we ate around the world at tyler's parents house this christmas. ukranian kutya. ethiopian injera. mexican enchiladas. every night a different culture. we were never hungry and always full. it was glorious.
when we weren't eating, we were climbing mountains to find the perfect tree (which ended up being the perfect tree someone else had cut down and left behind...), racing down the hill in the backyard, building pizza ovens, watching movies, playing beatles rockband, monitoring the eclipse, and listening to urabamba.
sleep is highly overrated...
can't wait to do it again. and again.