Prague. The beer that Jacob is guzzling was fished out of the river with a large stick. Some Police men walked by and appeared only to be inquisitive and amused by our strange antics. It was delicious though.

Snow on the farm. Merging with Budapest. 

And lastly, epic Lions on one of the bridges in Budapest. 

Snow, snow, snow. 

And in other news: This happpened, which is great.

Prague you creep. With your darkness, your near by bones, giant hamsters and snow. You've treated us (not that but mostly) good. (I'm way too trusting, there are consequences for that).

Spree Park, Berlin (again, it's our last day)

So creepy. The ferris wheel was being spun by the wind, which was creating the airiest of noises, something like children moaning. 

It's really awesome though. And just like all the other places we 'snuck' into there were about 20 or so other people who also snuck in. Maybe not so sneaky after all. 

Even though I've seen you before, England, you're so cliche.

Christmas is good.

Coolest Kids In Lyon.

Tears.

The first sign of snow and this is what happens.

Chubby, you smoking fool of a snowman, you'll be in our hearts forever.

Some photos from a little bit back. Mum and dad tempting the dance floor, Jacob skidding the snow, my first snow balls and attempting snow angels. La La La-ovely.