good night, and good luck

That's it; we are finally leaving. You may have assumed that after our wedding we made a dramatic exit to an exotic location, but actually we have hung around for 10 days, milking the celebration as long as possible and dragging out our goodbyes. Tomorrow that all ends. At 7 a.m. we begin our journey to Greece for our month-long honeymoon/adventure. We will brave civil unrest, national elections and fires for the sake of olive oil, beautiful beaches and kabobs. (Really, though, Ben is excited that our otherwise "normal" honeymoon has gotten a jolt of excitement.) This means that shortly our cell phones and mailing addresses won't mean a lot. After our time in Greece, Macedonia and Albania we are moving directly to the Faroe Island to live as long as the Danish government will let us stay. (Ben's a citizen, I'm not, and the paperwork is tricky.) E-mail and this blog are going to be the best way to keep up with our movements. For the near future we can't count on Internet access, so here are some pictures to tide you over.

Me with Rustler, my dad's 23-year-old horse. Ben did great on him for it only being his second time of riding.

We hit up the Denver Aquarium on our pre-honeymoon. I love sharks.

Ben had me sitting in pigeon poop to get a few post-wedding bridal portraits. Here is a link to see some more of Ben's handiwork: Bridal Portraits.

We joked with Grandma Pat that we wouldn't be writing thank-you notes for our wedding gifts. She didn't think it was funny at all.

Noah, the beloved nephew. We are going to miss our families so much.