Wait...is that the Mediterranean?

So, my mom, Shane, and I were all on a road trip. We were going...somewhere, not really sure where. We were travelling along a narrow dirt road through heavy forest through mountains. Suddenly, the trees opened up and we had a gorgeous view.

Something like that, only the church was even bigger. Think the size of St. Peter's Basilica, only in that tiny little village.

We were totally confused. We had no idea where we were - including what country we were in. So we drove down and started wandering around. Eventually we found out that we were in a village just off the Mediterranean Sea - in Spain. We were very confused because we were originally driving in Massachusetts. (Don't ask silly questions.)

Shane and I went took pictures and went inside the church while my mom contacted my dad and told him where we were. Next thing I knew, all four of my sisters and my dad were also there with us. We toured the church, then we decided to walk to Norway.

Upon arriving in Norway, we met up with Alton Brown and ended up at a cake tasting contest. Some guy challenged me to a frosting-making contest. Just as we were about to be judged (by AB, of course)...I woke up.

Around 13 and a half weeks. Sorry for the lack of updates, but I either haven't been remembering dreams well enough to write them down or been having ones that would be amusing to read. Still dealing with heartburn, still lethargic in the mornings, but for the most part I feel fine. We heard the baby's heartbeat at our appointment on Monday, but it was actually really anticlimactic. It's much more fun to see the baby. Next ultrasound is in about six weeks.