Getting out of town

Then the girls got lice, so Mark and I fled town.  (There may also have been a tenth anniversary involved.)

We went to the Czech Republic...

...and Austria to ride bikes.

It rained almost as much as it didn't, the hills were no joke, and we were in absolute heaven.

All we had to do was bike, eat and not manage smallish children for the first time in almost eight years.  Absolute Heaven, no matter how much it rained.

If we can still manage it on our twentieth anniversary, I will consider myself a blessed woman.