posers.

We did not deserve to be here.

We could not afford to be there on our own.

There is no reason we should have been there.

But the grace of God.

A serious blessing from him.

We stayed in a village that resembled the North Pole. (There is an aerial picture of it somewhere in the mix.)

We ate freshly baked French bread every morning with strawberry jam.

As the only Amercians there we rubbed elbows with Europeans from Sweden to Spain.

We celebrated the Irish holiday of St. Patrick with Frenchmen.

We danced to 'Soulja Boy' and learnt them Euro-peans a thing or two 'bout dancin'.

I feel like these pictures speak for themselves.

I don't even know.

We didn't deserve it.

And I'm grateful.