I Just Wrote about Hyde Park

On a Saturday in Hyde Park:

Rollarblading practice is in session.
Team work and individual.
Weaving in between cones and skating backward instruction included.
A whole gang of them really, the rollar-blader lady a.k.a. rollerblady would be in heaven.
I only wish I had Ally and the classic skating krew so I could join them.

There was also football practice going on.
Fubol Americana.
Actual football with pads.
Or as the Beatles Magical Mystery Tour Guide called it,
Rugby for Girls.
But then again, in England they think of women like this:

and not so much like this:

There were also two Americans running in the park. How did I know they were American? Tthey actually passed a hello.

 

Here's Some More

Friday.
Portmouth.

The Victory.
Our racist, maybe Agentinian tour guide was the highlight of the port.  We learned that the term son of a gun, came from the ship because occasionally, a woman would have a baby on board, and if it was born in between the cannons, yep, you nailed it, son of a gun.
Who knows if we can believe him? He lied to the nuns about the occupation of the women on board.
Oh yes, the Victory is the boat the English fought with during the Battle of Trafalgar and is the oldest ship in existence.

Cadbury Chocolate Outlet. No mini-eggs which I am thinking is a great thing.
Brighton Pier. Fun. But more fun when you're with your parents.

Preston Temple. Best part of the day. Some of us brought skirts, hoping we'd be able to get in to do baptisms. We did. And the worker was right when he said the drinking fountain had the best water in all of England. Blessings in every form.

Saturday.
Wrote an essay in the morning.
Left for the rest of the day to explore.
First Borough Market. I had a Greek wrap. I love these kinds of things. Crowded with people, it was like a glorious farmer's market.

Next, a museum just in time for Halloween. The Operating Theatre of Old St. Thomas Hospital. It had weird things from medicine in the 1800s like amputation instraments and also an ampetheatre where medical students could watch an operation being performed.

Stopped by a Cathedral by choice. It was close.
Went over to my favorite, Covent Garden and walked around the market there before going to the Transportation Museum. The two Asian girls took pictures at every carriage, bus, and taxi, so I decided to do the same–just self-timer mode. Who doesn't love the Underground and double decker buses?

Met the girls, who'd given up on doing homework, at Wagamama's in Leicester Square for dinner. I had curry and it was good. It had the feeling of Whole Foods but less snobby. I think I like the neighborhood Thai place better.
The plan to ride the London Eye got cancelled as we figured it'd be better to do it when they finish putting the Christmas lights up all over town.
Back to the Center!

I Haven't Blogged Because

I've been busy.
This week I've:

Discovered that I have a relative named Thankful Frisbee.
Attended a Ballet.

Walked the English countryside with some "real" English people. They were three brothers in their 70s. They have three more brothers  and they recently got back from a 5 week trip from Australia to Las Vegas.

Attended the Joshua Radin Concert. The crowd hushed us loud Americans, but that didn't stop Joshua from dedicating a song to two of the girls in our group. He also played his encore in the crowd–just about four people in front of me.
Froze at the Sandham Memorial Chapel, while viewing the artwork of WW1 artist Stanley Spencer.
Became polished at Jane Austen's House.
Went to Salsbury Cathedral. This time it wasn't just another cathedral. I like this one mainly because it had an awesome baptismal font.

Finally, Stonehenge. Not just a pile of rocks. A mystery. I quite enjoyed it. We had clear skies and it was a bit freezing.

As far as action words, I don't know if this would pass on a resume,

but alas, it's only Wednesday and there are more adventures in the works.

She went to Paris.

20 Is Old

It was my birthday
and it was fun.

A surprise party at midnight
bringing in the new year.

Nice decorations and candles from mother.

Portobello road in the morning.

Les Miserable in the afternoon

Nandos for dinner.

A special thanks to Devri for putting it all together.

Also, the best birthday present of 2010

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Bonjourno!

From Rome

All the Polo Ralph Lauren models are from Italy. American brand or not.

That being said, if I weren't so set on marrying a Polynesian, an Italian would do.

At the bus station with all our baggage, the women standing next to tried to tell us something in Italian, but when our faces looked blank, she said, "warning." That was understood better when two men began to quarrel and almost full on fight. Hitler and Mussolini were involved but that's all I got.

I know more Thai words than I do Italian. I was pretty lost on the language.

I don't think Europeans can help that they smell bad. I found myself a victim of the smell following my same home routine . Could that be said about Daniel's Portugal books? Probably not.

If an Italian tried to speak to us but didn't know english, they'd try spanish. They know all the languages of  neighbors, why don't we?

I thoroughly enjoyed the Canadians in our Vatican tour. They were Indian who lived in the Big Apple for a while where they made a lot of money.

I liked the yogurt in glass cups. What's up Yoplait.

Italians are really small. And dark. You can imagine how out of place I felt.

They really do play accordions there.

We wore translations headsets during church. If I were the missionary, I would say all sorts of things.

I finished packing up my stuff, and three hours later I was on a plane for Washington DC

Where I met up with this keeper

and we did just about everything there is to do in Washington DC.

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Thursday
It was hot.
Toured the Capital. There is a statue of Brigham Young.
Senate Gallery. Disorganized. The senators were late, and coming and going. I wished they'd focus a bit more. They voted on Elena Kagan becoming a Supreme Court justice and they senate pages practically begged us to go.
It poured.
Supreme Court.

Natural History, Art History, and American Smithsonian.
China town.

Friday
Biked to the city on the Mongoose.
Thomas Jefferson memorial.
FDR memorial.
Lincoln memorial.
Vietnam.
WWII.

Washington Monument.
White House and visitor's center. Every Boy Scout in America was there.
Holacost museum.
The Mint visitor center.
Air and Space Museum.
Kabab Palace.
Concert on the lawn of the Airforce Memorial.

Saturday
Eastern Market with Kim. We ate Blue Buck pancakes and say Emily and Linda Dunn.
Library of congress.
Mt. Vernon and picnic.
Kayaking Potomic river.
Georgetown cupcakes.
Walking Ghost tour in Old Alexander.
Drove to Washington DC temple
Rode the largest escalator in the western hemisphere.

Sunday
Arlington Cemetery
Church with delicious pumpkin bread made by Annette.
Holocaust Museum.

A special thanks to Annette for letting us barrow her bikes, making us lunch, and letting me sleep at her house. Hooray for the lentil boy.

And also for David for coming and putting up with me acting five years old. Tired and you blew up the air matress. Hungry and you bought museum food. Thanks for a great weekend.