Ryan's a little worried that I may be portraying him as a bit of a slave driver while we were on vacation. You know, just dragging me from place to place, cracking the whip all along the way. It really wasn't terrible and I hope that I conveyed that. I enjoyed walking around those two beautiful cities. Until Sunday night. It was then that I cracked, rested, improved my attitude and was basically fine the rest of the time. It's just that he does walk really fast and I did have a hard time keeping up. *(I want to reiterate that I couldn't keep up because I'm so out of shape. I couldn't keep up because I AM NOT a fast walker. At any time, anywhere. Period. I managed to hold my own most of the time.)* Especially when we had a specific destination in mind that he really wanted to get to, or when we were getting in and out of the subways. My dad can relate to this. He can't keep up with anybody either. I got my silly baby stepping gait from him.
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I tend to walk pretty fast, but whem I'm with people who walk faster than me, that means they are Olympic speedwalkers.
Oh, and I am expecting a comment on every post on my blog that you missed during your vacation. It's only 29.
How could we think Ryan is anything but Wonderful? Come on?? He took you to Paris!!!!!
O.K. This picture offically made me JEALOUS as ever--time to repent AGAIN!! (0:
Love the picture. so glad your trip was wonderful. your hubby sounds like my brother...the fast walking and planning the trip to a tee.
My grandpa was a slow walker and he used to get so irritated with my grandma who was a fast walker.
Fun blog.
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