We're still figuring out where to go, when to leave, etc. I'm not gonna lie, it's a little frustrating. I'm not entirely sure what the hold up is apart from me being flighty and struggling to reconcile some tough requirements...
Warm, in bed, just waking up... the kind of wake up that's happy and not rushed. From downstairs I hear Evie, "Ahhhhhhh... No! Not again! Nooooooo!" Zero to tangled up in the sheets, tripping out of bed, looking for pants... clean...
aka The St. Louis Arch. Why the National Park Service didn't just call it "The Arch" remains a mystery to me but either way - it's pretty, it's an experience and it's something I have no intention of ever doing...