It drives Aaron crazy.
Everytime I see a dog – no matter how old – I call it a puppy.
And he usually has to grip my hand extra tight because I am in danger of abandoning whatever it is we are doing so that I can pet/cuddle/kiss some strange street animal.
It’s like this instinct, probably the same way that some women gravitate towards babies.
We just returned from 3 weeks in Europe, a trip we had been saving for since we got married 3 years ago, and saw some of the most amazing historic sites and ate some of the best food of our lives.
I took 6,697 photos. It’s going to be a while till I get through them all.
Of those 6,697 – some of my favorites are – if you can believe it – the photos of other people’s dogs.
Traveling can be this out of body experience sometimes. Everything is new and shiny and inspiring.
Even in some of the most beautiful cities in Western Europe, I still stopped for the puppies.

London

Paris


Bruge

Villandry, France

(okay, not a dog. it’s a FOX. i still want to cuddle it.)
Gimmelwald, Switzerland


St. Mark’s Square, Venice, Italy


Venice

Burano, Italy


Outside Venice, Italy

Venice, Italy (where dogs get gelato too.)

Varenna, Italy

Siena, Italy

Villa Borghese, Rome

Our house.
It’s good to be home.
Stay tuned for more Europe photos!
xoxo,
Em