<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:38:11.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel and Adam's Travel Blog!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-1666151802601616223</id><published>2008-02-21T11:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T12:25:04.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73WiUvZ-fI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r62GVfvqmXM/s1600-h/Eating+Borscht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73WiUvZ-fI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r62GVfvqmXM/s200/Eating+Borscht.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169523832462637554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam and I just returned from an amazing week in Poland.  With such a rich and sad history, it was interesting to see how surprisingly "normal" the country looks.  For instance, after Warsaw was virtually leveled during World War II, and then was a center for communism, and then finally gained its independence about twenty years ago, and yet it looks rather like many older cities.  Additionally, we were impressed at what a good value everything was.  Often we would eat&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73Yl0vZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zrnugsUeT7Q/s1600-h/Picture+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73Yl0vZ-jI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zrnugsUeT7Q/s200/Picture+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169526091615435314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; an excellent and extensive dinner including drinks, soup, main courses, and desserts and paid what we would pay for just entrees at the equivalent of the Danish Applebee's in Copenhagen.  This made for quite a luxurious vacation, with lots of great food and a good balance between relaxing and sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73WjEvZ-gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_7fafVIdNYU/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73WjEvZ-gI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/_7fafVIdNYU/s200/Picture+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169523845347539458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our time in Gdansk, a beach town in the north where solidarity against the Communist party was born.   We had wondered if traveling in the wintertime would be a bad idea, but we loved having the city virtually to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73YmkvZ-kI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kUAc-ZxEl48/s1600-h/Picture+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73YmkvZ-kI/AAAAAAAAAKc/kUAc-ZxEl48/s200/Picture+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169526104500337218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ourselves. We had lots of time to stroll around the pedestrian streets at night when they were nearly empty and to wander aimlessly into shops and restaurants and never have to wait for service.  We also took a day trip to Malbork, the largest brick castle in the world, built as the headquarters of the Teutonic knights for centuries.  Normally Adam isn't especially interested in castles, but the amazing history of this one, including secret passageways and excavated bones in the ground were appealing to us both.  After two days in the north, we took a Valentine's day train down to Krakow, in the far south of Poland.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73aqEvZ-nI/AAAAAAAAAK0/656LItmfqGk/s1600-h/Picture+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73aqEvZ-nI/AAAAAAAAAK0/656LItmfqGk/s200/Picture+160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169528363653134962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krakow is a beautiful medieval city.  We got a great off-season price for a hotel just off the main square.  We spent our days wandering around the old town and castle, visiting old Jewish&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73WkEvZ-hI/AAAAAAAAAKE/B_FNvnW5nSE/s1600-h/V-day+on+the+train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73WkEvZ-hI/AAAAAAAAAKE/B_FNvnW5nSE/s200/V-day+on+the+train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169523862527408658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cemeteries and synagogues, and partaking in the coffee shop culture that doesn't really prevail in Copenhagen.  The cemetery had an sobering history, having been ransacked by Nazis during WWII and the grave stones being stolen to pave the ground at Auschwitz close by.  After the war, the grave stones still in&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73YkkvZ-iI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PU7lO6k0Qn4/s1600-h/Jewish+Cemetary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73YkkvZ-iI/AAAAAAAAAKM/PU7lO6k0Qn4/s200/Jewish+Cemetary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169526070140598818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tact were returned to their rightful place and the ones that were broken up were used to build a wall around the cemetery.  We enjoyed talking with local Poles who were very friendly and eager to suggest their favorite vodkas and sites in the city.  We learned that we came at a perfect time, as we got clear skies and a romantic snowfall while the weeks previously had been cold and rainy.  We also took a day trip out to Zakopane, a nearby ski town, to see the mountains we had been missing.  We took a tram up to the top of a mountain and could see the Tatras mountains in Slovakia across the valley.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73ao0vZ-lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3yx0NItDVnE/s1600-h/Picture+184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73ao0vZ-lI/AAAAAAAAAKk/3yx0NItDVnE/s200/Picture+184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169528342178298450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last day was spent in Warsaw, the capital city.  It is quite urban but also has an interesting&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73d-UvZ-oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HwmTlhfVhyo/s1600-h/Picture+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73d-UvZ-oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HwmTlhfVhyo/s200/Picture+194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169532010080369282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; old town and the rather dominating Palace of Culture and Science, built by Stalin as a way to combine communist efficiency with Polish architecture and culture.  We flew back to Denmark in the midst of a heavy snow to moderate temperatures and our Danish lives waiting for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-1666151802601616223?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/1666151802601616223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/1666151802601616223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2008/02/poland.html' title='Poland!'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73WiUvZ-fI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r62GVfvqmXM/s72-c/Eating+Borscht.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-6275805783497492245</id><published>2008-02-21T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:11:11.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Those Danes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73La0vZ-dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jqTtNCxIu5c/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73La0vZ-dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jqTtNCxIu5c/s200/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169511608985713106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our faithful blog readers- it has been a while since we have posted anything and for that I apologize.  It has been a while since we did any extensive travel and without any new fun pictures to post we haven't been staying updated.  In this post, we'll display pictures of our recent trip to Dragor, a nearby fishing village, and from the Carlsburg Gliptotek, a sculpture museum sponsored by the local brewery (I am posing by a mummified cat, in case you were curious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73KdkvZ-aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ndcs9Blz4oU/s1600-h/Mumified+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73KdkvZ-aI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ndcs9Blz4oU/s200/Mumified+cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169510556718725538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I had the opportunity to speak to a class of cadets at the Danish Naval Academy about American culture (on of the rather amazing things we get to do as foreigners here).  This lecture caused Adam and I to reflect pretty extensively on the differences we've noticed between Danish and American culture.  One major difference is that Danes really like to follow rules, and look down on anyone who appears to be a rebel.  Jaywalking is not a crime and one cannot be ticketed for it, and yet everyone waits at street crossings for the little green man to appear, even if the street is desolately empty.  Why?  Because that's just the rule.  Recently we were talking with some Danish friends about how, in Santa Barbara, biking under the influence of alcohol (a BUI) is a rather serious offense, punishable by a large fine and even the losing of one's driver's license.  The Danes responded that BUIs are a problem here too, but that they usually go unpunished because the REAL problem is that when people get drunk and ride their bikes, they forget to turn on their&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73LaUvZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5QJeht_HVYk/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73LaUvZ-cI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5QJeht_HVYk/s200/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169511600395778498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bike light (a pinprick of a glow that really serves no function in the dark)- and that's the rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Danes had some interesting things to say about Americans as well.  One explained how he went to a New York Giants tailgate party one time and he couldn't believe how excited everyone got about the food they had.  He said people were calling to each other about how their turkey had been steaming for two hours, and you should try that guys ribs, and so on and so on, and the only time he had ever seen humans get so excited about eating was every morning when he gets his two-year-old son breakfast.  I wanted to respond that I don't get really excited about Danish food either, but I thought that might be impolite.  Another Dane explained how he felt that Americans are pretty superficial because whenever they ask "how are you" they don't really want to know the answer, they just want to continue with their days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More generally, Adam and I are doing well in Denmark.  There have been glimpses of spring more and more often and we are looking forward to good travel weather coming soon.  There are times when we feel lonely and we certainly miss lots about the States, most of all the people, but sometimes help and encouragement come from the most unexpected places, and then we feel comfort and joy and we are so glad to be here.  Recently when we bought a TV just a few blocks &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73KeEvZ-bI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N8taixZv_ls/s1600-h/Moving+our+TV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73KeEvZ-bI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N8taixZv_ls/s200/Moving+our+TV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169510565308660146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from home we planned on carrying it back to our apartment ourselves, not realizing how large and heavy it would be.  The kind Iranian family we bought it from offered us their double-wide baby carriage to use to cart the TV back- which we were most thankful for.  Another time Mel made an appointment for a haircut in an unknown part of the city.  I had to take two different buses to get there and through a variety of circumstances, ended up missing the first and getting lost to the second, finally arriving at my appointment twenty minutes late and unable to keep it.  Discouraged at having woken early for nothing and with my very poor sense of direction, I set out for school and made it just in time for "bad Friday," a tradition where each week three people are assigned to bring treats to share during the morning break.  (On a side note, I usually find&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73MqkvZ-eI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2Vlv6n7Zt6g/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73MqkvZ-eI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2Vlv6n7Zt6g/s200/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169512979080280546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bad Fridays quite distressing, as the "treats" in which people partake when they are being "bad" are usually fruit, cheese, bread, and pastries, pretty nearly the staples upon which I base my diet here in Denmark.  I have no idea what these people fill up on the rest of the week, but I eat like bad Friday every day, but on Fridays, someone else pays.)  On this particular bad Friday when I was feeling rather discouraged, a lovely woman from Texas had made a Tex-Mex style chicken dip in the design of an American flag, with salsa stripes and olive stars.  And what a glorious gift it was!  Perhaps the Danes are right, I may get too excited about food, but goodness, some yummy Mexican food cheered me right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are headed to Poland next week for the February "ski week" break, but we wanted share a bit about our everyday lives here.  We hope you all are well and we miss you lots.  We love getting updates hearing about details from the States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-6275805783497492245?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/6275805783497492245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/6275805783497492245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-those-danes.html' title='Love Those Danes'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R73La0vZ-dI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jqTtNCxIu5c/s72-c/Picture+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-8433683918772681323</id><published>2008-01-15T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T02:50:52.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years and Our Old Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R40hfgk3AAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lifAqcsP4a4/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R40hfgk3AAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lifAqcsP4a4/s200/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155813973613281282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!  We've had a busy few weeks.  To start, we celebrated the transition from 07 to 08 in a quiet part of Copenhagen with a few friends.  We had originally planned on going downtown, to what Danes call the "Times Square of Copenhagen."  Luckily, we talked to some people who were in the know and found out how crazy it becomes throughout the city on &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R40higk3ABI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aKZMAHXQUz8/s1600-h/Picture+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R40higk3ABI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aKZMAHXQUz8/s200/Picture+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155814025152888850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new years.  We heard stories of how protective eye wear is necessary, of people having been hit with firecrackers being set off horizontally down streets, and an assortment of other wild stories, all of which were confirmed as we watched the news coverage and saw news reporters with their own bouncers keeping the public clear from their cameras- and bodies- from all the way across the street.  Even being in the quieter part of town we still got quite a fireworks display.  We had sparklers to celebrate with, which seemed rather puny in comparison.  When Adam and I talked with Danish friends and students later in the week they&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R40hiwk3ACI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ruw52myhySs/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R40hiwk3ACI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ruw52myhySs/s200/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155814029447856162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were surprised that cities in the US don't allow fireworks as grandiose as those and that there aren't as elaborate displays.  Truly, it was like the finale of the San Ramon Fourth of July show going on in twelve different places at once. You can view the video at &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btdxlOdVrAQ" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v&lt;wbr&gt;=btdxlOdVrAQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since New Years, we both have gone back to work and we moved into the city of Copenhagen.  Our new apartment is at an amazing location.  It is so refreshing to walk downstairs and have about ten eating options within two blocks as opposed to Lyngby where there were only about four restaurants serving dinner and the city is dead if we come home as late as 6pm.  We live in a very happening, artsy part of Copenhagen with design shops and parks close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having gone back to teaching after a six month break has been wonderful.  I didn't realize how&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R43f-Qk3ADI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UzpEOWXD2s4/s1600-h/Copenhagen+1+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R43f-Qk3ADI/AAAAAAAAAI0/UzpEOWXD2s4/s200/Copenhagen+1+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156023409103536178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; much I missed it until I got back into the classroom.  My students are sweet and hardworking and the school has given me experiences in teaching that are completely unique from anything I've done before.  In lots of ways I've had to rethink the things that I take for granted in teaching.  I feel like I go to the UN every day as I am teaching students all over the world with such unique sets of experiences.  When I tell them I have lived my entire life in California they can hardly imagine it because their families are so international.  I tried to explain the concept of a 24-hour Safeway and they truly didn't understand what I meant by a store that doesn't ever close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am getting some perspective on world literature.  Yesterday I taught Shakespeare's "Shall&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R43gaQk3AEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Fud1HMN8xd8/s1600-h/Copenhagen+2+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R43gaQk3AEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Fud1HMN8xd8/s200/Copenhagen+2+132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156023890139873346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day" for about the twentieth time, but it was the first time I understood the true gift a summer's day can be in a place where truly the sun sometimes cannot be seen for weeks at a time.  Before we came, we thought lots about the cold weather, but really, what Adam has come to miss most are the mountains and I have missed the daylight.  In Denmark, the highest point is actually the bridge leading to Sweden (it is so flat &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R43hVQk3AFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PrlShkHJAac/s1600-h/Copenhagen+1+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R43hVQk3AFI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PrlShkHJAac/s200/Copenhagen+1+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156024903752155218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here!) and in December, it would not be light out until 9am and would be dark again by 4pm.  It was crazy to  begin teaching in the dark in the morning and finish teaching in the dark in the afternoon.  However, we have some exciting news- it is getting lighter by two minutes each day, and last weekend the temperature hit 8 degrees C- the warmest it has been for us yet!  So we see glimmers of the spring coming and are so excited for it.  In the meantime, we are planning trips to fill our vacation time in February and March and we're enjoying the new experiences that come every day as we are living here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-8433683918772681323?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/8433683918772681323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/8433683918772681323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-and-our-old-apartment.html' title='New Years and Our Old Apartment'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R40hfgk3AAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/lifAqcsP4a4/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-4534676698856519556</id><published>2008-01-02T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:05:38.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uGcAk2_6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5iT4nfxOjA8/s1600-h/Picture+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uGcAk2_6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5iT4nfxOjA8/s200/Picture+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150858414577352610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you all!  We had a wonderful Christmas celebration, but of course missed all of you we would have seen had we been back in the US.  We so much appreciated the love we got through cards and emails, letting us know what you all were doing and helping us feel we were still able to keep up with all of your lives! What a blessing it is to celebrate the holiday in a different part of the world with different traditions that still point to the same glorious event!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uGbAk2_3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8WydxJZyw2k/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uGbAk2_3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/8WydxJZyw2k/s200/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150858397397483378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I did lots to keep our Christmas traditions going even here in Copenhagen, although&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI-Ak2_9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/43anLod5Mfk/s1600-h/Picture+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI-Ak2_9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/43anLod5Mfk/s200/Picture+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150861197716160466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uGbQk2_4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ltUM9-PGhA4/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uGbQk2_4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ltUM9-PGhA4/s200/Picture+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150858401692450690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some went better than others.  Actually, since we are here we got the opportunity to host our first holiday as a married couple!  We got a Christmas tree from a local seller and still made and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uGbwk2_5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/jJEbgulSuTU/s1600-h/Picture+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uGbwk2_5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/jJEbgulSuTU/s200/Picture+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150858410282385298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;decorated Christmas cookies.  Since our Danish kitchen has no measuring cups or spoons, we had to estimate or convert American recipes.  The Danes &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI-wk2__I/AAAAAAAAAIU/XTeVjcMiRRo/s1600-h/Picture+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI-wk2__I/AAAAAAAAAIU/XTeVjcMiRRo/s200/Picture+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150861210601062386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;use a scale and weigh all of their ingredients out in grams when they are following a recipe.  This worked well for the first round of sugar and spice cut out cookies, and so we got a little careless and the second batch of chewy cookies actually turned out like crumbly little cakes- no doubt because of too much baking powder or soda.  Luckily for us, when the Monkowskis came to visit they brought some measuring devices, so we won't have that problem again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's parents and sister came for Christmas and we had a great time relaxing and traveling around with them.  In accordance with the Danish system of work, Adam's school is completely closed for&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI-Qk2_-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/U5PU7MYP9MI/s1600-h/Picture+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI-Qk2_-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/U5PU7MYP9MI/s200/Picture+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150861202011127778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eleven days during the holidays.  The heat is turned off and lights are out. However, for Christmas Eve, Christmas, and Boxing day, most of the rest of Denmark is closed as well, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI9Qk2_7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/nzKXzqdIeMo/s1600-h/Picture+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI9Qk2_7I/AAAAAAAAAH0/nzKXzqdIeMo/s200/Picture+140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150861184831258546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so there wasn't much to get to see and do.  For Christmas Eve we made the seafood stew that is a Monkowski tradition and for Christmas dinner Adam cooked a duck, as is the Danish custom.  We went for a long walk Christmas day into the local park and saw many huge deer.  We were hoping for some snow or some sunshine, but got neither.  At least there was no rain and so we were able to spend some time outdoors walking around Copenhagen and showing off the city.  We took several day trips with the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI9wk2_8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6Ptx_Q149to/s1600-h/Picture+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uI9wk2_8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/6Ptx_Q149to/s200/Picture+180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150861193421193154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monkowskis, to a local castle in Hillerod, south Sweden, and a Viking museum.  The Viking museum provided costumes to try on and so Annie, Janice, and Mel had a great time dressing like Viking women and taking pictures in a model ship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-4534676698856519556?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/4534676698856519556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/4534676698856519556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R3uGcAk2_6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/5iT4nfxOjA8/s72-c/Picture+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-7732474479896899983</id><published>2007-12-13T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T04:22:11.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oslo and Updates</title><content type='html'>Hello!  So much has happened over the last few weeks.  First, Mel got actually two jobs.  After she found out that her work visa was ready to go she applied to substitute teach at several international schools that give classes in English.  Just two days after being hired at one (and before she had actually even subbed any days) a teacher had to return to the U.S. suddenly and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ESb0IVL9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qyLhmAxYYzY/s1600-h/View+From+Ski+Jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ESb0IVL9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qyLhmAxYYzY/s200/View+From+Ski+Jump.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143412518493171666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unexpectedly.  Mel interviewed and was hired within the following few days and started immediately.  Since students here end a term before Christmas break, it has been rather hectic getting up to speed on what they have been learning and preparing them for their finals.  However, it will be nice to work just two weeks and then get three weeks off!  In January, Mel will start the new term at 60% time.  She'll teach two classes, a modified 10th grade and a modified 9th grade class, each being literature and writing-based classes for students who still struggle with English as a non-native language.  Additionally, she'll lead an SAT prep class on campus and do some other one-on-one tutoring.  At about this same time, Mel got a tutoring job with a family of three boys.  The kids are a bit exuberant but are also very sweet and it is fun to spend some time in a Danish household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ESbUIVL8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/j6AFQl2tRRc/s1600-h/Picture+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ESbUIVL8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/j6AFQl2tRRc/s200/Picture+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143412509903237058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides starting work, we also found a new apartment.  The location is AMAZING.  It is right in the city center of Copenhagen, on a busy street in what is known as the sort of trendy ethnic part of town, so we will have a bit of a reprieve from the otherwise very blond Denmark (not that there's anything wrong with being blond ;) as well as access to lots of fun, cheap restaurants and bars.  But, the apartment is located quite a bit off the street, behind several other buildings and so it is quiet and private, and it receives lots of light from the east and west and is just all around a cute Danish building.  We'll move during the middle of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Adam had his birthday, and we spent it at Tivoli gardens, an amusement park.  They&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ES00IVL-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/fl_Hu_DPPNY/s1600-h/Picture+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ES00IVL-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/fl_Hu_DPPNY/s200/Picture+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143412947989901282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have quite a Christmas display with many strings of lights and a market selling all sorts of Christmas gifts.  We ate at a Croatian-Danish buffet, which included lamb roasting on a spit, five different kinds of pickled herring, and miscellaneous other meat and potato type foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago we went to Oslo, Norway.  Oslo is a great city.  It is very clean and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ERY0IVL5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LGItQypXAwY/s1600-h/Picture+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ERY0IVL5I/AAAAAAAAAGk/LGItQypXAwY/s200/Picture+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143411367441936274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; organized well for tourism, but also rather dark and expensive.  It actually was a great time to make the trip, because now that we are back in Denmark, everything seems incredibly cheap and bright! We saw the Nobel Peace Center, which has several thoughtful exhibits.  We were a week too early to see Al Gore in town to receive his award, but he is already featured in the museum as a part of this hall of lights, "illuminating" each winner with his or her accomplishments.  There was also a large room on freedom of speech, asking though-provoking questions about when free speech compromises others' rights and to what extent industrialized nations are actually able to provide freedom of speech.  One of our favorite parts was the Nobel Peace museum, highlighting past Nobel winners.  There was also an incredibly interesting photography exhibit in which the artist asked other Palestinians who had been expelled from their homes, "What would you have me do for you when I go to visit?"  The artist then took pictures of herself doing these simple things, like sipping water from a home village or walking the route from a former home to the local market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to see the ski jump in the mountains above Oslo, which provided a beautiful view &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2EQx0IVL4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/MrP9LRcVzMg/s1600-h/crabby+kids+statues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2EQx0IVL4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/MrP9LRcVzMg/s200/crabby+kids+statues.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143410697427038082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a ski museum about the history of the sport.  That same day we went to see the Viking ship museum and Frogner park.  The park is extensively decorated with statues by the Norwegian artist Vigelund.  He made an agreement with the government that they would provide work space, materials, and a salary for the rest of his life if he would donate all he produced to the people of Norway.  Now many of his works are on display in this park.  He always&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ERZkIVL7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ziIvLwBg7bo/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ERZkIVL7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ziIvLwBg7bo/s200/Picture+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143411380326838194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; portrays people engaged in the emotional extremes that characterize humans.  This is my favorite, portraying jealousy between two small children.  We also went walking around the harbor and Carl Johan's Gate, a famous pedestrian street, and sipped mulled wine at a Christmas market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-7732474479896899983?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/7732474479896899983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/7732474479896899983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/12/oslo-and-updates.html' title='Oslo and Updates'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R2ESb0IVL9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/qyLhmAxYYzY/s72-c/View+From+Ski+Jump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-2437184337628384575</id><published>2007-12-03T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:48:38.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malmo</title><content type='html'>Our second Saturday we took the Oresund bridge to Sweden.  Sadly, a Dane told us that the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SF8EIVL2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/k7xsazPkpdo/s1600-R/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SF8EIVL2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1KHZ-Jq65NQ/s200/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139880341683908450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; highest point in Denmark is actually on this bridge, right before it crosses into Swedish territory.  Malmo is the first city across the bridge, and it turned out to be a delightful place to spend a Saturday.  The train is quick and easy and the town is rather like Copenhagen but a bit cleaner and better geared towards tourists.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SF7kIVL1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/upuPyDcerwc/s1600-R/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SF7kIVL1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/lrdjO55jAvg/s200/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139880333093973842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We wandered around the pedestrian shopping streets and visited the modern art museum and the old fortress complex, which actually Denmark built since this area used to be Danish.  The fortress has extensive grounds (as it&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SF8kIVL3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/22FJTSDeQ3A/s1600-R/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SF8kIVL3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/SUEEJ0bodiU/s200/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139880350273843058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; used to be a castle) that were fun to wander through, and then we got some dinner and enjoyed the live music and mini-donuts that were a part of the local outdoor Christmas market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-2437184337628384575?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/2437184337628384575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/2437184337628384575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/12/malmo.html' title='Malmo'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SF8EIVL2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1KHZ-Jq65NQ/s72-c/Picture+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-5911024375701081791</id><published>2007-12-03T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T14:28:57.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helsingor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SCZUIVLxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/HUVfIqCvd9s/s1600-R/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SCZUIVLxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K-NfcB6u2LM/s200/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139876446148570898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SBnEIVLvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/2qAhXa8-rQg/s1600-R/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SBnEIVLvI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n3mSgrbyM9o/s200/Picture+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139875582860144370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to take some sort of trip every Saturday that we've been here, whether it is a little day trip or a longer outing.  The first one we took was to Helsingor, a small town on the north-eastern end of the island Copenhagen (and we) are situated on.  If you say Helsingor five times fast, you'll get Elsinore, most famous as the setting for Shakespeare's Hamlet.  The centerpiece of the town is the gloomy castle where the famed and mostly fictionalized prince met his demise.  It was described to us as rather gray and dreary- which it was, and which really is just exactly what Hamlet's castle probably should be.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SB4EIVLwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Yukug5WsqVE/s1600-R/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SB4EIVLwI/AAAAAAAAAFc/otoIjcFETT4/s200/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139875874917920514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Besides that, the town is just five miles across the water from Sweden, and since Denmark sells goods for so much cheaper, lots of Swedes will ferry across the sea to stock up on cheap stuff.  Consequently, Helsingor is a cute shopping town as well.  A golden pretzel above the window of a shop to Mel means a bakery, and to Adam means slow down, Mel is going to make a stop.  Outside of the chocolate, the cheese, and the pastries, the food here leaves much to be desired, but goodness, you can certainly fill&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SCxUIVLyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dnWCTibLMFY/s1600-R/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SCxUIVLyI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MuIA8IN4cZg/s200/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139876858465431330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; up on chocolate and cheese and pastries.  The one Mel is sampling here (probably her favorite) is a little citrus-flavored cookie that is crispy on the outside and spongy-soft on the inside, covered with chocolate mousse and then sealed shut with a hardened layer of chocolate.  Mmmmm....  We also visited a great little cheese shop and had our first taste of the polser- a much-varied hot dog that is the Danish answer to fast food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-5911024375701081791?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/5911024375701081791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/5911024375701081791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/12/helsingor.html' title='Helsingor'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R1SCZUIVLxI/AAAAAAAAAFk/K-NfcB6u2LM/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-4373574320840001222</id><published>2007-11-23T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T04:28:57.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copenhagen and Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bAoyxXl9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/n4JoNiH4AeY/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bAoyxXl9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/n4JoNiH4AeY/s200/Picture+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136004232118769618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We usually go into Copenhagen at least twice per week, once on Friday nights and for the day on Sunday, to attend church and to explore.  So far we have been out two Fridays with some of Adam's work colleagues.  His officemate is an amazing linguist who is originally from China and speaks Mandarin, Swedish, Danish, English, and French.  Because he attended college in Copenhagen he knows his way around really well and he has taken us to his favorite bars on Fridays.  Ironically, they&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bGOSxXmFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YAZecHKT4-g/s1600-h/PA041039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bGOSxXmFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YAZecHKT4-g/s200/PA041039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136010373922003026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; often have themes on Friday nights, and the first one we attended was a Texan theme- which included a very large American flag draped on the wall and "Smells Like Teen Spirit" playing on the stereo. Bummed we didn't have our camera with us for that night, but convinced that sort of thing only happens once, we went out the next week without our camera again to a different bar that was doing a Hawaii theme! For the Danes, the Hawaii theme meant leis and large blow-up alligators, which again was pretty funny to see. We're pretty bummed we didn't get to document either occurance, so now we don't leave home without our camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bCQyxXmAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yoxpPuAWm98/s1600-h/PA041043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bCQyxXmAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yoxpPuAWm98/s200/PA041043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136006018825164802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Copenhagen we've found a church that we really like.  It is an international Lutheran church conducted in English, with attendees from all over the world.  Each time we've gone we've stayed late at their coffee hour hanging out with the great people there.  And Adam likes his weekly opportunity for good drip coffee.  And for Thanksgiving, we had four of the girls we've met over for turkey dinner.  Two girls are American, one is British and one Hungarian.  Mel cooked her first Thanksgiving, and we were able to make a turkey breast and some drumsticks (no whole turkeys), cranberry sauce from fresh &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bEcSxXmCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lUKn6dJl1-A/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bEcSxXmCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lUKn6dJl1-A/s200/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136008415416916002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;berries,  mashed potatoes, stuffing, lemon-butter green beans, and rolls.  No pumpkin, canned or fresh, for pie, so we did a chocolate torte instead (no complaints here).  It was so fun to get to share our traditions with some people who had never celebrated it before- the one from Britain said that what she knew about Thanksgiving was entirely based on watching the sitcom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; from Britain, and that we did it pretty similarly to how they do it on the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bBZixXl-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1fI_LfFM7Nc/s1600-h/PA111057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bBZixXl-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/1fI_LfFM7Nc/s200/PA111057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136005069637392354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bFkSxXmEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ePg3e2auMYs/s1600-h/PA041045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bFkSxXmEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ePg3e2auMYs/s200/PA041045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136009652367497282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From Copenhagen I've posted pictures of some of our favorite places.  Nyhavn is the canal from which most of the boats leave.  It is the old-fashioned sailors' quarters and has the bright building&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bBvCxXl_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/xz50l7jNYqM/s1600-h/PA041047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bBvCxXl_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/xz50l7jNYqM/s200/PA041047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136005439004579826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fronts.  In Denmark it used to be that you paid taxes based on how much street-front property you used, so the buildings are narrow and have no side yards.  Some of the coolest parts of the old town are situated right on the former canals, that have now been reworked to be a network of lakes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bE3SxXmDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8fBsuC0Fli8/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bE3SxXmDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8fBsuC0Fli8/s200/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136008879273383986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We also visited the old citadel which is a star-shaped piece of land islanded off by canals, and now has an old church and active walking trails.  Christiana is a hippie colony with tons of artistic graffiti, and lastly you'll see this guy who was misbehaving and tried to hop stones over to the statue of the Little Mermaid to give her a little kiss and ended up falling in the water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-4373574320840001222?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/4373574320840001222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/4373574320840001222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/copenhagen-and-thanksgiving.html' title='Copenhagen and Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bAoyxXl9I/AAAAAAAAAEE/n4JoNiH4AeY/s72-c/Picture+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-1625992370231409569</id><published>2007-11-23T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T04:33:23.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyngby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0a09ixXl6I/AAAAAAAAADs/VnJwdkmOciI/s1600-h/PA031004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0a09ixXl6I/AAAAAAAAADs/VnJwdkmOciI/s200/PA031004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135991394461521826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0a0JCxXl5I/AAAAAAAAADk/vao51u9BQM4/s1600-h/PA111063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0a0JCxXl5I/AAAAAAAAADk/vao51u9BQM4/s200/PA111063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135990492518389650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our first two months here we're living in Lyngby, which is a smallish town about six miles north of Copenhagen.  For the time being, we are living in university housing and in January we'll have to find a place on our own, hopefully in the city of Copenhagen.  Before we came, we had received conflicting advice from first a Dane and then a former post-doc in Denmark as to whether it would be better to live in Copenhagen or in Lyngby, where Adam works.  Now that we have been here a while we would perhaps equate the two to San Francisco and Walnut Creek.  Not very many Americans would &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0a1UixXl7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/uvD3HGVLMaI/s1600-h/PA031015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0a1UixXl7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/uvD3HGVLMaI/s200/PA031015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135991789598513074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;live in San Francisco and commute to Walnut Creek- just like not many Danes would live in Copenhagen and commute to Lyngby.  The city is more expensive, more crowded, and less quaint than the town of Lyngby.  However, for two Americans who don't speak Danish, Copenhagen offers many better opportunities in the way of English-speaking clubs, movies and art, churches, and social settings for us to get involved with.  We also are excited to try living in a big city.  For the meantime, Lyngby is wonderful- it is a quaint, upscale, mid-sized town with lots of shopping and cafes and a well-developed downtown area (and as you see, one cafe has a name that is rather close to our hearts- the translation is "Cafe Me and Annie").&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bIYixXmGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/klQXQDQ9zxU/s1600-h/PA031000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0bIYixXmGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/klQXQDQ9zxU/s200/PA031000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136012749038917730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, it has a beautiful park called Dyrehavn (animal park) which constitute the former royal hunting grounds.  Consequently, it has beautiful scenery as well as many different types of animals.  We've heard the park is most beautiful after a frost, so that is one reason to look forward to the weather getting colder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-1625992370231409569?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/1625992370231409569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/1625992370231409569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/lyngby.html' title='Lyngby'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/R0a09ixXl6I/AAAAAAAAADs/VnJwdkmOciI/s72-c/PA031004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-3016986866525508370</id><published>2007-11-15T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:08:53.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're He-ere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsSH7-mgUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kVQt4bz_Jtk/s1600-h/PA041042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsSH7-mgUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kVQt4bz_Jtk/s320/PA041042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132716127887458626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello friends and family!  It has taken a while but we have finally gotten our travel blog up and running.  We hope to update about every other week or so with pictures and short blurbs to tell you all what we are having fun doing this year as we are living in Denmark!  But first, since it has been a while since we've seen some of you, we'll give a quick recap of how we've spent the last two months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-3016986866525508370?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/3016986866525508370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/3016986866525508370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/were-he-ere.html' title='We&apos;re He-ere'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsSH7-mgUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kVQt4bz_Jtk/s72-c/PA041042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-6034930269836996666</id><published>2007-11-14T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:48:31.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsYs7-mgVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1M99hAc8gbY/s1600-h/P1010154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsYs7-mgVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1M99hAc8gbY/s200/P1010154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132723360612385106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around September first we packed our things and left our "hobbit hole" apartment in Santa Barbara.  We had an amazing last week saying goodbye to loved ones and enjoying our favorite Santa Barbara things one last time.  Unemployed and homeless, we left for a Greater Northwest road trip for twenty-five days.  The trip had multiple goals: enjoy a special transitional time when we both had few responsibilities, see a part of the country that we live so close to and had spent so little time in, taste beer in as many breweries as possible, and decide if the California housing market should be abandoned for the luster of Oregon and Washington.   Our first day we left early to arrive at Sierra Nevada Brewing Company by lunchtime.  This easily wins the best restaurant choice of any other brewery.  Besides cheap and yummy beer, the food was fantastic and varied.  We moved on to see the steam crags in Lassen, and ended the day at Lava Beds National Monument.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-6034930269836996666?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/6034930269836996666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/6034930269836996666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/journey-begins.html' title='The Journey Begins'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsYs7-mgVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1M99hAc8gbY/s72-c/P1010154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-8832200179298562417</id><published>2007-11-14T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:09:47.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 1- 4: Southern Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsaxb-mgWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tQrIMoOcWIE/s1600-h/P8060210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsaxb-mgWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tQrIMoOcWIE/s200/P8060210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132725636945052002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most interesting things we saw were the caves at Lava Beds National Monument.  In Northern California there is an entire network of caves that are completely open to climbing and exploring.  They really look like you are in the middle of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Goonies&lt;/span&gt; movie, with divided passageways and mosses hanging down from the ceilings.  This picture is taken climbing into "headache rock."  Besides the caves, in south Oregon we went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As You Like It&lt;/span&gt; at the Ashland Shakespeare festival, hiked at Crater Lake, and visited some Monkowski family friends in Bend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-8832200179298562417?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/8832200179298562417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/8832200179298562417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/days-1-4-southern-oregon.html' title='Days 1- 4: Southern Oregon'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsaxb-mgWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tQrIMoOcWIE/s72-c/P8060210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-4780313055916067303</id><published>2007-11-14T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:37:54.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 5-8: Northern Oregon to Montana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsjFb-mgXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MfnTUqw9y14/s1600-h/P8090293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsjFb-mgXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MfnTUqw9y14/s200/P8090293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132734776635457906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving Bend we decided on a whim to climb the South Sister to get beautiful views of the neighboring mountains and valleys.  Unfortunately, when we left the car we had not yet decided to do that, so we didn't bring our hiking boots or poles and we ran out of water on our way back down.  The hike has a false summit two-thirds of the way up, so when we thought we were almost to the top of the summit we were surprised to learn that we still had another two miles of hiking on crumbling volcanic rock to get to the top.  Throughout that last leg of the hike every time you would step one foot forward you would sink six inches back again.  Having not adequately carbo-loaded for the trek, we got really worn out and Mel got some elevation sickness at the top but it was a beautiful view.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsj5r-mgYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dj5Q90rCW_Y/s1600-h/P8110323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsj5r-mgYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dj5Q90rCW_Y/s200/P8110323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132735674283622786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Greg told us recently that when you travel, you often learn more about your own culture than the one you visit.  In Oregon, we learned that California provides convenience and service that we had never noticed when we almost ran out of gas.  It turns out that in Oregon, it is common to have four or five hour stretches of driving with no serviceable gas pumps.  Luckily, after we had driven ten miles already with the gas light on, Melanie met a nice man in overalls at the post office who let us use the town's private co-op to get our gas.  He said his kids have lived in Oregon their entire lives and they still run out of gas on the highways, so we shouldn't feel too badly about it.  Besides that adventure, camped and hiked a few days in the Wallowa mountains in the north eastern corner of Oregon.   After having seen so many volcanic phenomena, it was great to get back to granite mountains and the waterfalls, plant life, and lakes that accompany them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-4780313055916067303?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/4780313055916067303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/4780313055916067303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/days-5-8-northern-oregon-to-montana.html' title='Days 5-8: Northern Oregon to Montana'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsjFb-mgXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/MfnTUqw9y14/s72-c/P8090293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-1846773273403965420</id><published>2007-11-14T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:39:36.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 9-16: Kalispell and Hiking in Glacier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzspgL-mgZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1xNCyapW6So/s1600-h/P8160416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzspgL-mgZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1xNCyapW6So/s200/P8160416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132741833266725266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a little over a week in Montana, mostly in Kalispell with Mel's parents, but also on a three-day backpacking trip through Glacier National Park.  Staying at "Chateau Wilkins" is always such at treat, and this time even more so after having been camping.  We had a great time going hiking, out to eat, hot tubbing, and just relaxing with Karen and Howard for a few days.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsrEb-mgbI/AAAAAAAAABE/iNn0gxFU2X0/s1600-h/P8160403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzsrEb-mgbI/AAAAAAAAABE/iNn0gxFU2X0/s200/P8160403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132743555548610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Glacier you can see Adam taking proper bear precautions, and even though it was the season for it, we didn't see any grizzlies.  We did however have to protect our food from a big eight-point buck and have little showdowns with the mo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsrjr-mgcI/AAAAAAAAABM/2EL3WMO-OZA/s1600-h/P8160405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsrjr-mgcI/AAAAAAAAABM/2EL3WMO-OZA/s200/P8160405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132744092419523010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;untain goats for the right to pass on the trail.  We hiked up what looked like the hidden stairs from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOTR&lt;/span&gt; to some beautiful views and a kind of disappointing glacier and saw the fall colors Mel had been hoping for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-1846773273403965420?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/1846773273403965420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/1846773273403965420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/days-9-16-kalispell-and-hiking-in.html' title='Days 9-16: Kalispell and Hiking in Glacier'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzspgL-mgZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1xNCyapW6So/s72-c/P8160416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-5181784131365728990</id><published>2007-11-14T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:38:51.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days 17-25: Washington, Oregon, and Norcal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsz_r-mgdI/AAAAAAAAABU/AdVWe5d2-DE/s1600-h/P8220452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsz_r-mgdI/AAAAAAAAABU/AdVWe5d2-DE/s200/P8220452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132753369548882386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Montana we drove a marathon day to the Olympic Peninsula.  From there we camped and backpacked into a coastal rain forest, which has the highest concentration of living mass per area in the world!  The beach had piles and piles of trees spanning miles in each&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzs0hb-mgeI/AAAAAAAAABc/A8ZZ70B4Ocs/s1600-h/P8230473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzs0hb-mgeI/AAAAAAAAABc/A8ZZ70B4Ocs/s200/P8230473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132753949369467362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; direction that fall in the rain forest and are carried by rivers to the ocean.  The forest literally is green in every place that you look.  Every single surface is covered by mosses and other plants, and when a tree falls over, it becomes a "nurse log" because several other trees will spring out of it along with other vines and shrubs.  We camped by a little creek and could hear the caribou making their trumpet-like mooing to one another.  And amazingly, although it rains over one hundred inches every year there, we had beautiful weather and didn't even get rained on once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Seattle, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwPaSxXlpI/AAAAAAAAABk/BM-3DBTk14Y/s1600-h/P8260526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwPaSxXlpI/AAAAAAAAABk/BM-3DBTk14Y/s200/P8260526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132994619685443218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we stayed with a good friend who made excellent recommendations of what to see and do in the city.  We hung out at Pike's place market, got excellent seafood lunch by the water, went to fun coffee shops and bookstores, and got a tour of the "chic" area of downtown while we checked out the evening bar scene.  In Portland we saw Multnomah Falls before exploring the rose gardens and having lunch at a McMenamin's- a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwQGSxXlqI/AAAAAAAAABs/2ZlvXK5aoNM/s1600-h/P8270549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwQGSxXlqI/AAAAAAAAABs/2ZlvXK5aoNM/s200/P8270549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132995375599687330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chain of brewpubs all over Oregon that convert high-character old buildings like schools and theaters into fun downtown hangouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Portland, we drove to Astoria, then down the Oregon coast and inland again to Eugene, where we stopped through a friend's hometown of Drain. On the way we saw the Tillamook Cheese Factory and stopped at hug point.  We continued south into&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwReCxXlrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TCl3ozFJFHc/s1600-h/P8280575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwReCxXlrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TCl3ozFJFHc/s200/P8280575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132996883133208242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; California where we camped a night to explore the Lost Coast, the only area of California coastline too rural and rugged for highway access.  Notice how our footsteps are the only ones in the black sand.  Our last, long day was spent in northern California tasting at brewerie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwSjSxXlsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C6Lvz-0CATM/s1600-h/P8290610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwSjSxXlsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/C6Lvz-0CATM/s200/P8290610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132998072839149250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s and finally getting back to Danville.  We got pint glasses at almost all of the breweries we visited, and so here is a picture of our final collection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-5181784131365728990?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/5181784131365728990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/5181784131365728990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/days-17-25-washington-oregon-and-norcal.html' title='Days 17-25: Washington, Oregon, and Norcal'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzsz_r-mgdI/AAAAAAAAABU/AdVWe5d2-DE/s72-c/P8220452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-947125922393292395</id><published>2007-11-13T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:08:51.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw1OSxXl0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fpY5SRC9njY/s1600-h/Wilk+222+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw1OSxXl0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fpY5SRC9njY/s320/Wilk+222+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133036194968868674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwvAyxXluI/AAAAAAAAACM/7nJC16Q2N74/s1600-h/IMG_3332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwvAyxXluI/AAAAAAAAACM/7nJC16Q2N74/s200/IMG_3332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133029365970867938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwyuSxXlwI/AAAAAAAAACc/TRNbsGPBCCg/s1600-h/P9140935.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A week after we got back, Melanie's lovely sister Kristin Grossheider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw2qSxXl1I/AAAAAAAAADE/vsEfau4NJYQ/s1600-h/10A0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw2qSxXl1I/AAAAAAAAADE/vsEfau4NJYQ/s200/10A0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133037775516833618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; officially became Kristin Melli.  The wedding was beautiful and the wedding week was a fun time to celebrate with friends with showers, bachelor/ette parties, and the rehearsal dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-947125922393292395?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/947125922393292395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/947125922393292395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/kristins-wedding.html' title='Kristin&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw1OSxXl0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/fpY5SRC9njY/s72-c/Wilk+222+070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-637277669028561218</id><published>2007-11-12T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T03:54:11.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PA and DC Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwygSxXlvI/AAAAAAAAACU/aw-3VEmF8Yc/s1600-h/P9140937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwygSxXlvI/AAAAAAAAACU/aw-3VEmF8Yc/s200/P9140937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133033205671630578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after the wedding, we left for Pennsylvania.  Adam's dad was receiving an award at Penn State and Melanie had never seen Adam's birth state, so we met up with Adam's parents and extended family.  We got to see Adam's grandma and uncle in Pittsburg, and then continued to Erie to see where Adam's dad grew up and his other grandma and aunt, uncle, and cousins.  Then we got to tour Penn State before heading on to DC.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwyuSxXlwI/AAAAAAAAACc/TRNbsGPBCCg/s1600-h/P9140935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwyuSxXlwI/AAAAAAAAACc/TRNbsGPBCCg/s200/P9140935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133033446189799170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melanie had never been there and since we are planning on traveling as much as possible in Europe, it seemed to make sense to see our own nation's capital first.  We spent our time wandering around the monuments, exploring Georgetown, having dinner and drinks with some friends, and seeing the big DC attractions like the White House, Arlington Cemetery, the National Cathedral and the National Zoo.  And look, Lois Capps hooked us up with last minute passes to see the House and Senate in session!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-637277669028561218?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/637277669028561218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/637277669028561218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/pa-and-dc-trip.html' title='PA and DC Trip'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/RzwygSxXlvI/AAAAAAAAACU/aw-3VEmF8Yc/s72-c/P9140937.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3480693399118107303.post-3846338625172018564</id><published>2007-11-10T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T04:26:32.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>London</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw6AixXl3I/AAAAAAAAADU/HfXcOS99C34/s1600-h/P9270954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw6AixXl3I/AAAAAAAAADU/HfXcOS99C34/s200/P9270954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133041456303806322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw51SxXl2I/AAAAAAAAADM/HaKRzG4TohI/s1600-h/P9260950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw51SxXl2I/AAAAAAAAADM/HaKRzG4TohI/s200/P9260950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133041263030277986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we said our goodbyes in Danville, we set out for Europe- HURRAY!  Our first stop was to visit our friends Greg and Mariah in London.  Miraculously, our baggage was accepted (despite being a few pounds overweight) on every flight and made it on time to each destination to which we flew, even to Copenhagen.  Perhaps even more miraculously, we were able to get the bags from each airport to our lodging destinations and back again (sometimes with more than a little help from&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw6VixXl4I/AAAAAAAAADc/sZH0C3zoa3k/s1600-h/P9280972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw6VixXl4I/AAAAAAAAADc/sZH0C3zoa3k/s200/P9280972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133041817081059202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; others).   We had just been to London a year before and had done most of the touristy things then, so it was nice to get the London perspective from two people who have been living there for over a year and do the locals thing.  We went to great local restaurants, watched "football" from a pub, visited great specialty stores and went on a walk in the outskirts of London proper.  Besides that, we got spoiled with great home cooked food and good company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3480693399118107303-3846338625172018564?l=melandadam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/3846338625172018564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3480693399118107303/posts/default/3846338625172018564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melandadam.blogspot.com/2007/11/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>Mel and Adam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04330740586733507880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZxD4YIDAbAE/Rzw6AixXl3I/AAAAAAAAADU/HfXcOS99C34/s72-c/P9270954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
