Photos

Just a little dinner in Marseille.

Fierce in Deyrolle.

We always knew that we were close to our airbnb in Rome when we found this fountain. After a couple of bottles of Barolo, it's important to have landmarks...

He got me with that emerald.

Our first night of our first trip together at a Paris street cafe. 2015.

Coming home after our first trip to Paris (our first big trip anywhere). Long layovers slapped the cute right off of us and made us look like Eastern European smugglers.

This man is happiest always on public transportation. I am the happiest when it's a pristine cable car in Lisbon.

In the windy hills of Portugal, after a one heck of an urban climb.

Entering the catacombs...

Obligitory Paris picnic.

I kind of hate having my photo taken, but he keeps trying.

Diego & Frida.

In Mexico City, we had our own private chapel. George has no idea what people do in chapels.

Door shopping.

We don't recall the theme here, but we sure do have fun dressing up on occasion.

Playing soccer with some local boys in the alleys of Marrakesh. Pretty cute.

George is a baller with Pesos. (shuuuuush....Don't tell him.)

I'm a classic American in Mexico City... or anywhere when we travel. Too many smiles, and probably way too loud.

Small bites for lunch outside King George's castle. He seems content...

Stomping around a very chilly NYC in December. For my birthday, George bought us tickets to the Rockettes Holiday show. So much my thing, so much not George's. And that's why I'm marrying this man.

If George had his druthers, he would travel everywhere by Tuk-Tuk.

We don't twin on purpose.

EeeeeK! Twinning again in France. What a couple of weirdos.

My hand says "wife of George". It's a very crafty street trick in Morocco. Other hustlers now could just yell "George!" at us. Well, everyone's a sucker once in a while.