In my last post the wedding weekend happened. But actually we made a longer trip out of the occasion – Wilma & Fred left Pebbles behind. And had a blast without her. I mean, I love my kid, but it was nice to miss her, because I never do...since she is always around.
This is the story of Circus Tour in Switzerland, France and Germany. The story of magical mountains, blissful hotel service and lovely grown-up time.
The pink panther at Tallinn Airport:
The groom picked us up at the airport.
Fred and I look like we have had few drinks too many,
but Julian's ridiculously handsome smile is there even after dark:
Arrived at the cutest little village hotel.
The next moment we jumped into the big fluffy bed:
I LOVE HOTEL BREAKFAST. I do. I do. I do:
Ain't no mountains high enough,
ain't no grape yard big enough: 
Current destination: Germany
Destination in 5 minutes: Switzerland:
Spring had sprung:
I'm lost in life, does that count?
Hello, Basel!
The first glimpse of expensive Swiss air:
If something was in bloom,
the madame wanted a picture:
Vacation. Away from work. Away from kid. Away from winter.
Loving it:
Do we really have to picture EVERY flower?
YES!:
Picking the perfect bicycle trailer to buy.
Planning to sell our car and go crazy:
Venetian vibe all the way:
Look at this bloody tourist walking into the Tea Room on the main square.
Confiserie Schiesser established in 1890.
Wilma Circus established in 1991.
I love tea as much as Fred loves whisky:
No dogs allowed,
but a lot of weed aroma very much allowed:
Talked about life,
walked 22 000 steps,
it was ZUPAH:
It looks like I'm wearing a religious gown,
but with a rebel attitude:
I felt pretty, SO pretty, SO pretty:
Fred felt so bored, SO bored:
This plant will decorate my future country house, thank you:
Hello, sexy!
What's your name, what's your number:
This will be my future country house, thank you:
You can truly tell that I live under a rock where winter never ends.
ALL pictures, I took, are in bloom:
With my emergency contact:
Madame arrived back at the hotel:
The next morning.
On the left = my mood when hungry
On the right = my mood after few bites:
We rented a car and drove to Swiss mountains.
As Fred puts it: the closest he will ever get me to a ski trip:
Somewhere lost.
All the sheep had bells and it was a proper orchestra out there:
Lost my gondola virginity:
At the top of the mountain there was thick snow. So we took a cosy tea break.
And I felt like yodelling:
I believe I can fly,
I believe I can touch the sky:
Nice back yard you have there:
Enjoyed the view and ate some Berliner doughnut:
Even the mailbox says MOOO:
The we drove to France,
because why not:
The traffic was so much worse in France,
but we didn't let the mood get down:
French know their food:
Aaaaaand then we drove to Germany.
The amount of "Welcome to..." SMS-es was getting ridiculous:
Freiburg and the church that survived II World War:
Next morning.
Me skipping to the breakfast. Did I tell you that I love hotel brekkie?:
Fred left his allergy medicine at home.
But the allergy-free me took the pollen all in:
The Sound of Music vibe:
Hiked a bit in the Blackwoods.
Did some romance there:
Bitchin' picnic spot:
I even bought some hiking clothes for this,
I'm truly adulting:
Acts like on top of the world,
actually is so so so scared of falling down from the cliff:
A shower later, I changed my sweats into a dress.
The wedding weekend started!
She took the lead to introduce everybody.
It was a cocktail of people all around the world:
Even Gustaf too his first trip abroard:
The rehearsal dinner:
Huggy-huggy.
Kissy-kissy:
Okei, nice love festival.
But I'm still just taking photos of the dog:
Arrived back to the hotel.
Just a seconds after the photo, we broke a lemonade glass bottle
and the whole hotel thought we were drunk as hell:
Next day it was the wedding day.
Take a look at the blog post about it.
Day after the wedding.
We were sleepy and I had a leg cramp from dancing,
a sing of a good night:
Took the last kilometres with our rental car:
In tea we trust:
And then I took my private plane back home:
Thank you Julian and Marit
for giving us the reason to have such a lovely time.
See you soon in whatever country that will be!
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