Phew! Did you make it this far? ‘Scuse the epic photo post — I really wanted you to get a sense of Bordeaux via a pinterest-y vibe.

So the thing that (almost) makes up for missing friends and family back in the states is getting to jet around Europe on weekends. That makes us sound faincy and wealthy but we are neither of those things. Instead of spending money on our home, or clothes, or gadgets, we save for travel.

Matt and I went to Bordeaux a few weekends ago not because we know anything about wine or speak any French, but because we found really cheap flights direct from Edinburgh. And if you dangle a croissant in front of me, I will go wherever it goes. It sealed the deal when I went on Airbnb and found this place that used to be an old store-front for a mere £40 per night. Go to France and play out my dreams of being Juliette Binoche in Chocolat — don’t mind if I do!

I didn’t end up selling chocolate (just eating it), but our store-front flat was charming and walking distance to all things Bordelais.

For those of you curious, there isn’t really that much to see in the city of Bordeaux — especially if you aren’t swayed by the siren song of Chateau wine tours (it sounds like this: winnnnneeeeee….. gurgle, gurgle, gurgle). But it is a gorgeous place: lots of mansard roofs and boulangeries and cobblestones. It’s Paris on a teeny scale and without the Eiffel Tower. And to us sun-starved Scots it was a dreamy fairy-tale land where the wind is but a breeze and you can actually feel the sun on your skin — oh and eat strawberries that were picked locally! Ooo. La. Laaaaa.

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Dear Cath,

So sorry to be so MIA this weekend. I feel like we haven’t talked in forever when we don’t have our weekly skype dates. I was completely useless and broken yesterday with the endometriosis clobbering me. I’m really going to try to stick on this crazy healthy diet, but I’m more than a little discouraged that this past month of being so good didn’t seem to allay any of the pain.

Speaking of all things healthy: Juice queen! So this is day five, right? How do you feel? I can’t imagine juicing for one day let alone 5 or 30! Inspirational is what you are.

It’s so strange to me that for 18 years we had almost the same experiences to match our genetic make-up and now all the sudden you’re in Denver the same weekend I’m in Bordeaux. Does that strike you as weird? It seems wrong — like part of me didn’t get the message that we were supposed to be eating croissants and not hiking around snowy mountains.

Miss you so, so much and lets talk soon okay?

Love you!

Lar

Troy and I flew out to Denver for a few nights last week for his cousin’s wedding. It was nice to take a mini vacation and get away from work and school for a little bit.

It’s all about the outdoors in Denver, but being a self-proclaimed city girl I love grabbing a map and exploring downtowns. We spent a long day in Boulder and the other three days bouncing around Denver.Usually before I visit a city I read up on it and make notes on all the places I want to go. I’m a planner. Troy is the complete opposite – he’ll talk to anyone and everyone. So, this trip, we got a lot of great tips from the locals. Combined, our different travel techniques usually make for an awesome vacation.

Below are some of our vacation highlights (note that we don’t have any photos from our last day in Denver because it snowed all day – not a highlight).

I love all of the independent shops in Atlanta, so that’s exactly what I look for when I travel to other cities. The candy and soda shop we visited was on Pearl Street in Boulder. Troy and I agreed that the next time we go out to Colorado, we want to spend a few nights in Boulder. It has a college town vibe, but it’s bigger than Athens, GA and a bit more polished. The other two shops in the photos were in the Highland neighborhood of Denver: Starlet and The Perfect Petal.

For this trip we left Toby with my parents and Wheatie with our friends, Alison and Greg (thank you guys!). We always miss our dogs so much that whenever we’re on a trip, we will run up to any dog we see on the street and pet it – not the smartest thing to do. Luckily Denver and Boulder are filled with dog lovers and dog owners. The owner of the pup in the first photo was giving out treats to strangers to help socialize her dog – he loved the treats we gave him us!

About 85% of all our trips – no matter where we go – are focused on food. Whether it’s eating delicious food, talking about food, planning out where we’re going to get our next meal, our main focus is food. Food, food, food, food, food. We love food, we love alcohol and we love food and alcohol together. How are we not both 400 pounds? Well, we try to cut back on eating when we’re not traveling – more on that in a few weeks (read: I’m going on a juice cleanse soon). From top to bottom, the food photos are from Oak at Fourteenth (our absolute favorite restaurant in Boulder), Uncle (Denver’s version of Momofuku) and True Food Kitchen (delicious, low-inflammatory food).

Other restaurants that we visited:

• Colt and Gray: Troy and I stumbled upon this restaurant last year and have been dreaming about our drinks and meal there ever since. This year, we landed in Denver at 8 p.m. and were sitting at the Colt and Gray bar by 9:30 p.m. The bartender, Kevin, is fantastic and was the one who told us to try Oak at Fourteenth in Boulder.
• Pizzeria Locale: a sophisticated, hipster-ish neopolitan style pizza place. Think gray walls, lots of subway tile, blown up photos of Italy and gorgeous fresh flowers. . . oh and the pizza is yummy.
• Abo’s Pizza: What this pizza chain lacks in decor, it makes up for with its perfectly, thin-crust pizza.
• Jack n Grill: Largest. Most delicious. Breakfast burrito. Ever.

Marc by Marc Jacobs sunglass • H&M faux fur stole • Etsy jacket (unfortunately the Etsy shop no longer exists) • Derek Lam for Kohls dress • Frye boots

The wedding was at Red Rocks, an amazing outdoor concert venue. All of the Denver natives at the wedding were fine in one layer of clothing, but I had to bundle up. I switched into heels for the indoor reception and totally forgot to take a full outfit photo of my Derek Lam dress – fashion blogger fail!

 Penfield shirt • Gap jean • Longchamp bag • TOMs flats

I packed pretty light for the trip: 2 pairs of jeans, 3 v-necks, 1 button-up, 1 dress, 1 pair of boots (I wore on the plane), 1 pair of TOMs, 1 pair of heels, 1 fur stole, and 1 light-weight coat.

We’ve lucked out that for the past two years we’ve had a good excuse to travel to Denver. I hope it won’t be long before we visit again!

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Dearest Lar,

I’m a little envious that you and Matt were in France the same time we were in Colorado, but that jealousy is lessened by the fact that Denver is such a great city. I think if you had been my travel partner, I would have done less eating and more shopping. There were tons of items at Starlet that you would have loved. When it started snowing on the last day of our trip, I would start to complain and then remember that you’ve been dealing with the same type weather for six months. At least the next trip we’re all go on will be sunny, beautiful Italy!

Love you! xoxo, Cath

I highly, highly recommend putting Munich on your to-see list. It wasn’t on mine, but two of our besties live in Munich so we thought “what the hey.” Now I’m a big fan. Here’s why:

• Everyone is uber friendly (and speaks English far more fluently than me — darn these multi-lingual Europeans!)

• It’s the cleanest city I’ve ever been in

• The public transportation is dreamy! It goes everywhere, isn’t massively expensive and is also uber clean

• The bakeries. The. Bakeries. So delicious. I think I much prefer them to any french bakeries I tried in Paris last year. My new favorite? The pretzel croissant: a bit of the heft and salt of a pretzel mixed with the lighter fluff (but not too much butter) of a croissant

• Roughly a million art museums

• If you are a beer fan, it’s just as cheap as drinking bottled water

• Beautiful architecture that looks strangely much more Italian (baroque) than stereotypical Bavarian — and all these buildings are awash in subtle pastels: minty green, blushing pink, buttercup yellow.

Let us know if you have been, lovely readers! And what do you like (or dislike) about Munich. How does it compare to Berlin? I’ve always fancied a trip there too.

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Dear Cath,

Seriously, your kind of city: clean, orderly, amazing public transport, beautiful and noooo cockroaches! What more could you ask for? We should brush up on our German — not because we would need it there, but to feel better about ourselves whenever you run into a German who speaks English, French and Mandarin fluently (fist shake).

If I could, I would air mail you a pretzel croissant in an instant! So many reasons why we really need a teleportation device. Argh.

Miss you oooooodles!

Troy and I have been itching to travel, but we currently don’t have the time or money for a full blown trip. Our solution? A day trip two hours north of Atlanta to Chattanooga! I put off my school work, Troy put off cleaning the kitchen, we dropped the dogs off at my parent’s house (thanks mom and dad!), texted our friends for some Chattanooga tips (thanks Greg and Alison!) and we headed north on I-75.

I’ve been to Chattanooga a couple of times – I’ve even stayed at the Chattanooga Choo-Choo twice! But it’s been a while since I’ve explored the city.

Chattanooga is divided by a river and there’s an amazing pedestrian bridge that connects the two sides. I love how many people were walking with their dogs even on a relatively gray day.

On me: hat • Target | coat • Tuelle | scarf • Echo (thrifted) | sweater • Target | cords • Blank NYC | boots • Frye | bag • Claire Vivier
On Troy: hat • Lowes | coat • some store on Melrose in LA | shirt • thrfited | jeans • H&M

Speaking of dogs, Troy and I were tempted to stop into Good Dog – a local hot dog place. It was written up in a couple of the local papers, but we had just eaten lunch. I’ve already made a mental note to stop by here next time we come up for a visit.

Chattanooga has a vibrant art scene and great public art. Troy and I couldn’t pass up taking cheesy photos with this guy (anyone else noticing a dog theme? Hmm…):

Look! It’s Harold and his purple crayon! Lar and I loved that book when we were little:

For the most part Troy and I spent the day walking around, taking breaks at coffee shops and eating (it’s what we do best). Here are a few places that we stopped in:

The sales woman at Bone Appetit was probably one of the nicest people we met today. She has ten dogs at home so she knows her stuff. She even gave us some samples of her new grain-free, meat-free treats for our golden doodle who seems to be allergic to almost everything.

Rembrandt’s Coffee House is right by the art museum and the perfect pit stop for an afternoon break. It’s located on the bottom floor of what looks like an old 1930s apartment building and has a European vibe to it. We also stopped into the New Moon Tea Room on the north side of town. I got a cup of vanilla and citris rooibos that was delicious.

We finished our day off at Easy Bistro & Bar, which ended up being such a treat. The bartender, Sarah, was super friendly and the drinks were delicious. Housemade cucumber gin? Don’t mind if I do!

All in all, it was a great mini road trip. My biggest Chattanooga tip: don’t go on a Sunday. A lot of the restaurants and shops either closed early or were closed for the whole day. We lucked out that places like Easy Bistro & Bar were open.

To finish off this post, here’s Troy showing off the only items we purchased the whole day (we spent most of our money on food and drinks):

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Dearest Lar,

Do you remember when we went to Chattanooga a few years ago with mom and dad? It’s built up a little more since then. The antique mall is still there (located on the north side near the Whole Foods). Troy and I went in there looking for a mid century end table for our living, but didn’t have any luck. In fact, apart from a dining set, there was no mid century furniture to be found! I’m determined to find the perfect piece, so the hunt continues!

Love and miss you as always,

Cath

Hi Lovely Readers,

We hope you are having a wonderful holiday season and hamming it up with family and friends. We apologize if it goes a bit quiet around here this week and next. Cath and I are together in Atlanta for the first time in 16 months and we’ve been spending every waking moment (which isn’t long for me — darn you, jet lag!) with family and friends.

So we apologize to you for being bad bloggers, but send you lots of love and AsianCajun kisses to make up for it. We hope you are having a wonderful time with your loved ones. Our thoughts and prayers go out to Newtown, CT and everyone for whom this holiday season is such a hard time.

Much Love,

Cath and Lar

Last week I posted pretty magazine-y photos of my trip to Greece because I didn’t want to muck them up with my usual verboseness. So all that pent-up wordiness and writing-on-photos exploded into this post (rubs hands with glee!):

Cath and I grew up going to Ocean City, Maryland and Amish country Pennsylvania for our family vacations. Exotic it was not. Hearing about other people’s far-flung traveling escapades seemed an extremely distant pipe dream, something done by fancy folk. So I’m still a bit in awe that this move to Scotland has had the wonderful advantage of getting to fling myself further (Istanbul and Greece in two months) without my bank account shriveling up and dying. This totally makes the living too far from family worth it (almost).

Anywhoodles, back to Hydra and donkeys! We chose this lovely isle to visit because we read it had no automobiles, just donkeys and hilly foot paths. We wanted to get away from noisy, night-clubby islands (cuz we oldies at heart), so donkeys and quiet pebble peaches sounded perfect.

Also, donkeys are so sweet looking — who doesn’t want a donkey instead of a Civic. And, I’m convinced if they spoke, they’d all sound like Eddie Murphy (“And in the morning, I’m makin’ waffles!”):

Hydra Port is a town of fancy schmancy yachts, but away from the hubbub of the inlet, the dwellings are far from pretentious. The house we rented (called House Elizabeth) is beautiful and rustic — and I mean authentic rustic, not shabby chic-ified. I love me some peeling paint and creeky shutters (especially when they aren’t in cold places… like Edinburgh!). House Elizabeth is set high up on a hill looking down at the harbor:

It even came with it’s own stray kitty cat! Here she is waiting patiently for her dinner at the back door:

Here’s where the rustic living comes into play. Living up on a hill in Hydra means you get zero water pressure, so our showers were bucket baths and the toilet tanks took about an hour to fill after each flush. I washed my hair only three times during my ten day trip (sorry, travel companions!) because it took so long to get my hair wet. I now know it takes approximately five litres of water to shampoo and rinse my hair — I’m sure I use gallons more when I actually take a shower.

Hydra doesn’t actually have any fresh sources of water, and so all drinking water has to be shipped in. The water we used to wash ourselves, our clothes, and the dishes, was chock-a-block full of minerals and left a scummy residue on our clothes, plates, skin and hair (when certain people bothered to wash said hairs…ahem).

Low/no water pressure also makes hand-washing clothes tricky (an already difficult skill in my book):

I was grumbling about how I felt a bit dirty and unsatisfied with my bucket-bathing on the fifth day into our trip, and my lovely and very intelligent sister-in-law said “so you are about as clean as most of the developing world.” Said sis-in-law lives in Rwanda and works in development all around eastern Africa (see her amazing blog here) — so she knows what she’s talking about.  I was like “holyschmoly, you are so right!” I forget how stuck-in-my-bubble I am. I whole-heartedly believe any vacation that gets me away from my sanitized bubble world is a priceless thing — even if I feel unwashed at the same time.

And I really shouldn’t have grumbled at all. Hydra is paradise and our house was also good-quirky. For instance we had a large protuberance of rock in the middle of the living room — let the mini rock climbing begin!

And this is what it looked like on the way up the hill to our house:

Most of the days my intrepid travel companions hiked around the mountainous countryside. I joined them once to go to the highest peak (a little more than 500 m) — you could see for miles and miles around: teeny islands floating in the Aegean:

But the rest of my days were spent on a much more serious task: attempting to make up for my lack of vitamin D in Scotland in 8 days (tough life):

Every evening we would sit out on our patio to eat dinner and watch the twinkly lights come on in town. And when night fell we would name constellations and count the number of shooting stars we saw:

Even without showers, this has to have been one of the best vacations of my life (no offense boardwalk fries and Amish bacon!).

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Dear Cath,

Isn’t it beautiful! I feel bad that I keep mentioning the poor water conditions on Hydra because everyone is like “ugh!” But the island is such a paradise, it was totally worth it. The water was so clear that looking in the harbor (even with all those oily boats) you could see right down to the rocks below. And I don’t think I will ever stay in a place again with such breath-taking sunsets.

The last night we were in Hydra there was a storm coming in across the sea. Bolts of lightening frizzled from the clouds to the water and island mountains. I can totally see why this was the world of Zeus and Poseidon.

I missed you so much when we were there. Next time we are having waffles with the donkeys together!

xoxoxoxox,

Lar

First off, thank you for all the sweet comments about the Endometriosis post Lar wrote earlier this week! Before Lar was diagnosed with Endometriosis (I’ve never been, but it’s not certain that I don’t have it), I never realized how little was known about the condition. I’m tempted to get on my feminist soapbox and point out that so little research has been done on women’s health in general, but I’ll save that for a more serious blog post. Until then, let’s discuss urban exploring!

I love cities. Always have. I don’t know what’s more exciting, unearthing a part of town/a shop/a restaurant in my home city or exploring a city I’ve never been to before. Lucky for me I got to do both this past month. Two weekends ago, two friends and I attended the Unseen Underground Walking Tour and I just got back from a five day business trip to Minneapolis.

Second-hand Marks and Spencer button-up shirt • H&M skirt • Longchamp bag • Office Britannia Reigns flats • Mettle necklace

The Underground Tour was fascinating and Minneapolis was incredibly clean, more bike-friendly than Portland, and had plenty of James Beard Award-winning chef-driven restaurants to keep my belly content.

The photos in this post are from an evening Troy and I spent exploring the eastern side of Atlanta’s Old Fourth Ward neighborhood and eating ramen at our favorite restaurant, Miso Izakaya. Ammazza is the name to the future restaurant in these photos. Soon I’ll be able to eat wood fired pizza and tonkotsu ramen within the same evening – bliss!

I can’t believe I haven’t shown these shoes on AsianCajuns yet. If you follow me on Instagram, you might have spied them here. I bought them (their official name is Britannia Reigns in black suede) in Edinburgh last month. They’re one of the only pairs of flats I’ve tried on that immediately felt amazingly comfortable on my feet. Flats usually pinch in weird places on my feet, which is why I like to be practical and mostly wear heels

Anywho, you’ll be seeing a lot of these guys on AsianCajuns this fall, because I’m tempted to wear them everyday.

The Marks and Spencer shirt was another find in Edinburgh at a local charity shop. I didn’t even try it on at the time. Not only does it fit perfectly – it’s wrinkle free! Forget silk – this blend is amazing. I threw the shirt in my suitcase that I packed for Minneapolis at the last minute and it looked perfectly crisp as soon as I hung it up on the hanger at the hotel.

Whoa! I just did a quick search for it and turns out this blouse still available on M&S’s site! It’s called the Autograph Color Block blouse. If it came in other colors I would buy them all.

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Dearest Lar,

First you go to island in Greece for two weeks that has no wifi and I end up at a hotel in Minneapolis with internet speeds so slow I can’t Skype you. It’s been rough! Plus, you’ll be moving this weekend and we’ll have to wait an eternity again before you get internet. Ah! What am I’m going to do? Perhaps we can set a quick Skype date during my lunch hour this Friday?

Miss you terribly!

Love, Cath

I spent 10 days on the beautiful island of Hydra. I wanted you to just get a delicious sunsety taste before I clutter-up my next posts with sketchy arrows and fronts. Isn’t it dreamy?

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Dear Cath,

Thank you so much for being such a blogging pro while I was gone away from wifi-land! As wonderful and donkey-filled as Greece was, I couldn’t wait to get back to you (at least digitally) — also, as you’ve heard, showering is so nice!

The worst part about coming home though was when I got on the plane in Athens. I got confused and thought I was flying back to Atlanta. As much as I love Edinburgh, I wanted to cry when I heard the Easy Jet pilot say something over the speaker in a Scottish accent (and you know how much we love those accents). Och, I’m such a baby. But I miss you terribly! Who knew sunny paradises could be so bittersweet.

xoxoxo,

Lar

p.s. These photos don’t reflect it, but I’ve attempted to store up as much vitamin D as possible via a tan. That’s how it works, right?

Hello dear readers! Thank you for all the wonderful comments on Lar’s post. We have so many more photos to show from my visit to Edinburgh, but I’m starting backwards with the last night of my trip, alone, in Amsterdam.

There’s nothing like having a twelve hour layover in a foreign city at night right after saying good-bye to your twin sister. My only solace was that I got to stay at the CitizenM hotel right by the airport in Amsterdam.

When I found the hotel through Trip Advisor, I had no idea how cool it was. Had I checked out the CitizenM site ahead of time, I would have had some inkling. Turns out it was perfect for a layover (the M stands for “mobile”) in a foreign country after saying good-bye to your twin sister. I was able to distract myself with the brightly-colored decor, lobby bar and all the high tech, compact touches in the room.

The video I made below was really just to show Troy and my parents what the room looked like, but I decided to include it in this post because it’s much easier to show you the room than explain it. There’s even a second video on our YouTube channel that I took about an hour later. Feel free to watch if you want to hear my high-pitched voice again and see some more out of focus views.

The photo of the hallway below makes it look creepy, but I promise it’s not. It’s very cheery in fact.

The cell phone/remote-looking thing below is what controls everything in the room: the lighting, the temperature, the blinds, the shades, TV and the alarm clock.

The room had this little guy on the bed (below). Everyone I showed these photos to thought it was creepy, but I thought it was cute. I was so tempted to buy one in the shop in the lobby, but it would just get chewed up by my dogs at home.

So if you ever find yourself in Amsterdam (there’s a second CitizenM in the city center), London or Glasgow, I highly recommend that you stay at least one night at CitizenM. Let me know how you like it!

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Dearest Lar,

Those ten days with you in Edinburgh were so wonderful! You and Matt were the best hosts! I keep thinking that if I could come visit you once a month, then it wouldn’t be so bad being so far apart from each other. I’m sure Matt would love that -  ha! I’m going to start playing the lottery now so I can make that happen, ok?

You should go Glasgow and stay at the CitizenM for one night with Matt just for fun. You could consider it research for your design work because the CitizenM branding is awesome. Even the  shampoo bottles have awesome CitizenM messages on them.

Look, twin poufs!!!

Love and miss you!

xoxo, Cath

PS: I just finished my last Tunnock Tea Cake that I brought home. One more reason to come back and see you

Don’t you just hate when life gets in the way of blogging?  Sheesh! Priorities, priorities! In all seriousness though, this has been the longest hiatus Cath and I have taken from AsianCajuns since we started this here bloggity-bloop 5 years ago. It was totally unplanned and unexpected (on our end too), so thank you for your patience, readers (aka mom and dad)!

Cath was here (yes, “was here” — sniffles abound) in Edinburgh for 10 glorious days. And I do mean glorious. Scotland pulled out all the stops: sun and warmth and sun (sun, sun, sun, sun, SUN! UVA makes us Scotland residents a bit loopy). Barely a raindrop to be seen.

Being the wonderful twin* that I am, I kept Cath properly fed and watered and entertained: delicious cafe lunches, late evenings at the pub, and toddling around the Edinburgh festival (aka The Largest Arts Festival in the World).

That’s Cath enjoying her Swedish sandwich at Peter’s Yard: imagine a bakery in Ikea, but better (and more expensive). Any bakery that does gluten-free options for us poor, wheat-intolerant souls is a winner in my book. This was delicious (and I didn’t whimper once at the lack of wheat):

Once fed, we hit the Fringe Festival. For those of you that don’t know, Edinburgh hosts the largest arts festivals (plural) during the month of August. There is a jazz festival, foodie festival, book festival, the International festival, and the Fringe festival and I’m sure I’m missing a few. The Fringe is the largest, craziest, and generally cheapest of all the festivals and it happens at hundreds of venues all around town. There’s comedy, dance, theater, fine art, music and… Jane Austen improv (yes, pretty much the best thing ever invented). It’s called Austentatious:

These actors (men and women alike) were swoon-worthy in their hilarity. For those of you in town for the Fringe, it’s still playing every day at 1:30 at the Counting House until the end of the month. Oh and did I mention, it’s free! Get thee to Austentatious if you can!

(thanks for the photo, Sara!)

Most of Edinburgh festivaling entails lots of crowded rooms and streets (the city swells to twice it’s size population-wise), and feeling hungry and then thirsty and overwhelmed at what to see. While walking around town, flyers are thrust into your hands with beseeching looks and you are constantly second-guessing yourself once you finally commit to a queue to see a show. There is also a giant, overturned purple cow (the Underbelly venue — yup, you can see shows inside the purple tent/belly!). Disorientating indeed.

Cath and I don’t do well in crowds (over-stimulation gahhh!), so we mainly ambled around less crowded streets and stopped to eat when it got to be too much (this happened frequently).

Overwhelmingness aside, you must visit the Edinburgh in August at least once in your lifetime. Preferably with your twin.

At this very moment Cath is flying over the Atlantic somewhere (in the wrong direction) toward Atlanta. So things are returning to normal (boo!), so there will be more time for blogging (yea!). I hope you guys have had wonderful summer vacations (or staycations) too!

*Full disclosure: when I say “wonderful twin” I should also mention I roped Cath into working (for free) for the first three days of her visit on a film shoot. Yup. I made her wake up at 6:30 am every morning during her worst jet-laggy days here and glue glitter on to things and stand by hot lights and cameras. I have photos for proof, but I’m waiting to get the the go-ahead to be able to tell you more.

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Dear Cath,

I hope your flight is going well. I know you must be exhausted to the core. I can’t believe we squeezed so much into your visit, and I can’t believe YOU’RE GONE again! Harumph! That was far, far, farrrr tooo short of a visit. And I will be cranky for at least the next week (sorry, Matteo).

I miss you so much. Edinburgh is definitely not the same without you. For one thing, it’s really cloudy again. Oh and there is a missing twinie.

Love,

Lar