Where should I start? No idea.
My mother-in-law was practically suicidal in her approach to traffic in Milan and Paris. Granted, that's not hard to do, considering how people drive in those cities. But when we got to London, we really were on edge. Now the traffic would be coming at her from the opposite direction!
So far she hasn't gotten herself run over, although last night held some adventure. She loved the place we took her for dinner. In the middle of the road, she decided she needed to turn around make note of the name of the restaurant, so she'd have it for her journal. When we looked back (our mistake to let her fall behind) and saw her there--with traffic approaching--we both yelled, and she scurried to safety. How she lived this long is beyond me, but someone must be watching out for her!
Other than that, she's starting to adjust to life on the road (after a week and a half). She actually showed some smarts in navigating her way out of the London Underground today (too long of a story for here, but we were proud of her).
We've spent frightening--but not surprising--amounts of money, but I don't think we'll have a single regret. She'll always remember this trip fondly. That's already clear.
We bought ourselves a few gifts, as well as some for our nephews and niece. Also, we bought a good friend a gift, but that's a secret for now!
We've been less successful on the postcard front. We sent a couple, but I couldn't find the address of a certain blogger (who might possibly go by "Coffeedog"). So she was kind enough to e-mail it to me. I'm waiting on one more piece of info (sorry!!! Chalk it up to early senility!), and then I can send the card. (Update: she sent the info. Thanks!)
Marc is making notes, so he should have plenty of blog fodder of his own when we return. He'll even have lots of photos from the Canon camera. I'll share a few from my SLR, too.
Okay, he just questioned me about sitting here writing a blog entry, so I'll wrap it up. After all, his mother is tucked safely in bed (well down the hall this time, thank you very much--not that we'd ever let her hear a thing, Ms. Tuna!), and we need to get back to our room and continue our efforts to make a baby!