You can take me everywhere.

Part One: In which I consume my body weight in cheese.

Part Two: In which I totally fail at being a tourist in London. Again. (And this time, I didn't even have swine flu as an excuse.)

Winter Weight

We're still alive. Wading through uncertainty, but we're still here. 

(And if all else fails, at least we're fattened up in preparation for the next round. Switzerland is the greatest country on earth. Where else can you go out for dinner, eat only melted cheese and bread, and not face any sort of criticism or post-meal guilt?)