmLFyNY8pJs9nTRtqD-rX6rnJgigksOh7zcX3D3ymELPwqT5gZmuM/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577032423142842354" /></a><br /></div><div>L'Aventure had the COOLEST wine glasses. They didn't tip over!!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_5q22ix5MbRD1zwyCJyTMP2_0V3nHvWTJA5UIyMcC6pxGHHR8YoLr1jaYSCQDhU9yzUskWDvdc1nmp0oDFECmDM61vcOhHyKKyk5NNDFD6G6-Xrjyh3gZBjHp6ekvT7rONUl4oQQlPI/s1600/DSC_0139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_5q22ix5MbRD1zwyCJyTMP2_0V3nHvWTJA5UIyMcC6pxGHHR8YoLr1jaYSCQDhU9yzUskWDvdc1nmp0oDFECmDM61vcOhHyKKyk5NNDFD6G6-Xrjyh3gZBjHp6ekvT7rONUl4oQQlPI/s400/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577032066991387890" /></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Moens are always so fun to hang out with. I'm looking forward to heading home this weekend!</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">xxooxxoxox</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-51838726819810444752011-02-20T11:01:00.000-08:002011-02-20T21:49:36.814-08:00hearts & frills<div>My dear friends,</div><div><br /></div><div>Robbie and I celebrated Valentines Day a little late this year. We spent Monday, the actual day of Valentines, studying in the library. We're such dedicated students.</div><div><br /></div><div>Since we've been working so hard, trying to finish our last quarters of college strong, I decided to cook a nice dinner for Robbie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's a picture of the card I made for him:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTKvT8epeZjBDVYx2NIa_i42KBPmDKGFa0Xi_9Y4m6L6-ysVTDH1GpFKeyRZT1-tc-U7eGcr69Z-_yQpbCP4qTMqs5dEUC2qBryAK9n2emygXeVkxAFCqjI74We3gV97RS0GUd2HK2rU/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmTKvT8epeZjBDVYx2NIa_i42KBPmDKGFa0Xi_9Y4m6L6-ysVTDH1GpFKeyRZT1-tc-U7eGcr69Z-_yQpbCP4qTMqs5dEUC2qBryAK9n2emygXeVkxAFCqjI74We3gV97RS0GUd2HK2rU/s400/DSC_0346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575851246832647106" /></a><br /><div>Since I'm a broke college student, I spent a total of $3 on tissue paper to make decorations. I looved <a href="http://jordanferney.blogspot.com/">Jorden Ferney's</a> <a href="http://jordanferney.blogspot.com/2011/02/fringey-streamers-diy.html">frilly streamers</a>, so I made some of my own:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ED5DCwyG0Bv0WP7kKmZLPp5ooOc7dNuTjFqJNLB2IyD5Rcr17qtF2xXdj8Cw4U12lECNrUlzxDrkXvmFR3dIb18Pr8FueDSkXQPD3lj53Yg7ofEHBjii6BvzaMYfR0DBSVLOW_2jaxM/s1600/DSC_0362.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2ED5DCwyG0Bv0WP7kKmZLPp5ooOc7dNuTjFqJNLB2IyD5Rcr17qtF2xXdj8Cw4U12lECNrUlzxDrkXvmFR3dIb18Pr8FueDSkXQPD3lj53Yg7ofEHBjii6BvzaMYfR0DBSVLOW_2jaxM/s400/DSC_0362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575851106426608402" /></a><br /></div><div>I also cut out a ton of hearts, which are so essential for vday.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebJVsMM0bTezT8XYO2ked63mHCJ6MWS0neY_KbKyIY-fxMEObrYWJjvitDgUnXL8_Upf0A15LaC3rKTRfjTU_IoAeptkiSkE-PN9A3Ec28USazDn25pEo2Ie9-lXZL0amRNI3ew9nKVk/s1600/DSC_0363.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgebJVsMM0bTezT8XYO2ked63mHCJ6MWS0neY_KbKyIY-fxMEObrYWJjvitDgUnXL8_Upf0A15LaC3rKTRfjTU_IoAeptkiSkE-PN9A3Ec28USazDn25pEo2Ie9-lXZL0amRNI3ew9nKVk/s400/DSC_0363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575850965537210930" /></a><br /></div><div>For dinner, I made <a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/baked-penne-with-chicken-and-sun-dried-tomatoes?backto=true&backtourl=/photogallery/quick-chicken-recipes#slide_32">baked penne with chicken and sun-dried tomatoes</a>, a recipe I found from Martha Stewart. It turned out delicious.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJ981Jq6SPHlFqspvr__lro07PHDh57YnqWqTDgIq5aNc0gm2OVDakmRFp6WWVyhsWqfZUYluNpzU2qiO8b9z1sKeyKd4TCb7X580CGKxmzJ54qeDdcpwv14DQ4nqOuuDErZfecrxXRg/s1600/DSC_0358.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJ981Jq6SPHlFqspvr__lro07PHDh57YnqWqTDgIq5aNc0gm2OVDakmRFp6WWVyhsWqfZUYluNpzU2qiO8b9z1sKeyKd4TCb7X580CGKxmzJ54qeDdcpwv14DQ4nqOuuDErZfecrxXRg/s400/DSC_0358.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575850674708713058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMg8Nxe2AltJqmg3CcaQwv7cGzsOs4LBJ9PS4NT821D8oaEOidd_hkRpg5k1HoQQuqO7sINhWF82wbTorlCiF57h-bC5Ara1aePrEC7jPw8e-0yocUkaxHJwmFJfFAt5hL4bHR4-l9T-I/s1600/DSC_0361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMg8Nxe2AltJqmg3CcaQwv7cGzsOs4LBJ9PS4NT821D8oaEOidd_hkRpg5k1HoQQuqO7sINhWF82wbTorlCiF57h-bC5Ara1aePrEC7jPw8e-0yocUkaxHJwmFJfFAt5hL4bHR4-l9T-I/s400/DSC_0361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575850554072587202" /></a><br /></div><div>It was a simple and wonderful valentines day. I was lucky to have such a great valentine.</div><div><br /></div><div>xoxo!</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-40064716400825976042011-02-16T18:07:00.000-08:002011-02-16T18:39:11.271-08:00inspired<div>Dear friends,</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-VlwjJUzoyR3glgBxN8jHV0kLuXQ3tND5rLr6EEF63K-cmF_EILyo5A48I0nR_nbyAwQ9k9G2E1GusPlMihyLPy5-Aq-IgYU4rTPgQetxyckf3YhMhbV7Sj6J5IJc5m0zerYGIaqLjM/s1600/carizza.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-VlwjJUzoyR3glgBxN8jHV0kLuXQ3tND5rLr6EEF63K-cmF_EILyo5A48I0nR_nbyAwQ9k9G2E1GusPlMihyLPy5-Aq-IgYU4rTPgQetxyckf3YhMhbV7Sj6J5IJc5m0zerYGIaqLjM/s400/carizza.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574482278296735522" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">(photo credit: <a href="http://meganhartleyphotography.com/">Megan Hartley Photography</a>)</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm so incredibly lucky to have such inspiring friends. </div><div><br /></div><div>Today, my very good friend, <a href="http://carizpondence.blogspot.com/">Carizza</a>, was recognized for her incredible event planning and overall awesome life skills by <a href="http://inthenowweddings.com/blog/2011/02/spotlight-on-carizza/">In The Now</a>, a wedding and event planning company she interns for. This little lady has done so much in her 21 years of existence and I can't help but wish I could be just like her.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are a couple of reasons why Carizza is better than the rest of us:</div><div><br /></div><div>- She's charming. Her friendly demeanors makes you want to ask her out for coffee the first time you meet her.</div><div>- She's organized, punctual and reliable, thanks to her handy-dandy moleskin planner. Those little things are our bibles. </div><div>- She's creative beyond belief. She's always involved in something- let me restate that. She's always IN CHARGE of something (the girl's a natural-born leader) that is different and inspiring. </div><div>- The girl's got style. And her signature color is yellow. Bonus points all around.</div><div>- She's a trendsetter. Everything she does is <i>cool</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Carizza, my lovely, you rock.</div><div><br /></div><div>xo!</div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-19664755323881356092011-02-12T14:37:00.000-08:002011-02-12T16:49:37.816-08:00football, finally<div>My lovelies,</div><div><br /></div><div>Superbowl Sunday last week was tons of fun. Robbie bought a ton of beer and lots of friends stopped by to say hi throughout the game. </div><div><br /></div><div>A couple of photos I wanted to post:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOuJUhP6RgBtRSHSpzIKB3LZUa3mKMZPIyFf2EJ0MALqJdjBjoRNhN4cJHiMyDAa-43eKjXvWaEC4X0lkKz6AmT_9O2iB5Xm-lurDJHITNg64F7q8PxEEU_hqrpHNzGvsDhHrguznArI/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOuJUhP6RgBtRSHSpzIKB3LZUa3mKMZPIyFf2EJ0MALqJdjBjoRNhN4cJHiMyDAa-43eKjXvWaEC4X0lkKz6AmT_9O2iB5Xm-lurDJHITNg64F7q8PxEEU_hqrpHNzGvsDhHrguznArI/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572936272506171602" /></a><div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08JjMPjaePjburSFuaFLt8U15MmeBoCMa9E74K4YoL4uEufJkW1fad8r7HCbham7q7Nq5rSSEBXC6M2mMTdMaaXHJ-cdBnhpDn4AmL1pcsMC1J9xcVC4V5G6hZrdx1FxMvohC7jrdd6U/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08JjMPjaePjburSFuaFLt8U15MmeBoCMa9E74K4YoL4uEufJkW1fad8r7HCbham7q7Nq5rSSEBXC6M2mMTdMaaXHJ-cdBnhpDn4AmL1pcsMC1J9xcVC4V5G6hZrdx1FxMvohC7jrdd6U/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572936175538465842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKrYFwFtF-dkceqhpOS5-yF9RmYU0o1YdcuYMiiCzeGDutt2kR3u52rt9XTEoJDLc8Mlu7LbVw4974LxNU9WfN9jOsi3uTZ89Z8frzIEeVtVZ4B0sU0MWFxoQYn1EF9PQ2KoMwjalN9A/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKrYFwFtF-dkceqhpOS5-yF9RmYU0o1YdcuYMiiCzeGDutt2kR3u52rt9XTEoJDLc8Mlu7LbVw4974LxNU9WfN9jOsi3uTZ89Z8frzIEeVtVZ4B0sU0MWFxoQYn1EF9PQ2KoMwjalN9A/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572936076231123634" /></a>It was a lovely day!</div><div><br /></div><div>Since then, I've been obsessed with watching <a href="http://www.hulu.com/search?query=dorm+life&st=1&fs=">Dorm Life</a>, a show that a couple of UCLA students put together a few years ago. My roommate, Lindsey, showed it to me and I've been hooked ever since!</div><div><br /></div><div>Some other new obsessions:</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.thevintagepearl.com/">Handstamped jewelry</a> (I'm thinking of getting into jewelry making...)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/classic-french-toast?backto=true&backtourl=/photogallery/romantic-dishes#slide_2">FRENCH TOAST!!!!</a> (A special someone may get this for breakfast on Valentines day!)</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://heart-of-light.blogspot.com/2009/06/ruffly-headband-tutorial.html">Pretty handmade headbands</a> </div><div><br /></div><div>Hope everyone's Valentines day is fabulous! </div><div>xoxoxoxo</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3917208753565587387.post-42935115300057376862011-02-01T20:54:00.000-08:002011-02-01T22:37:14.652-08:00no pigs for rent<div>Dear friends,</div><div><br /></div><div>Firestones is the go-to BBQ joint in San Luis Obispo. Its tri-tip, salads and french fries are amazingly delicious.</div><div><br /></div><div>HOWEVER, today Robbie and I went to Mo's (instead of Taco Roco for Taco Tuesday- sad, but true), the lonely and forgotten BBQ place a block away from Firestones. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was equally delicious.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's pig themed and I loved this sign:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHKntG7A53X6hQWQhpFWbyZweyIhCo9lPCfU_48MJngjkVTmFlP2XBOmwc6Bu4XfRxDAlgLPNRinbsulNcz0PS61cJ-HrdFl2TMQeGXvFPQY0q9Dk4oDF07cttKbvkkx4xyzG97L8rFbU/s1600/DSC_0343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHKntG7A53X6hQWQhpFWbyZweyIhCo9lPCfU_48MJngjkVTmFlP2XBOmwc6Bu4XfRxDAlgLPNRinbsulNcz0PS61cJ-HrdFl2TMQeGXvFPQY0q9Dk4oDF07cttKbvkkx4xyzG97L8rFbU/s400/DSC_0343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568951380281519682" /></a><br /><div>So weird.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you all had a wonderful Tuesday!</div><div>xoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxox</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>p.s. Here are a couple of cool things I've been wanting to share with you:</div><div><br /></div><div>My friend, <a href="http://intelligentbabble.blogspot.com/">Rachel Egan</a>, is doing public relations work for the suicide prevention <a href="http://loveoutloudcampaign.com/">Love Out Loud</a> campaign. Check it out!</div><div><br /></div><div>My wonderful sister, Page, sent me this <a href="http://www.hostessblog.com/">party hosting blog</a>. You may get some good superbowl party ideas!</div><div><br /></div><div>The lovely and creative <a href="http://carizpondence.blogspot.com/">Carizza Sioco</a> sent me a link to <a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=083194&catId=HOME-TABLELINENS&pushId=HOME-TABLELINENS&popId=HOME&navAction=top&navCount=90&color=014&isProduct=true&fromCategoryPage=true&subCategoryId=HOME-TABLETOP-NAPKINS">these adorable anthropology placemats.</a> How elegant. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fashionista Amanda Garcia started a <a href="http://refugeoftheimaginative.blogspot.com/">fashion blog</a> not too long ago. She makes the cutest jewelry and has the BEST taste in clothes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Washington softball stud, Morgan Stuart, wrote me a long, lovely letter. <a href="http://www.gohuskies.com/sports/w-softbl/wash-w-softbl-body.html">Go Huskies!!</a></div>Nikol Schillerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379798623945600275noreply@blogger.com0