The Ramblings...: "Schurprisch!"

Surprises are the best. This weekend was the best. This weekend was a surprise.

Here is the story of my weekend surprise;

The plan for November first was for my parents would come down and visit me over the weekend. We would go sight-seeing and exploring the city that I have been living in for the last two months. It was a plan I was okay with, I genuinely have missed my parents ans was really excited to see them and talk with them again. But I really wished they would bring my brothers or some of my friends along. I didn't tell them that. I didn't want to seem unhappy that they were coming or make it seem like them coming wasn't enough. It was, but bringing my friends would make it better.

For about a week before their arrival date, I had become suspicious that they may be bringing my best friends, Alan and Erika, with them. Little things that got my hopes up, like my dad telling me that he may not have room for my mini fridge in the back seat of the car, saying it wouldn't fit through the door. A completely valid excuse but in my mind it meant that there would be people in that back seat. I refused to ask anymore directly, "Are you bringing so-and-so?" of "Are you coming?" If they were trying to surprise me, I would let them and not make them lie.

Friday rolled around and I convinced myself that no one but my parents were coming. My friend, Alan, told me to say "hello" to my parents for him, and my heart sank. I gave up all hope that he was coming. My parents pulled up with an empty back seat and it was final. No one else came.

I was very happy to see Mom and Dad, don't get me wrong, I just didn't realize how much I had been looking forward to possibly seeing my friends. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as I clambered into the car, off to check into my parents' hotel and then get some lunch.

I unloaded the trunk of my parents' luggage and headed to the elevator. Naturally I walked faster then my bogged down parents, so my dad gave me the room key so I could open the door for them. And I did, I unlocked the door and headed in.

And who shall be sitting there? Erika and Alan!

I can't really remember what happened next. I think I screamed, jumped up and down, and hugged them about a million times. It's really just a blur of happiness. The best kind of blur.

The next two days were also a blur. The bad kind of blur, the kind of blur that left me, on Sunday afternoon, feeling like they had only been there for twenty minutes.

But it had been about three days, three full, wonderful, memorable days. And I wouldn't change them for the world. So here are just a few pictures that I took this weekend of the beautiful Kentucky landscape.