Collecting my Danube water sample was not nearly as difficult as I feared it would be. It involved a low-impact run across 2 roads. Climbing over one guard rail. Picking my way down 1 stone staircase covered in broken glass. Scrambling down to the water. Bending over and dunking the big measuring cup I brought from the apartment into said river. Filling up old water bottle while sitting on a step. My sister stood at the ready with rope and small inflatable raft just in case I took a tumble. Giant Buck kept watch from a nearby bridge in case he needed to pluck me out of the river with his kitty mouth.
It's really September.
I'm printing photos to add to my travel journal.
Have you seen The Pioneer Woman's cooking show on Food Network? Love. It.
I step back into school marm shoes tomorrow.
I need to apply for a new passport.