The One Hundred Day countdown is officially on.
A string of little dated envelopes Jacob strung across my fireplace twelve days ago is down to eighty eight little white rectangles, each dangling impatiently from its paperclip. I never thought that as a 25 year old I'd be so obsessively counting down the days to something. The last time may have been my ninth birthday!
Needless to say, we can't wait to see all of you in July! In anticipation of your travels, we've added a few hotel suggestions for those of you who'd like to make your arrangements (see "Where to Stay?" in the far right column).
Oh boy, 45 minutes to go 'til the 87 day mark... I should get some sleep!
(Photo by David Wittig)