You know what should totally count as a workout? Traveling with a small child.
My biceps are sore today from hauling his 29 pound self through the train station, at the beach (including a lung busting trek up a sand dune. Hard work, that.) and up and down the aisles of the train.
I didn’t check my email or Facebook or Twitter or fav blogs for 5 days, so I am a bit deluged today so here are a few shots from the trip to tide you over until I can post a much longer, more ranty entry about people with no boundaries who irritate bloggers whilst on the train. Good times