My blogging-once-a-week goal is already proving challenging.  Internet connections are spotty in our hotels, especially when forty of us are trying to get on the internet at the same time.

So yes, I am already making excuses.

But, moving on.  Here is a quick story of what happens over the course of 9 months in small European hotel rooms with a roommate:

Month 1:

Roommate puts on Britney Spears music.

Me:  “Oh my god, I love Britney Spears!  My boyfriend NEVER plays Britney Spears in the apartment.”

Month 7:

Roommate puts on Britney Spears music.

Me:  “If you play that Britney Spears music one more

 f%#&ing time...”

This is what happened last year.  But it has nothing to do with Britney Spears or my roommate.  It has everything to do with 9 months in confined spaces.  I trust this time  will be different.

Speaking of hotel rooms, Brent had a great idea that we should start the hash tag #thingsIfoundinmyhotelroom.  For normal, non-twitter people:  “things I found in my hotel room.”

It would be similar to shitmydadsays, which, from what I understand, is one son’s record of all the funny things his father says.  It has become so popular that there is now a book (totally recommend this hilarious read) and a television show (don’t know anything about it, sorry.)

And so far, with one hotel down, I found this:  a chestnut.  It seemed to have rolled from under the bed.  I kicked it on my way to the bathroom.  And yes, it disturbed me.

Now we are in Basel, Switzerland.  I haven’t found any chestnuts, any strong internet connection, nor anything that resembles a decent bed or pillow.  But I will be sure to keep you in the loop.