Bonjour!

Firstly let me apologize for the less than timely nature of this letter. Last night had a bit of a run in with a pan I was baking Salmon in, and have severely burned my right hand, which has necessitated Zach typing this letter while I dictate...I don’t really mind, I don’t like doing things for myself anyways. That being said please excuse his more than likely spelling, typing and grammar errors, I’m sure there will be plenty...
This weekend we went to Dijon to meet up with Zach’s parents who had come over to visit us. With Zach and I it is not surprising that tragedy struck not four hours into our trip. After dinner on our first night in Dijon, we all returned to our room that now included two rollaway beds for Zach and I to sleep on. Zach’s first reaction, since he is such a slacker, was to plop down and lounge on his bed. While completely innocent, that was perhaps not the best decision, for as he launched himself onto the rollaway bed, it collapsed and right onto his mother’s unsuspecting feet. According to Zach the bed was “improperly” set up however I’m convinced that he is just that much of a walrus...The screams that were then unleashed probably made the neighbors wonder if someone was being tortured in the “Romani Conti” room, and sent all of in the room into a flurry trying to remedy the situation. Zach and I headed down to the hotel’s bar to get some ice, which mind you is pretty hard to come by over here, and after about an hour we had all calmed down enough to finally go to bed.
Despite the fact that the weekend did not start off on a great foot... (haha I crack myself up...) we had a really great time. The next morning with the help of an ace bandage, Zach’s mom was good to go; despite that fact that we now know she did in fact fracture her foot. We went on a morning tour of several local wineries and spent some quality time driving through the vineyards that fan out all around the city. Going into wine cellars with several hundred thousand bottles of wine in them was incredible, and defiantly brings a whole new meaning to the song a Little Dust on the Bottle. Sunday we kinda randomly decided to drive to Geneva, Switzerland, and spent the day tooling around the city and taking a boat tour out on Lake Geneva. I had anticipated that Switzerland would be cold, you know, that whole Alps thing? I was defiantly wrong; it was by far our warmest and sunniest day to date while we have been
in Europe.
This weekend we are heading back to Germany, specifically Munich. I’m pretty pumped about it because I have been looking forward to visiting Neuschwanstein Castle, the model for Disney’s Magic Kingdom castle, since I first saw it on the Discovery channel in the spring. Hopefully my hand will have recovered enough to allow me to type next week!
Lots of Love
Hillary



Geneva!



Dijon!



Wine Country!