We're home. Amsterdam and Paris were fabulous. Having our suitcases arrive at literally the eleventh hour our first night in Amsterdam was fabulous (our B&B? Fabulous!). Meeting Caroline and Rachel was fabulous. Our apartment in Paris was fabulous. The food was fabulous. The weather was fabulous. My French, while not quite fabulous, did us well (remind me to tell you about the Germans and their "red" wine). My new silver bag is fucking fabulous, but most importantly, my new husband? He's FABULOUS. More when I'm less insane with jet lag.