"As for me, I'll take one baby marinated in a dish please"

Borderline Junkie?

When Ben and I were on our way to the train station the other day to attempt to rent a car for a couple days, we passed under a tunnel where four guys were pulling out needles to shoot heroin (I presume).  I was shocked that they didn't' even care that we were walking by and kind of grossed out.  After we got out of the tunnel, I said, "can you believe those guys?  They were right out in the open shooting up.  They didn't even care that we were walking by.  Crazy!"

Then Ben said, "I know.  But look at where you have taken your shots over the last two weeks."

And it's true.  With all the traveling that we have done, and needing to keep a pretty tight shot schedule, I have had the pleasure of taking my shots in about as many places as we have changed Ellyette's diaper.  

Without further ado.

Guess where we will be taking the meds?
The car rental facility in Milan, Italy
Down by the river in Prague
The bus headed to Ceske Krumlov
On the bus
And the final trigger shot - a rest area outside Dresden, Germany

Those guys have nothing on me when it comes to taking shots.  A little scary.