So I just got back from nine days in Europe with my wife, Cathy, and my three boys, Charlie, Joe and Jack.

It was exhausting.

It was so exhausting, I immediately got sick when I got home. I’m writing right now between sneezes.

We did five cities, three countries, six train rides, fourteen surly French waiters, four hotels, one broken curfew and countless semi-naked women in Amsterdam windows.

We also did four amazing tours, two d-day beaches, one fairy-tale city (Brugge, Belgium), fourteen incredible French meals, and the most moving sight I’ve ever seen – the American cemetery at Omaha Beach.

The whole trip was unforgettable.

But I could use a vacation.

-tg