Oh my dear friends. My absence from these boards has been horrible. If you've followed along on my other TR's or my PTR, you'll know what has been going on. But, I am back! And I'm ready to get this party started. This is a retelling of my trip with my Mom and Dad to Disneyland Paris, Belgium, the Netherlands, and London. There were ups and downs (the down mostly being the fact that I suffered from a perforated ear drum 9ish days into the trip), but dangit, I don't care! Introductions? Don't mind if I do! Me - Danielle.....goober extraordinaire. Trying to look all cool here in my sunglasses. Ppppfffffttttttt. I am thirty *cough*. Sorry, forgot the second number..... Mom - Jackie. She's not extremely goobery....at least not in a way that I can actually capture on camera very often. She's our Belgian guide, as that's her home country. It's always handy to have someone along who speaks the language. Dad - Rick....the genes behind my gooberness. A.K.A the sleeping goober. A.K.A the man behind the title of this TR. I'll fill you in now. It will be easier. My Dad is an iceaholic. Like, he needs to go to ice eaters anonymous, because this man eats it non stop. I ask him constantly if he wants any soda with his ice, because his cup is all ice, no soda. He even has a cup of ice next to his bed at night, just in case he gets a hankerin'. Really. So Europe. Well, it's not the land of ice, in a similar manner it's not the land of free refills. So about two days into the trip, he was ready to have a meltdown. Hence..... Um, Where's the Ice?! So come along for the party. I hope you'll have a good time.