So this is where I'm at. I made it, jet-lagged and all. Security at Logan was insane-they made me take off my hat and sneakers! And then six hours flying overseas was great but only because I got to watch two flicks and eat three meals. But arriving in Amsterdam at 7:30 in the morning, not speaking a word of Dutch and trying to find bags and trains is crazy. No sleep, very tired and now I'm lounging back at a twelfth century castle for the night (shhh, thats hush hush) and trying to refuel for an eight hour bus ride to Paris in the morning. Lots of fun, great small houses and gingerbread looking homes. It's like a miniature Vermont with lots of ducks, oh and two moats. Miss you guys!