I miss London dearly. I'm exhausted now but I think I need to write at least some of my British experience before it becomes a distant dream. Plus I've been peer pressured. Thanks Ping:)
So yeah. I miss London. I miss knickerbockers at the ice cream store (whatever those are), I miss the bus and tube stops. There are so many circus stops in London Brett asked me if there use to be real circuses there- I told him there were even though I didn't know. Besides Picadilly Circus and Oxford Circus I loved the train stop "Bremley upon Bromley" and I swear there was a bus stop called "Pigs fly over Hanover". Hey match.co date- just meet me at Pigs fly over Hanover!
Where do they get these names from? Harry Potter??? Honestly.
I miss British accents. I miss being able to get on the tube and hear 15 different languages in the span of an hour. I miss Maddox being exposed to so many different people and loving all of them except one creep on the tube.
When we arrived in London we were expecting sheer and utter chaos. Instead we found calm serenity. Well sort of. Heathrow airport was a dream. We cleared customs in 2 minutes. Our bags arrived 5 minutes later. Why is it that whenever we do something ridiculous- like the day we took a taxi, then a ferry from Estonia to Finland, then another taxi, then a flight to London and arrive during the Olympics we get our bags just fine. Then whenever we take a flight on Southwest 1.5 hours to San Diego- surprise surprise, they've lost our luggage. Idiots.
We then hopped on the Heathrow express and then took the tube to my friend Sabrina's house. There were volunteers everywhere wearing Pepto Bismol Pink always eager to give info (which was rarely correct, but hey, at least they were trying). My mom would have been in absolute heaven. She loves nothing more than to ask people for directions every 5 feet and in London during the Olympics she could have done that. No problem.
In fact, not only were the pink volunteers nice, everyone in London was unusually friendly. I'm not sure if there was some sort of public service announcement there or what but I was pleasantly surprised. So many people offered to help us carry Maddox's stroller in the tube I finally was like- what the heck. I don't want to help Brett carry it anymore. GO AHEAD!
We had a great time with my friend Sabrina, her mum, fiancee and adorable 5 year old son Ronan (who I will always remember for calling Maddox MAGNUS and for stopping strangers when we took him to the Olympic park to inform them "this is NOT my little brother. That is NOT my mum. That is NOT my dad.)
Sabrina and her fam were so incredibly nice to host us, and they even watched Maddox one night til 2am while Brett and I went to watch beach volleyball at the Olympics. We did not mean to stay out that late but we were having SO much fun, we were literally jumping up and down screaming "Che-z-she" (rooting for the Czechs) for awhile and we just couldn't tear ourselves away from the scene. There is an incredible energy at the Olympics and something so cool about being at the largest peacetime gathering in the world.
We also met the Spanish swim team and the girl holding Maddox is Spain's silver medalist and the best swimmer they've had in 20 years!!! She was quite impressed with little Maddox as you can imagine.
We had a rude awakening the next morning when we had to wake up at 5:30 to walk, then take 2 tubes, then a train, then a ferry, then walk again to get to my aunt's convent where she is a cloistered nun. Talking to my aunt is like spending time with a fossil. She's super well informed on certain issues and has been around the block but since she can't leave the convent (her sitch is no Sister Act!!!) she's not in tune with reality. And I'm not just saying that because she is married to God. Last time she was a free woman everyday people had milkmen.
The last pic below is a pic I took of a pic. We are not allowed that kind of access- we had to visit with her behind jail-like bars. More on that later. I'm too tired to write anymore.
With only three days in London we had no option but to barely sleep and cram it all in! It was a jam packed but incredibly fun time! Now I'm back at home, and according to my mom the TV is popping!
Mum: "Have you seen Craft Wars?"
Me: "No."
Mum: "It's with Tory Spelling. If you liked Extreme Couponing, you'll love this. They make beds out of keys."
Me: "Ok....."
Mum: "Oh and Master Chef is great. There is a blind chef who had to cook a live lobster. The lobster bit her. And Misadvise."
Me: "I'm not going to remember all of these."
Mum: "Don't worry- I'll text them to you."
I want to go back to London!!!!
I was just in Estonia and at the Olympics but watch out CRAFT WARS! HERE I COME WITH MY GLUE GUN!!!!!!!! Nobody makes me want to glue popsicle sticks together like Tory Spelling.
So yeah. I miss London. I miss knickerbockers at the ice cream store (whatever those are), I miss the bus and tube stops. There are so many circus stops in London Brett asked me if there use to be real circuses there- I told him there were even though I didn't know. Besides Picadilly Circus and Oxford Circus I loved the train stop "Bremley upon Bromley" and I swear there was a bus stop called "Pigs fly over Hanover". Hey match.co date- just meet me at Pigs fly over Hanover!
Where do they get these names from? Harry Potter??? Honestly.
I miss British accents. I miss being able to get on the tube and hear 15 different languages in the span of an hour. I miss Maddox being exposed to so many different people and loving all of them except one creep on the tube.
When we arrived in London we were expecting sheer and utter chaos. Instead we found calm serenity. Well sort of. Heathrow airport was a dream. We cleared customs in 2 minutes. Our bags arrived 5 minutes later. Why is it that whenever we do something ridiculous- like the day we took a taxi, then a ferry from Estonia to Finland, then another taxi, then a flight to London and arrive during the Olympics we get our bags just fine. Then whenever we take a flight on Southwest 1.5 hours to San Diego- surprise surprise, they've lost our luggage. Idiots.
We then hopped on the Heathrow express and then took the tube to my friend Sabrina's house. There were volunteers everywhere wearing Pepto Bismol Pink always eager to give info (which was rarely correct, but hey, at least they were trying). My mom would have been in absolute heaven. She loves nothing more than to ask people for directions every 5 feet and in London during the Olympics she could have done that. No problem.
In fact, not only were the pink volunteers nice, everyone in London was unusually friendly. I'm not sure if there was some sort of public service announcement there or what but I was pleasantly surprised. So many people offered to help us carry Maddox's stroller in the tube I finally was like- what the heck. I don't want to help Brett carry it anymore. GO AHEAD!
We had a great time with my friend Sabrina, her mum, fiancee and adorable 5 year old son Ronan (who I will always remember for calling Maddox MAGNUS and for stopping strangers when we took him to the Olympic park to inform them "this is NOT my little brother. That is NOT my mum. That is NOT my dad.)
Sabrina and her fam were so incredibly nice to host us, and they even watched Maddox one night til 2am while Brett and I went to watch beach volleyball at the Olympics. We did not mean to stay out that late but we were having SO much fun, we were literally jumping up and down screaming "Che-z-she" (rooting for the Czechs) for awhile and we just couldn't tear ourselves away from the scene. There is an incredible energy at the Olympics and something so cool about being at the largest peacetime gathering in the world.
We also met the Spanish swim team and the girl holding Maddox is Spain's silver medalist and the best swimmer they've had in 20 years!!! She was quite impressed with little Maddox as you can imagine.
We had a rude awakening the next morning when we had to wake up at 5:30 to walk, then take 2 tubes, then a train, then a ferry, then walk again to get to my aunt's convent where she is a cloistered nun. Talking to my aunt is like spending time with a fossil. She's super well informed on certain issues and has been around the block but since she can't leave the convent (her sitch is no Sister Act!!!) she's not in tune with reality. And I'm not just saying that because she is married to God. Last time she was a free woman everyday people had milkmen.
The last pic below is a pic I took of a pic. We are not allowed that kind of access- we had to visit with her behind jail-like bars. More on that later. I'm too tired to write anymore.
With only three days in London we had no option but to barely sleep and cram it all in! It was a jam packed but incredibly fun time! Now I'm back at home, and according to my mom the TV is popping!
Mum: "Have you seen Craft Wars?"
Me: "No."
Mum: "It's with Tory Spelling. If you liked Extreme Couponing, you'll love this. They make beds out of keys."
Me: "Ok....."
Mum: "Oh and Master Chef is great. There is a blind chef who had to cook a live lobster. The lobster bit her. And Misadvise."
Me: "I'm not going to remember all of these."
Mum: "Don't worry- I'll text them to you."
I want to go back to London!!!!
I was just in Estonia and at the Olympics but watch out CRAFT WARS! HERE I COME WITH MY GLUE GUN!!!!!!!! Nobody makes me want to glue popsicle sticks together like Tory Spelling.
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