Getting Here

Soooooo.... I'm an idiot. Not that this should come as much of a surprise to many of my friends. I had attempted get all my flights to line up with Mara and Kelly's (Ken was already in Europe skiing in France for a week). I managed to get everything done... mostly. The flight over to Frankfurt was done correctly, but it turns out that I booked the wrong flight from Frankfurt to Geneva. They left at 11:50am and I was to leave at 1:00pm. The problem was that we had to catcha train out of Geneva at 2:47pm. The next train wasn't until 6:00am the nextday.

The flight itself is just over and hour long. So I was going to be cutting things close. To make matters worse, my flight was a bit late taking off. Sigh... Our back up plan was spending all night in Geneva drinking and catching the train the morning. As good a back up plan as it was, I was hoping to make the train.

Managed to make th train with about 5 minutes to spare. A few hours later we tranfered to a bus. We had about 3 minutes make the transfer. After another hour on that bus we made out final transfer and an hour later we were in Aosta. Saints be praised.

So we are here and ready to take on the Alps and all the awesomeness they contain. Let's do it.

Mara is the Center of Everything

First things first. We are in Europe. More specifically, we are currently in Aosta, Italy. At the foot of the Alps. Did I mention that we are in Europe? Anyways, this whole came to fruition because we all knew Mara, and only Mara. Though that hardly seems to matter now. Turns out that long trans-Atlantic flights have a way of creating bonds between travel buddies. Things have started out interesting and all signs point to awesome.

Game on.