We’re going on a bear hunt. Not.

 

Unless I run into one in Switzerland. (There are bear in Switzerland, right?)

I guess it’s time to start posting a few photos from our trip.
This is so depressing.

I guess I’ll start with the miscellaneous file.
I don’t miss the airports and planes and shuttles and buses and metros so much.
(Who am I kidding? I could happily ride a subway all day long.)

It’s good luck to pass the Google cam on the way to the airport.

Passing time in Charlotte.

I actually took boots to Europe for the first time. (My Aunty would be proud.)

Unlike my first trip, where the frigid weather joined forces with my sandaled feet.
(Edinburgh, Scotland c. 2006)

The hubs.

Oddly enough, I love airplane food.

Charlotte?

Munich?

Philly?

I think I’ve discovered the key to great travel: start at a small airport.

We’ve always driven to larger airports for our flights, but this time we flew out of our itty bitty regional airport.

Shabam!

There may be one whole TSA officer in the entire terminal.
Security was a 5 minute deal, even with my giant battery packs that look like bombs.

There were smiles, laughs and bon voyage’s all around.

I’m telling you. Go small or go home.

 

Paris photos next.