Amsterdam. Blue skies. 10 pm.

Emma and I spent all of last week eating Swiss chocolate and croissants... and then we went swimming suit shopping. Sounds like a disaster right? Actually it was a complete success! I think we're on to something here...

Today we went to the Louvre, where Emma punched a tourist.

Once upon a time last week, we took a train through the Alps. And it was lovely

You can't swing a dead cat in Paris without hitting a pregnant woman. Seriously. But I guess all those adorable French babies have to come from somewhere.

Sometimes we go to the park and take creepy pictures of the little French children. Because they are adorable and they dress better than us.

This morning in the train station we saw missionaries. This is how the conversation went-

Katie: Are those missionaries?
Emma: I don't know.
Katie: I think those are missionaries!
Emma: Mmm...
Katie: Those have got to be missionaries! Look at them!
Emma: ......
Katie: Those are definitely missionaries. Hey missionaries!

At this point I started smiling and waving like some kind of crazy person and the missionaries were super confused until we yelled, "Hey, we're from Utah! We're Mormons!" Then they also smiled and waved and we chatted for a minute. And then we ate some fresh bread for breakfast.

Today is gonna be a good day.