I must say its quite strange being home. My first week was a flurry of activity. Work was still hectic, Christmas just a week away, and catching up with lots of people. I've never felt more loved as the most constant phrases I heard were "Its so good to see you", "We've really missed you", "We're so glad you're finally home". I didn't really have time to miss London that first week. I mean I suppose I did a bit, but it merely felt like I was on home leave, soon to return.
The second week home was also a delight. I went to CT to visit my family for Christmas and got lots of quality time with my nieces. Later in the week I went to NJ to my aunt's, where I got to see my grandmother and my cousins, who I hadn't seen in about three years. Its interesting with them. I wouldn't consider us close, but when we get together, we just really enjoy each other. I guess that's the cool thing about families. You're always family, no matter how time passes, the distance, that lack of chat. You can always come back because you're permanently tied. Not like friendships, where its far harder and the desire and effort must exist.
Which I guess brings me to week three. By New Years I was really missing London. It was such a strange feeling because I knew VA is where I'm to be, it is home, but I was homesick all the time. I just love London, the feel of it, the culture, my river. I spent a great portion of that week sorting photos and working on my album. I'd smile at the faces of people I'd enjoyed in London... folks I was already losing touch with. And yet at home, my real home in Virginia, my week continued to be blessed with person after person wanting to see me and catch up. Oh, I'm sooo blessed to have the people I do in my life in Virginia. God is so good.
I did make an interesting realization. I believe part of my homesickness is knowing I've no where to run. The novelty of me in Virginia in the last year was as if I was always on vacation. I never had to think about my future, deal with house matters, worry about my problems, settle into singleness, be troubled by traffic and the madness of DC, figure out my job, worry about the quality of my friendships. I'd be gone too quickly. I always had my London to go when I didn't want to think about my real life. My real life sat on a shelf for a year, while I experienced this other wonderful parallel reality. Now, I'm home. There's no where to run. I have to be here and figure it all out. Somehow though, I feel my time in London has better equipped me to figure it all out. This past week has been good, as I began sorting out my life. Maybe it won't be as hard as a I thought. I'm a different person. A stronger person. A more confident and optimistic person. I want to embrace life and live it to its fullest. Maybe that was the whole issue before. I'd grown stale... and now I'm vibrant.
As I settle in though, its still no less disappointing to now watch life in London going on without me. In just a month, its as if I've been forgotten. I did not have the depth of relationships in London, to make them miss me. One friend actually came out and said (paraphrased) that the distance was too much trouble. I should expect little in maintaining our friendship and there was no point in deepening it. Wow. That really sucked. But I suppose I should have expected it. They don't know me like those in VA do. Those in VA missed me b/c I'm a treasure to them. In London, I was not much more than another face they never bothered to invest in deeply. I do believed they enjoyed me, even immensely, while I was there (and I them), but in a world where relationships seem temporal, even disposable, and very much based on convenience, most just don't stick. We all move on, and surely, out of sight is often really out of mind. They only last if we deem them valuable enough to fight for. A year away has surely shown me that I have these type of friendships in VA.
I don't mean to make this all sound so sad, because in truth, God is giving me a peace about it. Maybe that's why I write about it, because we all need to find a way to be peaceful amidst great change. I'm learning to be content in the moment. I am thankful for the past, the season I had in London, and all the people that made it what it was. But it does indeed seem it is time to move on. I know that God has great things in store for me this year, I only need wait and see. And London, oh London, will always have a cherished place in my memory and a piece of my heart.
2008 offers all the hope in the world. Each year is so special, be them ever so different. Lord Jesus, I embrace whatever you have for me this year. I thank you for all the people in my life and I pray you continue to direct me into the lives you'd have for me this year and visa versa. May I be a blessing. May you bring me blessing. AMEN!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Christmas in London: The Grande Finale
My greatest Christmas wish was to have a magnificent and memorable final three weeks in London, week's I'd not soon forgot. I got that in every beautiful way. There was a bit of emotion and drama this week not worth going into (transitions and goodbyes can be complicated), but all and all, I feel so blessed and the good was worth every second of angst. I wouldn't go back and change a thing.
Monday started as a rough day (long story), but ended in the most wonderful and fun three hour phone conversation with one of my new UK friends. I've truly enjoyed getting to know folks this month, even if I can only keep them in my life for a short season.
Tuesday was Christmas at my flat. I'd brought a tree over all the way from the States and bought all sorts of twinkle lights to decorate all around. I cooked up a feast, in my silly little kitchen. Huge challenge, but I pulled it off! The night was a delight, with 13 of us just eating, drinking and enjoying one another's company. I'd be told later in the week that my party was far better than our company party, so that made me happy. I love to entertain. I love people having fun in my home.
Wednesday I met up with a friend for what we hoped would be a night at this fun Belgian restaurant, but I guess we're 0:2. This is the same friend from the failed jazz event, ha, ha. Instead, we wondered about. I was hankering Mexican, and then out of no where, there it was! We had a great night, with decent food, amazing drinks (best coffee of my life!), and of course really good company/conversation. I finished the evening with my final stroll down The Thames. Its one of my favorites of London.
I was happy on Thursday that work was quite busy, because it kept me from realizing that it was my last day in London. I continued to be torn between excitement to be home with family and friends and a desperate sadness over leaving London and my new friends. It was good to have no time to think too hard about it. Its never good to think too much on such struggles.
Thursday night, I truly ended my stay with a bang. It was the BearingPoint Christmas Party. We all dressed to the 9's. The guys wore tuxes and all looked so handsome! The party itself was only ok (they'd canceled the dancing!), but we found a way to still have a good laugh (though it did involved a small fire, ha, ha). When it ended at midnight, we decided we sure weren't done and HAD to get our dance on. 10 of us went to Tiger Tiger, a club in Leicester Square. Almost 30 more BE people would meet up with us later for a crazy night until 3AM. Drinks, laughs, and lots of dance. It was a wonderful way to close out with my friends (and I made a few more!).
Got home at almost four and it was time to pack. I can't believe I got my whole flat packed in three hours! Then home...
Its now Saturday. I've been home a day. Its good to be home. I miss London, and especially a few key friends, but I'm where I'm meant to be and eager to see all my friends here tonight. I think it will be shock to my system in a few weeks when I don't go back, but I have so many memories to treasure, that though I can't be there, each thought of London and my time there will always make me smile.
Monday started as a rough day (long story), but ended in the most wonderful and fun three hour phone conversation with one of my new UK friends. I've truly enjoyed getting to know folks this month, even if I can only keep them in my life for a short season.
Tuesday was Christmas at my flat. I'd brought a tree over all the way from the States and bought all sorts of twinkle lights to decorate all around. I cooked up a feast, in my silly little kitchen. Huge challenge, but I pulled it off! The night was a delight, with 13 of us just eating, drinking and enjoying one another's company. I'd be told later in the week that my party was far better than our company party, so that made me happy. I love to entertain. I love people having fun in my home.
Wednesday I met up with a friend for what we hoped would be a night at this fun Belgian restaurant, but I guess we're 0:2. This is the same friend from the failed jazz event, ha, ha. Instead, we wondered about. I was hankering Mexican, and then out of no where, there it was! We had a great night, with decent food, amazing drinks (best coffee of my life!), and of course really good company/conversation. I finished the evening with my final stroll down The Thames. Its one of my favorites of London.
I was happy on Thursday that work was quite busy, because it kept me from realizing that it was my last day in London. I continued to be torn between excitement to be home with family and friends and a desperate sadness over leaving London and my new friends. It was good to have no time to think too hard about it. Its never good to think too much on such struggles.
Thursday night, I truly ended my stay with a bang. It was the BearingPoint Christmas Party. We all dressed to the 9's. The guys wore tuxes and all looked so handsome! The party itself was only ok (they'd canceled the dancing!), but we found a way to still have a good laugh (though it did involved a small fire, ha, ha). When it ended at midnight, we decided we sure weren't done and HAD to get our dance on. 10 of us went to Tiger Tiger, a club in Leicester Square. Almost 30 more BE people would meet up with us later for a crazy night until 3AM. Drinks, laughs, and lots of dance. It was a wonderful way to close out with my friends (and I made a few more!).
Got home at almost four and it was time to pack. I can't believe I got my whole flat packed in three hours! Then home...
Its now Saturday. I've been home a day. Its good to be home. I miss London, and especially a few key friends, but I'm where I'm meant to be and eager to see all my friends here tonight. I think it will be shock to my system in a few weeks when I don't go back, but I have so many memories to treasure, that though I can't be there, each thought of London and my time there will always make me smile.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Christmas in London, Week Two: Starting to Say Goodbye
Hmmm... you can tell from the title, that this week, especially weekend, has been full of conflicting emotions. Work was a bear, but outside work, I had a truly delightful week. This weekend I've spent a lot of time reflecting, which has been a bit difficult, as it requires a letting go of London that I'm not sure I'm ready to.
Well... in the spirit of fun, each night after work was full of delightful events. My British coworkers are fully a delight and I so wish I'd had the opportunity to get to know them better before now. I don't look back with regrets, b/c as I look back, I know things in the UK played out as they should. I wasn't meant to build deep relationships here in the UK, b/c it would make it harder to say goodbye and this move was never meant to be permanent. In spite of all the uncertainty and anxiousness, Virginia is my home, where I'm supposed to be, even when I don't want to be.
Anyway...
Monday night I relaxed but Tuesday night was the BT Christmas Party (my client). I didn't know many folks, but it was still nice and fun enough. The good fun though was really to be had on Wednesday. There are about 9 of us that will be gone from BearingPoint UK by the 17th... we we had a great big leaving party. It was a blast. We laughed, played, met some new people... it was A+.
Thursday was the lighting of the Trafalgar Christmas Tree. It was raining and the event was fairly anti-climatic, but I'm still glad I went. From there, I met up with a male friend to go to one of London's most famous jazz clubs. Unfortunately, we couldn't get a booking and then struggled to find somewhere else to go on late notice. But in the end, the evening turned out an absolute delight. We had wonderful conversation (we've know each other for months, but never had really gotten to really chat much before) and an amazing meal. After that, we went for a walk through central London and then down by the river. London is truly gorgeous at night and the weather was actually fairly warm. We both had our cameras b/c of the tree lighting and got some nice evening shots.
Friday night I stayed in to relax but then woke up at dawn on Saturday to do some early morning photo touring. Got some nice Christmas shots around town and then had a lovely brunch at this little restaurant we stumbled on. Another A+ time.
The rest of my day I shopped and then went to the carol service at my church. It was really nice and helped me to process some of all I'm feeling about leaving.
Today (Sunday), I went to Hillsong Church in the AM and then did some more shopping (including these awesome leather boots!). I'm normally not a shopper, but its fun in a city like London and makes me feel so trendy, ha, ha. Tonight... I'll got take some more pictures before Internet Church.
It seems that RockYou has changed some of their uploading policies, so I'm moving my Europe photos to Flikr. You may have noticed that some of my prior postings I said I was posting pictures and they're not there. They'll be on Flikr soon.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/21648605@N05/
So... one week left. Hmmmmm.....
Well... in the spirit of fun, each night after work was full of delightful events. My British coworkers are fully a delight and I so wish I'd had the opportunity to get to know them better before now. I don't look back with regrets, b/c as I look back, I know things in the UK played out as they should. I wasn't meant to build deep relationships here in the UK, b/c it would make it harder to say goodbye and this move was never meant to be permanent. In spite of all the uncertainty and anxiousness, Virginia is my home, where I'm supposed to be, even when I don't want to be.
Anyway...
Monday night I relaxed but Tuesday night was the BT Christmas Party (my client). I didn't know many folks, but it was still nice and fun enough. The good fun though was really to be had on Wednesday. There are about 9 of us that will be gone from BearingPoint UK by the 17th... we we had a great big leaving party. It was a blast. We laughed, played, met some new people... it was A+.
Thursday was the lighting of the Trafalgar Christmas Tree. It was raining and the event was fairly anti-climatic, but I'm still glad I went. From there, I met up with a male friend to go to one of London's most famous jazz clubs. Unfortunately, we couldn't get a booking and then struggled to find somewhere else to go on late notice. But in the end, the evening turned out an absolute delight. We had wonderful conversation (we've know each other for months, but never had really gotten to really chat much before) and an amazing meal. After that, we went for a walk through central London and then down by the river. London is truly gorgeous at night and the weather was actually fairly warm. We both had our cameras b/c of the tree lighting and got some nice evening shots.
Friday night I stayed in to relax but then woke up at dawn on Saturday to do some early morning photo touring. Got some nice Christmas shots around town and then had a lovely brunch at this little restaurant we stumbled on. Another A+ time.
The rest of my day I shopped and then went to the carol service at my church. It was really nice and helped me to process some of all I'm feeling about leaving.
Today (Sunday), I went to Hillsong Church in the AM and then did some more shopping (including these awesome leather boots!). I'm normally not a shopper, but its fun in a city like London and makes me feel so trendy, ha, ha. Tonight... I'll got take some more pictures before Internet Church.
It seems that RockYou has changed some of their uploading policies, so I'm moving my Europe photos to Flikr. You may have noticed that some of my prior postings I said I was posting pictures and they're not there. They'll be on Flikr soon.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/21648605@N05/
So... one week left. Hmmmmm.....
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Christmas in London, Week One
This may be the first of my last three weeks in London. I'm not certain how I feel about that. When I was home last week I was thrilled to be there. And then as I packed and head to the airport, a wave of anxiety washed over me. I didn't want to return to London. And yet, within a few days of my return, I remembered all over again why I've fallen in love with this city and a big part of me isn't ready to go. As the choice is not entirely my own, I've reconciled to mere take in every moment I can, savor each day here, knowing it may be my last. And knowing that whatever is next, in London or in the US, is completely God's plan and will be good.
And its Christmas! The second I landed, I put up my 4 foot Christmas tree that traveled with me to London all the way from Reston Target.
We had a new person join our project Monday... Heather. Heather's been here all along, another American, but on another project. She's looking to transfer here permanently, so she like no other understands my love for this town. I arrived on Tuesday and thoroughly enjoyed working with her. We walked back to the flat and had a delightful chat. The walk itself was just wonderful... as though it got colder here faster, it seems to have stopped in the 40's. Its just cool enough to wear cozy coats, beautiful scarves, and fun hats... but still warm enough for pleasant walks along the river at night.
Wednesday night I went for drinks with two of my friends, Andy and Mark. We chatted literally for hours and hours. It was a really neat evening for me, as these are truly two of the men in London who I consider truly friends and who have been a huge blessing to me. I'm still getting to know them both, but I just really enjoy both of them so much. I think one of the best things about them, is that though we have a lot of fun, conversation is always quite real. We're never lost in the shallow but talking deep about life, its good parts, its challenges, our points of view. Good stuff. We grabbed some dinner and then finished the night with another walk along the river.
Thursday was another delightful dinner... good food and fantastic company. Who can ask for more? Its nights like this, that make me never want to leave this fantastic place. Its been so hard to meet people and I feel I've spent so much time alone (and hating that). I've only now have two weeks left, but am finding some of those friendships and that companionship I've longer for. If only this had been offered a few months ago... but again, God knows best and all is as it should be, even if it feels strange and out of synch. But oh how I am sure know I'll love these last weeks.
Friday was a busy work day and then I just stayed in in the evening... Relax...
Today, Saturday, I spent the early part of the day at home, but then decided to shop a bit and see some of the Christmas decorations around time. I love how big cities decorate for the holidays. I love that London doesn't hold back and isn't shy about using the word "Christmas". Its is indeed Christmas here and though the religious tones are minimal, the joy and festiveness of it all is every where. I met up with Heather and another coworker for a delightful Thai dinner in Covent Garden and then Heather and I took a strong to view more lights. Everything is lit up! We went by one square with a great big tree and ice rink and just watched a bit.
Its all a winter wonderland here. I wish I could stop time and make these last three weeks last forever. I've many more fun evenings planned... and I can't stop smiling.
And its Christmas! The second I landed, I put up my 4 foot Christmas tree that traveled with me to London all the way from Reston Target.
We had a new person join our project Monday... Heather. Heather's been here all along, another American, but on another project. She's looking to transfer here permanently, so she like no other understands my love for this town. I arrived on Tuesday and thoroughly enjoyed working with her. We walked back to the flat and had a delightful chat. The walk itself was just wonderful... as though it got colder here faster, it seems to have stopped in the 40's. Its just cool enough to wear cozy coats, beautiful scarves, and fun hats... but still warm enough for pleasant walks along the river at night.
Wednesday night I went for drinks with two of my friends, Andy and Mark. We chatted literally for hours and hours. It was a really neat evening for me, as these are truly two of the men in London who I consider truly friends and who have been a huge blessing to me. I'm still getting to know them both, but I just really enjoy both of them so much. I think one of the best things about them, is that though we have a lot of fun, conversation is always quite real. We're never lost in the shallow but talking deep about life, its good parts, its challenges, our points of view. Good stuff. We grabbed some dinner and then finished the night with another walk along the river.
Thursday was another delightful dinner... good food and fantastic company. Who can ask for more? Its nights like this, that make me never want to leave this fantastic place. Its been so hard to meet people and I feel I've spent so much time alone (and hating that). I've only now have two weeks left, but am finding some of those friendships and that companionship I've longer for. If only this had been offered a few months ago... but again, God knows best and all is as it should be, even if it feels strange and out of synch. But oh how I am sure know I'll love these last weeks.
Friday was a busy work day and then I just stayed in in the evening... Relax...
Today, Saturday, I spent the early part of the day at home, but then decided to shop a bit and see some of the Christmas decorations around time. I love how big cities decorate for the holidays. I love that London doesn't hold back and isn't shy about using the word "Christmas". Its is indeed Christmas here and though the religious tones are minimal, the joy and festiveness of it all is every where. I met up with Heather and another coworker for a delightful Thai dinner in Covent Garden and then Heather and I took a strong to view more lights. Everything is lit up! We went by one square with a great big tree and ice rink and just watched a bit.
Its all a winter wonderland here. I wish I could stop time and make these last three weeks last forever. I've many more fun evenings planned... and I can't stop smiling.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Home! - Weekend of Nov 2nd
I've began short trips to the UK to try to start acclimating to home. This weekend was the first weekend I was truly home for a while, so I did a lot of catching up with friends. I mean, early August I went to CT instead of home. Later in August, Portugal instead of home. Early September I went to the OBX. Later in September, Spain. Early October, Connecticut. Mid-October, Kate and family visited. I missed Halloween at home which was a big disappointment (I love the kiddies), but I went to a very fun party in London. We had a lot of fun dressing up.
Anyway, it was still a short trip home, but got brunch with Mary and Martine Friday and went to me monthly Prayer Breakfast Saturday. Saturday afternoon I spent with my friend Anne and our friend LaRae who I hadn't seen in many years. It was sensational to get some time with her. Saturday night was Mike Lee's leaving do, so that was a huge bummer, but we had a super farewell of sushi. Then Sunday more time with LaRae.
That night, I "worked" the Internet Campus, now that I'm an official ministry volunteer for that ministry. It was awesome. Sensational representation from all over the world!
Then it was some quick errands and more visits Monday and Tuesday, before heading back to London Wednesday. Quick turnarounds! Ah... this is my life.
Anyway, it was still a short trip home, but got brunch with Mary and Martine Friday and went to me monthly Prayer Breakfast Saturday. Saturday afternoon I spent with my friend Anne and our friend LaRae who I hadn't seen in many years. It was sensational to get some time with her. Saturday night was Mike Lee's leaving do, so that was a huge bummer, but we had a super farewell of sushi. Then Sunday more time with LaRae.
That night, I "worked" the Internet Campus, now that I'm an official ministry volunteer for that ministry. It was awesome. Sensational representation from all over the world!
Then it was some quick errands and more visits Monday and Tuesday, before heading back to London Wednesday. Quick turnarounds! Ah... this is my life.
Sabbath in London - Oct 28
Sunday was a good but odd day. I wasn't sure how to spend it. I felt God trying to get my attention, so I chose to spend the day with him, to read and write, processing so many of the emotions, about so many things, running through my head. Though the loneliness has been hard, the alone time, has been significant, as I've been able to really step back and think, reflect, with out the distraction of all the responsibilities, activities, and relationships in DC.
I started the morning just reading and journaling in bed. It was refreshing and significant... as I stumbled into all sorts of revelations. I decided to go for a walk and just spend some time in prayer. I felt called to pray for London, the place, the people, the government. There are good people here. Wonderful people here, but even more so than many places in the US, they don't really have a keen sense of God as having much of a role in their lives. Its not that they don't believe, but that he just doesn't seem to have much relevance and there seem to be too many gray areas... too many bits of "religion" that seem to conflict with modern culture and belief. It makes me sad, as, as bright as I am, as much as I love to think and use my mind, I've met a Savior that touches my heart and soul so deeply, that its changed me. I wish all I love would I find, what I have... this relationship with God. Its never been more real than this year, as I've had to rely on him more than ever. He's been my God in the big and the small, and his love is exceedingly profound.
As I arrived home, I began to pray for opportunities to serve. God has done so much in my life this year, yet I feel I've done little in his name. Yes, of course I've lived my faith outloud and had many a great conversation, but wish I could do something more tangible.
Well... be careful when you pray those prayers, b/c they are often answered quickly!
After I returned from my regular church in London, I grabbed some food and logged on to Frontline's new Internet Campus. You see, my church, McLean Bible Church, just launched a live feed for all its services, including Frontline, the service for young adults. Originally, I thought the concept of Internet church was silly and would be impersonal, but it was the opposite! It was wonderful! I was so blessed to connect on line with home and speak in that chat rooms to friends around the world. The service was amazing and was just what I needed.
At the end, they asked for volunteers to help in future services. I was ecstatic! For months I thought it would be neat to minister to others abroad, possibly struggling as I've been. Or for some tool, some opportunity, to share God and church with those not in the DC Area. And then I prayed for a ministry, and found it. I now write blogs for the church website and moderate in the chat rooms during services. I talk to participants all over the world. I've told all sorts of people in London about this online church and some might actually check it out.
Wow.. what a day it ended up being. I guess I'll just end with this... Ever interested in checking out church online? Ever curious about this church I talk so much about? Now you can join us. Check it out any Sunday at 5:30PM ET. http://www.frontlinedc.com/pages/page.asp?page_id=21944
I started the morning just reading and journaling in bed. It was refreshing and significant... as I stumbled into all sorts of revelations. I decided to go for a walk and just spend some time in prayer. I felt called to pray for London, the place, the people, the government. There are good people here. Wonderful people here, but even more so than many places in the US, they don't really have a keen sense of God as having much of a role in their lives. Its not that they don't believe, but that he just doesn't seem to have much relevance and there seem to be too many gray areas... too many bits of "religion" that seem to conflict with modern culture and belief. It makes me sad, as, as bright as I am, as much as I love to think and use my mind, I've met a Savior that touches my heart and soul so deeply, that its changed me. I wish all I love would I find, what I have... this relationship with God. Its never been more real than this year, as I've had to rely on him more than ever. He's been my God in the big and the small, and his love is exceedingly profound.
As I arrived home, I began to pray for opportunities to serve. God has done so much in my life this year, yet I feel I've done little in his name. Yes, of course I've lived my faith outloud and had many a great conversation, but wish I could do something more tangible.
Well... be careful when you pray those prayers, b/c they are often answered quickly!
After I returned from my regular church in London, I grabbed some food and logged on to Frontline's new Internet Campus. You see, my church, McLean Bible Church, just launched a live feed for all its services, including Frontline, the service for young adults. Originally, I thought the concept of Internet church was silly and would be impersonal, but it was the opposite! It was wonderful! I was so blessed to connect on line with home and speak in that chat rooms to friends around the world. The service was amazing and was just what I needed.
At the end, they asked for volunteers to help in future services. I was ecstatic! For months I thought it would be neat to minister to others abroad, possibly struggling as I've been. Or for some tool, some opportunity, to share God and church with those not in the DC Area. And then I prayed for a ministry, and found it. I now write blogs for the church website and moderate in the chat rooms during services. I talk to participants all over the world. I've told all sorts of people in London about this online church and some might actually check it out.
Wow.. what a day it ended up being. I guess I'll just end with this... Ever interested in checking out church online? Ever curious about this church I talk so much about? Now you can join us. Check it out any Sunday at 5:30PM ET. http://www.frontlinedc.com/pages/page.asp?page_id=21944
Windsor Castle - Oct 27
Well, the tide has really changed here. I'm the only American left right now and its kind of odd. Between late work hours, too many weekends of travel, and a general properness of the British (and possibly, in fairness, my own shyness, yes people, I'm quite shy around stranger), its just been extremely hard to make English friends. I've made a few work acquiantances and have gone out with coworkers a few times, but general its fairly shallow... and frankly, those who chat with me in the pubs, virtually ignore me the next day in the office. I don't get it. All this to say... that it was a fairly lonely weekend... but I made the most of it by journeying out to Windsor Castle.
Windsor is quite different than Buckingham Palace because its a real castle and looks like one. The whole area is beautiful and the leaves are turning.
I spent quite a time in the chapel and journeyed all around the castle. I think I'm a bit spoiled from having seen so much around the world, but it was worth seeing. I think I was most astounded however, by Queen Mary's Doll House. I actually went back to see it a second time! Its HUGE and yet small in detail at the same time. Lots of detail. It was incredible!
Finished at the castle and wondered around town a bit before heading home.
Windsor is quite different than Buckingham Palace because its a real castle and looks like one. The whole area is beautiful and the leaves are turning.
I spent quite a time in the chapel and journeyed all around the castle. I think I'm a bit spoiled from having seen so much around the world, but it was worth seeing. I think I was most astounded however, by Queen Mary's Doll House. I actually went back to see it a second time! Its HUGE and yet small in detail at the same time. Lots of detail. It was incredible!
Finished at the castle and wondered around town a bit before heading home.
Kate and John's Visit to VA - Oct 19-21
Without a doubt, my sister is my most favorite person on the planet. Yes, there are many very close seconds (Mom, Dad, Ken, Nana, John, Brooke, Evelyn, Lexi, Nicolai, etc.), but Kate, she's my lifeblood. I'd be lost with out and treasure every second with her (even when we're fighting!). She's like a hero to me.
So as you can imagine, I was soooo excited for her and her family to come visit me in Virginia. To make it happen, took quite a feat. I had a 23 hour chaos-filled trip home from the UK, via Frankfurt and Boston (oh my - though lunch in Frankfurt was a small delight in the midst of the madness). Kate and John fought traffic after traffic and got in at 3AM. But we all made it and were all together at my home in VA.
Kate and John slept in Saturday morning while Evelyn and I went to a park. That was lovely. Well, up until the point where I backed Kate's SUV into a light post! Fortunately Kate and John only made a joke of it and we continued our day. We took Evelyn to the National Zoo. She's been watching the pandas online, so it was so neat to see the look on her face when she got to see them in real life. She loved every moment.
Sunday was the Shenandoah Balloon and Wine Festival. I LOVE this event and have gone every year now for at least the last five. It was neat to share it with Kate and John and Evelyn really got a kick out of the balloons. We met up with Mary, Jon and some others. It was an added joy to see all of them... and to introduce them to Kate. We watched Evelyn on the carousel, tried some wine, got some kettle corn, watched the balloons fill up and take off, and just hang out. It was the perfect day.
So as you can imagine, I was soooo excited for her and her family to come visit me in Virginia. To make it happen, took quite a feat. I had a 23 hour chaos-filled trip home from the UK, via Frankfurt and Boston (oh my - though lunch in Frankfurt was a small delight in the midst of the madness). Kate and John fought traffic after traffic and got in at 3AM. But we all made it and were all together at my home in VA.
Kate and John slept in Saturday morning while Evelyn and I went to a park. That was lovely. Well, up until the point where I backed Kate's SUV into a light post! Fortunately Kate and John only made a joke of it and we continued our day. We took Evelyn to the National Zoo. She's been watching the pandas online, so it was so neat to see the look on her face when she got to see them in real life. She loved every moment.
Sunday was the Shenandoah Balloon and Wine Festival. I LOVE this event and have gone every year now for at least the last five. It was neat to share it with Kate and John and Evelyn really got a kick out of the balloons. We met up with Mary, Jon and some others. It was an added joy to see all of them... and to introduce them to Kate. We watched Evelyn on the carousel, tried some wine, got some kettle corn, watched the balloons fill up and take off, and just hang out. It was the perfect day.
A "Monumental" Day - Oct 10
Nana and I returned to DC Tuesday night and just relaxed. Wednesday we began the day with a delightful breakfast with Mary and Martine. I was thrilled to have them meet my grandmother and her them. Then... we headed downtown.
Nana hadn't meet in DC since the early 70's! A lot had changed. I began a tour around all the memorials. We started with FDR, then walked around the Tidal Basin (viewing the Jefferson, but we didn't go there). Next was WW2.
I'd not yet been to the WW2 Memorial. I was overwhelmed by its beauty... and the significance of seeing it for the first time with my grandmother. You see, my grandfather fought in the Pacific during WW2. He was not killed in battle (we were blessed to have many, many years with him), but the sacrifices he still made... and so many others, killed in battle and those that would survive, really struck me. I too often take our freedoms for granted. Its impossible to do that at a memorial like this.
We spent quite a while at this memorial (see pics below), but then off to others. We went to Vietnam (again quite touching) and then Lincoln. From there we went to the Korean War Memorial. I've always thought that one was a bit creepy, but maybe its because the layout almost takes you back there with them. Yes, for certain that day made me appreciate what our servicemen have done for us... and are doing for us right now.
From there we went back to the car to drive by the White House, The Capital, then over to Arlington Cemetery. We finished our tour at Iwo Jima... and then to Coastal Flats for dinner.
It was a monumental day for many reasons. Of course, it was a day of monuments. But it was also a great day to celebrate our country and remember those who'd fought for it. Possibly however most of all, it was because for the first time, my Nana actually got to come to DC to see me, my home, and the area I call so dear. Yeah!
Click here for a picture review of our day...
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Nana hadn't meet in DC since the early 70's! A lot had changed. I began a tour around all the memorials. We started with FDR, then walked around the Tidal Basin (viewing the Jefferson, but we didn't go there). Next was WW2.
I'd not yet been to the WW2 Memorial. I was overwhelmed by its beauty... and the significance of seeing it for the first time with my grandmother. You see, my grandfather fought in the Pacific during WW2. He was not killed in battle (we were blessed to have many, many years with him), but the sacrifices he still made... and so many others, killed in battle and those that would survive, really struck me. I too often take our freedoms for granted. Its impossible to do that at a memorial like this.
We spent quite a while at this memorial (see pics below), but then off to others. We went to Vietnam (again quite touching) and then Lincoln. From there we went to the Korean War Memorial. I've always thought that one was a bit creepy, but maybe its because the layout almost takes you back there with them. Yes, for certain that day made me appreciate what our servicemen have done for us... and are doing for us right now.
From there we went back to the car to drive by the White House, The Capital, then over to Arlington Cemetery. We finished our tour at Iwo Jima... and then to Coastal Flats for dinner.
It was a monumental day for many reasons. Of course, it was a day of monuments. But it was also a great day to celebrate our country and remember those who'd fought for it. Possibly however most of all, it was because for the first time, my Nana actually got to come to DC to see me, my home, and the area I call so dear. Yeah!
Click here for a picture review of our day...
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Visit to CT - Oct 5-9
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...
Welcome to the Flemming clan, Nicolai Matthew!
My first nephew was born on Sept. 24th. Ken and Brooke could not be happier parents and Lexi is thrilled in her role as big sister.
For my next trip home, I knew I wanted to go meet the little tyke, but decided to make it an extra special trip, by making it a surprise to my mom on her birthday. Not only that, but as a further surprise, I'd fly in my grandmother from Indiana.
Well, the surprise went off w/o a hitch. Mom was definitely surprised and completely thrilled. So was Ken! We didn't tell him we were coming either.
Nicolai of course is completely precious. I just couldn't get enough of him. We spent Saturday morning visiting with him and then kidnapped Ken and Lexi for some sailing. Then back to Kate's house to celebrate Mom's bday.
Sunday was full of Fall fun. We took the whole clan to Jones Tree Farm (love this place!). The girls picked out pumpkins, went through a corn maze, and just enjoyed the weather running around. It was an especially balmy, yes balmy, October day.
Monday and Tuesday we just relaxed with the family before Nana and I drove to VA.
Instead of yammering on more, check out the pics of my wonderful little ones...
Welcome to the Flemming clan, Nicolai Matthew!
My first nephew was born on Sept. 24th. Ken and Brooke could not be happier parents and Lexi is thrilled in her role as big sister.
For my next trip home, I knew I wanted to go meet the little tyke, but decided to make it an extra special trip, by making it a surprise to my mom on her birthday. Not only that, but as a further surprise, I'd fly in my grandmother from Indiana.
Well, the surprise went off w/o a hitch. Mom was definitely surprised and completely thrilled. So was Ken! We didn't tell him we were coming either.
Nicolai of course is completely precious. I just couldn't get enough of him. We spent Saturday morning visiting with him and then kidnapped Ken and Lexi for some sailing. Then back to Kate's house to celebrate Mom's bday.
Sunday was full of Fall fun. We took the whole clan to Jones Tree Farm (love this place!). The girls picked out pumpkins, went through a corn maze, and just enjoyed the weather running around. It was an especially balmy, yes balmy, October day.
Monday and Tuesday we just relaxed with the family before Nana and I drove to VA.
Instead of yammering on more, check out the pics of my wonderful little ones...
St. Paul's - Sept 29th
This weekend, I stayed local and low key... especially as I'm still recovering from my whirlwind spin of Spain. Started the day at Borough Market. I love the Market... your traditional European market. Ran some other errands and then met Scott and Christine back at the flats. We were booked to take a tour of St. Paul's.
Ironically, by now, I'd been in London, living across the street from the Cathedral for six months, but only spent about 15 minutes inside. It was time.
The tour lasted over an hour and we heard amazing history about it. For example, the dome is fake. Its really a cone, with flying buttresses, and a dome overlay. And the way its designed, creates a whispering gallery, where you can whisper on one side and be heard on the other. Wild.
We went all the way to the top and the view from outside is spectacular. You can see throughout the whole of central London.
After our tour, I went and just sat to stare up into the dome for a bit. It just about takes your breath away. So majestic. Its as if you can feel all the presence of God's glory, his power, his awesomeness, his might.
Scott and I decided to stay for the Saturday night service. It was lovely.
Ironically, by now, I'd been in London, living across the street from the Cathedral for six months, but only spent about 15 minutes inside. It was time.
The tour lasted over an hour and we heard amazing history about it. For example, the dome is fake. Its really a cone, with flying buttresses, and a dome overlay. And the way its designed, creates a whispering gallery, where you can whisper on one side and be heard on the other. Wild.
We went all the way to the top and the view from outside is spectacular. You can see throughout the whole of central London.
After our tour, I went and just sat to stare up into the dome for a bit. It just about takes your breath away. So majestic. Its as if you can feel all the presence of God's glory, his power, his awesomeness, his might.
Scott and I decided to stay for the Saturday night service. It was lovely.
Cordoba and Seville - Sept 22-24
Jennifer and I met up with my parents in Cordoba. It was so good to be with them. It had been a tricky month, with constant back and forth as to if I was finishing in London or continuing to the end of the year. I had so many mixed emotions. I wanted to go home. I wanted to stay in London. I was lonely in London. But I LOVE London and have mixed feelings when I'm home in DC these days. Anyway... it was good to be with my parents and what an amazing opportunity to travel with them in another country.
We got into Cordoba late, so hung around the hotel a bit, strolled through town briefly and then went to dinner. We had a delightful dinner. The off to bed. We were sure to have a busy next few days!
Cordoba is most known for its Moorish monastery with a cathedral inside. It was amazing! I'll let me pictures tell you more about that.
Late in the day, we traveled to Seville. It was late afternoon when we arrived, so it was brilliant to get photograph's of the Seville Cathedral and other key sites. We ended up having dinner down by the cathedral and then back to the hotel. It had been a VERY long day so we were ready to CRASH!
The next morning my parents wanted to attend service at the cathedral, but Jennifer and I wanted to check out this other church, actually called Church of the Macarena, where supposedly is a weeping Virgin Mary. It was a lovely church and though Mary was nice, most moving to me was a piece of art, kind of statue like, or Jesus.
As we were leaving the church, a wedding was beginning. It was great fun to see the bride show up, with glowing eyes and all the family gathering around excitedly.
We met my parents back in the center of town and toured the cathedral. It was fantastic. We walked to the very top of the clock town, which had brilliant views of the city. It was an interesting tower to go up. Instead of stairs, it was all ramps, as they used to have to take horses up.
Next, we went to an old fort with these gorgeous gardens that I loved. They were the most magnificent I've seen in quite a while. I mean, I'd seen so many cool things in Spain (Dad has us hit EVERYTHING), but there was something peaceful and special about this place. Evidently others thought so too... b/c the bride and groom from Macarena were there taking pictures.
Dad had a work meeting in the afternoon (they were there for a conference he had), so us girls just spent some time at a cafe and doing some shopping. We went back to the hotel to clean up and meet Dad, and then off to a night of flamenco. It was interesting, but not at all what I expected. Kind of strange in fact, but we had a nice time. To close the night we walked around some other sites, including the bull ring, walked along the river, and then home.
Monday Jennifer left and Dad had meetings so Mom and I had a relaxed start and then went out for some shopping. We were looking for ceramic tiles, but sadly took a wrong turn and missed the area all together. Oh well. We had time to take a tour of the bull ring and grab an ice cream, before we had to set back toward the hotel for my departure.
The whole trip was such a whirlwind I hardly remember details, but who likes blogs longer than this anyway? :) Enjoy the pictures.
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We got into Cordoba late, so hung around the hotel a bit, strolled through town briefly and then went to dinner. We had a delightful dinner. The off to bed. We were sure to have a busy next few days!
Cordoba is most known for its Moorish monastery with a cathedral inside. It was amazing! I'll let me pictures tell you more about that.
Late in the day, we traveled to Seville. It was late afternoon when we arrived, so it was brilliant to get photograph's of the Seville Cathedral and other key sites. We ended up having dinner down by the cathedral and then back to the hotel. It had been a VERY long day so we were ready to CRASH!
The next morning my parents wanted to attend service at the cathedral, but Jennifer and I wanted to check out this other church, actually called Church of the Macarena, where supposedly is a weeping Virgin Mary. It was a lovely church and though Mary was nice, most moving to me was a piece of art, kind of statue like, or Jesus.
As we were leaving the church, a wedding was beginning. It was great fun to see the bride show up, with glowing eyes and all the family gathering around excitedly.
We met my parents back in the center of town and toured the cathedral. It was fantastic. We walked to the very top of the clock town, which had brilliant views of the city. It was an interesting tower to go up. Instead of stairs, it was all ramps, as they used to have to take horses up.
Next, we went to an old fort with these gorgeous gardens that I loved. They were the most magnificent I've seen in quite a while. I mean, I'd seen so many cool things in Spain (Dad has us hit EVERYTHING), but there was something peaceful and special about this place. Evidently others thought so too... b/c the bride and groom from Macarena were there taking pictures.
Dad had a work meeting in the afternoon (they were there for a conference he had), so us girls just spent some time at a cafe and doing some shopping. We went back to the hotel to clean up and meet Dad, and then off to a night of flamenco. It was interesting, but not at all what I expected. Kind of strange in fact, but we had a nice time. To close the night we walked around some other sites, including the bull ring, walked along the river, and then home.
Monday Jennifer left and Dad had meetings so Mom and I had a relaxed start and then went out for some shopping. We were looking for ceramic tiles, but sadly took a wrong turn and missed the area all together. Oh well. We had time to take a tour of the bull ring and grab an ice cream, before we had to set back toward the hotel for my departure.
The whole trip was such a whirlwind I hardly remember details, but who likes blogs longer than this anyway? :) Enjoy the pictures.
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Parliament and Buckingham Place - Sept 15&16
Being in England for so long, it only seems proper to take advantage of the late summer opportunities to see the inner workings or the country. For August and September, both Parliament and Buckingham Palace are open to visitors.
Saturday was my tour of Parliament. It was full of deep history... and it was so cool to hear the details of how English lawmaking occurs. Its not entirely dissimilar from the US, but there are some very special traditional ceremonies that mark the start of the season and session. Acts of the Queen, special gavels and other instruments, and how they vote. And each story of what occurred on those premises, such as the hanging of William Wallace (Braveheart). Fascinating.
One of the most memorable parts of this day however, was at the end, where there was a special exposition around the abolishment of the English slave trade. The actual document William Wilberforce submitted to Parliament was there in a casing. The stories, the pictures, were all very moving. And the fact that slavery still exists in many areas of the world today, is terrifying. I have a friend working in Thailand helping to rehabilitate woman escaping sexual slavery through jewelry making. Her ministry blows my mind. www.wonderfullymadejewelry.com
So Sunday, Dominika and I set up to visit Buckingham Palace. There are actually many components of the palace... the horse stables, The Queen's Gallery, and then the Palace itself. It was all breathtaking... and again astounding to think of all the important people who've walked those halls. I wish we could have taken pictures, but they weren't allowed. None the less, we breathed in every bit and tried to take mental pictures. I remember most ALL the different china sets! Very cool.
After leaving the palace, we strolled out through the grounds and just sat to chat for a bit. We met these lovely two older women who we ended up talking to for about a half an hour. For whatever reason, I've spent the majority of my time with my American team. It was a treat to chat with these English women and hear all about their lives and travels as they asked us about theres.
It was a more low key weekend than some of my others, but a great one it was.
Saturday was my tour of Parliament. It was full of deep history... and it was so cool to hear the details of how English lawmaking occurs. Its not entirely dissimilar from the US, but there are some very special traditional ceremonies that mark the start of the season and session. Acts of the Queen, special gavels and other instruments, and how they vote. And each story of what occurred on those premises, such as the hanging of William Wallace (Braveheart). Fascinating.
One of the most memorable parts of this day however, was at the end, where there was a special exposition around the abolishment of the English slave trade. The actual document William Wilberforce submitted to Parliament was there in a casing. The stories, the pictures, were all very moving. And the fact that slavery still exists in many areas of the world today, is terrifying. I have a friend working in Thailand helping to rehabilitate woman escaping sexual slavery through jewelry making. Her ministry blows my mind. www.wonderfullymadejewelry.com
So Sunday, Dominika and I set up to visit Buckingham Palace. There are actually many components of the palace... the horse stables, The Queen's Gallery, and then the Palace itself. It was all breathtaking... and again astounding to think of all the important people who've walked those halls. I wish we could have taken pictures, but they weren't allowed. None the less, we breathed in every bit and tried to take mental pictures. I remember most ALL the different china sets! Very cool.
After leaving the palace, we strolled out through the grounds and just sat to chat for a bit. We met these lovely two older women who we ended up talking to for about a half an hour. For whatever reason, I've spent the majority of my time with my American team. It was a treat to chat with these English women and hear all about their lives and travels as they asked us about theres.
It was a more low key weekend than some of my others, but a great one it was.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Catching Up Apologises, Sept and Oct Overview
So... its the end of October and I just logged in to notice that I haven't written since the end of August. Dreadful! Many apologises.
Here's the overview of the last two months and then I'll start writing details.
The end of August I returned to the US for a week long holiday in the Outer Banks. Had a delightful time at Matt's house with Matt, Anne, Jennifer, Brian, Julia, and later in the trip, the Chius. Much relaxation, good food and drink, and the best darn whether you could EVER imagine. I'd planned to go back late Tues or Wed, but ended up staying with the Chius and the Coelhos (and the pups!) until Thursday. Then it was a few more days of catching up with friends, doing things around the house, and repacking for what I thought would be my last trip to London.
Mid-way through my month long stay in the UK, I took at break to go to Spain and meet up with Jennifer and my parents. Jennifer and I spent two days in Madrid and then caught up with my parents in Cordoba to see Cordoba and Sevilla. It was wonderful. We saw sooo much. Lots of pics. And lots of recovery needed after.
I returned to the UK and packed up my flat. I had a lot of mixed emotions. For many weeks, work had been going back and forth on whether I would be done in Sept or would be continuing. And that's after three weeks of crazy stress renewing my work visa, whether I'd be there or not. Augh. As of two days before I was to leave, still no word. I packed up (most of the US contingent had already gone home).
Of course though, things change like the wind around here. The day before I left I was asked to return in a week and the morning I left (though not until I was at the airport) I found out I'd even be in the same flat. Well.. it was still good to purge all the stuff I had in the UK. I truly had moved in!
I returned Oct 14th for a quick week of work, but planned to fly back home Friday as Kate (my sis) and her fam were coming to town. It took me 23 hours to get there (tell you that story later!) but I made it and had a truly delightful trip home. We went to the zoo on Saturday and the Shennandoah Balloon and Wine Festival with the Chius and some others on Sunday. Perfect weekend.
Now I'm back in the UK. Worked hard this week, but had a fun night out with some coworkers Thursday night. Saturday went to Windsor. Today... just relaxed and then church. I'm again the only American here, but that's fine. It was very nice to catch up on the last two months.... which were filled w/good fun, but very little rest.
Here's the overview of the last two months and then I'll start writing details.
The end of August I returned to the US for a week long holiday in the Outer Banks. Had a delightful time at Matt's house with Matt, Anne, Jennifer, Brian, Julia, and later in the trip, the Chius. Much relaxation, good food and drink, and the best darn whether you could EVER imagine. I'd planned to go back late Tues or Wed, but ended up staying with the Chius and the Coelhos (and the pups!) until Thursday. Then it was a few more days of catching up with friends, doing things around the house, and repacking for what I thought would be my last trip to London.
Mid-way through my month long stay in the UK, I took at break to go to Spain and meet up with Jennifer and my parents. Jennifer and I spent two days in Madrid and then caught up with my parents in Cordoba to see Cordoba and Sevilla. It was wonderful. We saw sooo much. Lots of pics. And lots of recovery needed after.
I returned to the UK and packed up my flat. I had a lot of mixed emotions. For many weeks, work had been going back and forth on whether I would be done in Sept or would be continuing. And that's after three weeks of crazy stress renewing my work visa, whether I'd be there or not. Augh. As of two days before I was to leave, still no word. I packed up (most of the US contingent had already gone home).
Of course though, things change like the wind around here. The day before I left I was asked to return in a week and the morning I left (though not until I was at the airport) I found out I'd even be in the same flat. Well.. it was still good to purge all the stuff I had in the UK. I truly had moved in!
I returned Oct 14th for a quick week of work, but planned to fly back home Friday as Kate (my sis) and her fam were coming to town. It took me 23 hours to get there (tell you that story later!) but I made it and had a truly delightful trip home. We went to the zoo on Saturday and the Shennandoah Balloon and Wine Festival with the Chius and some others on Sunday. Perfect weekend.
Now I'm back in the UK. Worked hard this week, but had a fun night out with some coworkers Thursday night. Saturday went to Windsor. Today... just relaxed and then church. I'm again the only American here, but that's fine. It was very nice to catch up on the last two months.... which were filled w/good fun, but very little rest.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Paignton: Aug 24-26
This weekend we decided we must enjoy summer as the Brits do and headed southwest to the Devon area. We have a BearingPoint coworker who owns a B&B in Paignton, a block from the beach, so four of us girls went to his place for a brief holiday. The train ride was an experience, as it turns out its Bank Holiday weekend (like our Labor Day). Everyone and their cousin seemed to be heading south. Two of my coworkers, on a later train than I, had the privilege (ha, ha) of riding in the luggage compartment. Oh, my.
The weather could not have been more brilliant. Unlike London (cold and rainy lately is the norm) we were brought to clear skies where warmth had returned. My first thought upon arrival was – “Check this out! It really is summer! Even in England!”
Since I arrived earlier, I got the opportunity to spend time with our host’s family and then go for a sunset stroll on the beach. It was truly beautiful there with the beach, cliffs and gorgeous homes. The shore was like being in Newport, but with a quaint fishing village on the end. I sat on a bench and just stared at the ocean, my peaceful place. No matter what is going on, I’m always content by the ocean. When my coworkers arrived it was quite late so we turned in early to ready ourselves for the next day.
We started the next day with a gorgeous English breakfast and a stroll around town. The town was a bit more Ocean City, but it was fine. We spent about an hour there before heading to the beach, where we’d spend the majority of the day. Ah… sun….
Around 1PM we took a break to check out some more shore scenery. You could get all sorts of yummies on the boardwalk from fresh mussels and squid to homemade donuts that were kinda like funnel cake. We had lunch of a traditional fish and chips.
We spent the rest of the day by the water, jumping in it at times. It was quite cold, but heck, I’m from New England, so I’m tough, ha, ha. It was truly relaxing, all of it, and I desperately needed it after all the churn I’ve continued to feel in life lately. I’m so thankful that God keeps meeting me and calming me, and yet, I still live in that wound up place more than I’d like. Working on it. Three weekends in a row, at three different beaches, in three different countries is a good start though. : ) We all need to know where that peaceful place is for us, that place we are serene and recharge. For me, it will always be by the water. Fun fact – though each beach was so separate, they not only share an ocean, but in some regard, all face each other. Kinda wild.
Dinner was at a lovely Oceanside restaurant. After we went out to the deck bar and just gabbed for quite some time. It was different though than conversations I’d ever shared with these women; we all were really opening up and talking from our hearts… our angst, our fears, our recent joys and accomplishments. It was good. I kept thinking that one thing that bummed me out in Portugal was not having the opportunity to just be with friends, sipping wine by the Oceanside. I got my wish… just a week later. : )
I felt so blessed by this time with these ladies… and yet they shared with me how much they appreciated me which of course blessed me more. Two of them are more than 10 years younger than me and if you remember your 20’s (those of you through), they can hold even more uncertainty than we’re feeling now in our 30’s. It was just good to talk with them. Authenticity wins again. I’m always so worried that I’m too open and too emotional, yet again, that continues to be what makes me real and approachable. Hmmm… I think too, it was good to have each other to talk about the trials of being an expat (one living overseas). There’s such uniqueness in what we’re doing and I’m not alone in some of the confusion and uneasiness.
Sidebar and some random thoughts –
It had been a good week, sharing with many others in similar places in life as me. Tuesday I had dinner with Kathy Baxter and we shared the awkwardness it feels to not really know where home is, where you fit in, to which country or culture one really belongs. Its something I’m not sure one can understand unless you’ve been here before. The back and forth makes it even stranger. For this reason, I’ve been trying to stay in Europe more lately and DC less. If I’m to be in Europe, I should be in Europe. God wants me here to teach me and grow me and I want to learn.
Wednesday I went to All Souls to bible study and sat at a table with representation from all over the globe. We too talked about the blessing of having this opportunity, but the odd emotions that often accompany it. But then Thursday, I had dinner and watched a movie with some coworkers. I look back on the week and it’s a week that feels more like normal life than any thus far. That same night though, I got a scare when I rec’d an email stating I might be done as early as Sept. 15th. I realized maybe I’m not ready for that. I good friend said, “Well, maybe you’ve learned and done what you were meant to, and now its time to come home.” There may be some truth in that, yet I was relieved when I found I had at least a few weeks beyond Sept 15th. Really has made me think though. Coming home will not be what I might expect, or even what any of you might expect for me. DC isn’t home any more. Home is different. I’m different. Others are different. It will be starting over and rebuilding, not just slipping back in. Time does not stand still and I need to prepare myself for that. Kathy gave me a great book. It’s called The Art of Coming Home. It postulates that the reverse culture shock of returning to what one once considered home is far more traumatic than adjusting to the new culture ever was. Not to mention, we return to find so many of the problems and pains that we’d escaped by going overseas, are right where we left them and must be dealt with. I have a lot I need to deal with back in the States. I need to not only enjoy my last few weeks here, but really begin to prepare my heart and mind for a transition back to the States.
Anyway… back to Paignton…
We had a wonderful night of laughing and bonding and sharing stresses and encouraging one another. It was a very good night. Another night that in fact makes all this madness so very worth it.
Today (Sunday), we returned to the beach to try to relax for a few more hours. The realities of the world and our crazy lives had begun to creep back in, yet we very much enjoyed sitting in our little chairs, staring at sailboats slip by and children playing. We soaked as much back in as possible… and headed for the train station.
Hope to be back in time for church tonight. It will be good.
Not as many pics from this trip… but here you go!
The weather could not have been more brilliant. Unlike London (cold and rainy lately is the norm) we were brought to clear skies where warmth had returned. My first thought upon arrival was – “Check this out! It really is summer! Even in England!”
Since I arrived earlier, I got the opportunity to spend time with our host’s family and then go for a sunset stroll on the beach. It was truly beautiful there with the beach, cliffs and gorgeous homes. The shore was like being in Newport, but with a quaint fishing village on the end. I sat on a bench and just stared at the ocean, my peaceful place. No matter what is going on, I’m always content by the ocean. When my coworkers arrived it was quite late so we turned in early to ready ourselves for the next day.
We started the next day with a gorgeous English breakfast and a stroll around town. The town was a bit more Ocean City, but it was fine. We spent about an hour there before heading to the beach, where we’d spend the majority of the day. Ah… sun….
Around 1PM we took a break to check out some more shore scenery. You could get all sorts of yummies on the boardwalk from fresh mussels and squid to homemade donuts that were kinda like funnel cake. We had lunch of a traditional fish and chips.
We spent the rest of the day by the water, jumping in it at times. It was quite cold, but heck, I’m from New England, so I’m tough, ha, ha. It was truly relaxing, all of it, and I desperately needed it after all the churn I’ve continued to feel in life lately. I’m so thankful that God keeps meeting me and calming me, and yet, I still live in that wound up place more than I’d like. Working on it. Three weekends in a row, at three different beaches, in three different countries is a good start though. : ) We all need to know where that peaceful place is for us, that place we are serene and recharge. For me, it will always be by the water. Fun fact – though each beach was so separate, they not only share an ocean, but in some regard, all face each other. Kinda wild.
Dinner was at a lovely Oceanside restaurant. After we went out to the deck bar and just gabbed for quite some time. It was different though than conversations I’d ever shared with these women; we all were really opening up and talking from our hearts… our angst, our fears, our recent joys and accomplishments. It was good. I kept thinking that one thing that bummed me out in Portugal was not having the opportunity to just be with friends, sipping wine by the Oceanside. I got my wish… just a week later. : )
I felt so blessed by this time with these ladies… and yet they shared with me how much they appreciated me which of course blessed me more. Two of them are more than 10 years younger than me and if you remember your 20’s (those of you through), they can hold even more uncertainty than we’re feeling now in our 30’s. It was just good to talk with them. Authenticity wins again. I’m always so worried that I’m too open and too emotional, yet again, that continues to be what makes me real and approachable. Hmmm… I think too, it was good to have each other to talk about the trials of being an expat (one living overseas). There’s such uniqueness in what we’re doing and I’m not alone in some of the confusion and uneasiness.
Sidebar and some random thoughts –
It had been a good week, sharing with many others in similar places in life as me. Tuesday I had dinner with Kathy Baxter and we shared the awkwardness it feels to not really know where home is, where you fit in, to which country or culture one really belongs. Its something I’m not sure one can understand unless you’ve been here before. The back and forth makes it even stranger. For this reason, I’ve been trying to stay in Europe more lately and DC less. If I’m to be in Europe, I should be in Europe. God wants me here to teach me and grow me and I want to learn.
Wednesday I went to All Souls to bible study and sat at a table with representation from all over the globe. We too talked about the blessing of having this opportunity, but the odd emotions that often accompany it. But then Thursday, I had dinner and watched a movie with some coworkers. I look back on the week and it’s a week that feels more like normal life than any thus far. That same night though, I got a scare when I rec’d an email stating I might be done as early as Sept. 15th. I realized maybe I’m not ready for that. I good friend said, “Well, maybe you’ve learned and done what you were meant to, and now its time to come home.” There may be some truth in that, yet I was relieved when I found I had at least a few weeks beyond Sept 15th. Really has made me think though. Coming home will not be what I might expect, or even what any of you might expect for me. DC isn’t home any more. Home is different. I’m different. Others are different. It will be starting over and rebuilding, not just slipping back in. Time does not stand still and I need to prepare myself for that. Kathy gave me a great book. It’s called The Art of Coming Home. It postulates that the reverse culture shock of returning to what one once considered home is far more traumatic than adjusting to the new culture ever was. Not to mention, we return to find so many of the problems and pains that we’d escaped by going overseas, are right where we left them and must be dealt with. I have a lot I need to deal with back in the States. I need to not only enjoy my last few weeks here, but really begin to prepare my heart and mind for a transition back to the States.
Anyway… back to Paignton…
We had a wonderful night of laughing and bonding and sharing stresses and encouraging one another. It was a very good night. Another night that in fact makes all this madness so very worth it.
Today (Sunday), we returned to the beach to try to relax for a few more hours. The realities of the world and our crazy lives had begun to creep back in, yet we very much enjoyed sitting in our little chairs, staring at sailboats slip by and children playing. We soaked as much back in as possible… and headed for the train station.
Hope to be back in time for church tonight. It will be good.
Not as many pics from this trip… but here you go!
Portugal: Aug 15-19
This one is hard to write about, because I’m trying to sum up about 30 pages of paper journal notes into one brief blog. Portugal was amazing. Nothing I ever expected, but exactly what I needed. I originally through I’d be with friends, but I ended up on my own. That initially created some anxiety, but ended up delivering an amazing adventure, mixed with great relaxation, and beautifully orchestrated moments with God. I’ll give you highlights of what I did and some thoughts here, but if you want to know the grand details, stay tuned for other MySpace blogs (on what God taught me in Portugal) or schedule some time to chat next time I’m in the US. God is so good and he was ALL over every moment of every day of this trip. It was awe inspiring.
My flight was delayed which was a bit frustrating, as Leonard told me he was on his way to Lisbon to meet me for dinner. I was fortunate though that through a serious of God things, I ended up flying business class. So though the delay was exasperating, I got the joy of sitting in the executive lounge and journally. Got was teaching me about trusting him and going with the flow... and fortunately I was learning without throwing into a full on panic, as things were further delayed. Eventually though, we were off.
I had been fortunate to find a great little hotel about a 20 minute walk from city center(no frills so inexpensive, but fine). I got in too late to see Leonard, but we made plans for breakfast the next morning.
So I started Day One with breakfast with Leonard. Fortunately he knows the language so it helps me feel a bit less lost. We met this little elderly lady who was sitting alone sipping coffee. Leonard began to chat with her in Portugese. Turned out she'd just lost her husband. So sad. She was so sweet though and grateful for our kindness so it added to the pleasant morning.
From there, we headed to the airport to pick up Amy and Melissa. They would be heading up with Leonard to the north and then back down to Morocco and Spain later in the week. Short as it was, it was good to see them and helped me to continue to gain my Portugal “sea legs”. I knew I wouldn’t have much time with any of them, but I prayed God would even give me a short bit with them just to easy by anxiety of traveling alone and get my off on the right foot. God provided and it really helped.
They dropped me back at my hotel and my adventure began. Courtesy of Rick Steves (awesome travel books!), I had great tips on how to spend my day, so I began to be filled with confidence and excitement. I walked into the center of town and explored. Walked through the Baixa down to Comercio Square on the water. Neat place. I sat there for a bit, people watched and journaled some more. Visually followed a trolley and figured out how to get up the Alfama, an amazing section of Lisbon up high on a hill.
The windy hills up to the Alfama by trolley made me think of San Francisco, as oddly so did the view up top, as I looked out onto the bay and the wide expanse of bridge crossing it. The city looked so peaceful from up there… the amazing history mixed with bustling commercial area. The Alfama is full of quant neighborhoods, truly Portuguese, that I wandered through to make my way up to the castle.
I entered Castel de S. Jorges to this brilliant overlook area. It was gorgeous! I took many more pictures and sat down again to journal and people watch. There was a lot to see, but I’d promised my self, that in the interest of needing this time to think and wind down from the stress of the past many weeks, that I’d take it slow and do a lot of just sitting. So I stuck with the plan. I spent about a half hour just chilling there before I met these two (beautiful!!) guys from Vancouver. They asked me to take their picture and we started chatting. They asked if I’d seen the castle yet. I said no, thinking S. Jorges to be more view than castle. They went to explore and I followed about 20 minutes later.
Man! Was I wrong! The castle was amazing. Very cool. I wandered all around, climbing, exploring, taking pictures. I ran into my Vancouver friends again and we laughed together about my silly comment. I spent a bit more time up there before heading down to see the rest of Lisbon.
There were so many nooks and crannies to see and plenty to take picture of. I explored all over town. Monuments, shopping areas, old churches. As it moved into evening, I prayed for a good place for dinner. I hate eating alone so I just hoped the right place would jump out. Just then this little waiter comes up to me to show me a menu. The place was perfect. I had a delightful evening and Nu-nu took very good care of me. I went home content and pleased. My first day had been wonderful. I occurred to me that I felt truly happy.
Day two began with a trip out to Belem. Belem is another section about 3 miles from the center of town. I visited a monetary and two incredible monuments. Check out pics to see these amazing places. And I can’t forget the amazing custards! They have these incredible little custard tarts… like nothing you’ve ever tried!
I spent most of the morning and early afternoon there, before heading out to Estoril, this wonderful beach. Ah… beach. I desperately needed some sun and beach. London had been so dreary lately in every way; we’d almost forgotten it was summer. And the beach always has this wonderful calming affect on me. It was a perfect afternoon.
Just as I was beginning to feel a bit lonely, I met Alicia and her boyfriend, fellow North Americans working in Europe, but on a brief holiday. It was a joy to chat with them as if we were kindred spirits or friends who’ve known each other forever. That’s part of the joy of traveling, the people you meet. You have this camaraderie, b/c you’re doing a lot of the same things, feeling a lot of same things, and all on this great adventure. It’s like you instantly understand each other, when those at home don’t always get it. No offense of course… but its such a different life, the good and the bad, then unless one has been here, its hard to understand. So chats with fellow travelers are not only fun and wonderful, but refreshing too… b/c they help you feel a bit less crazy and alone. I mean, Europe is wonderful, no arguments to that. But working overseas isn’t always the glamour people think. It can be hard and you get lonely and tired… but then feel guilty about that b/c you should be having the time of your life. Its just tricky some times.
Anyway… They took off, I spent about another hour or so, and then back into Lisbon for an interesting meal. The food was great and a met a few more really cool Americans traveling around. But it was good I had their companionship or the rest of the night would have been a bit scarier. To this day, we don’t really know what was happening, but a woman at the table next to us was having some medical emergency and just kept shrieking and screaming in agony. We had no idea what to do, especially as we were in the middle of our meal… but together, the four of us tried to make the best of it. Weird night. I took a bit of a stroll and then off to bed.
Day three started a bit earlier b/c I had to catch a train to Sintra. Sintra is up in the mountains about an hour or so away and another amazing place of sites to see. I saw two very cool palaces, the National Palace and Palacio de Pena, both World Heritage sites There was a castle up there too, but I didn’t have enough time, and having living in Ireland and now England for the second time, I’ve had no shortage of castles in my life. And of course the view was spectacular. They say they were build up there b/c they were the closest points to the gods and the commoners could always look up and see who was in charge of the land. Hmmm…
Anyway… Then I caught a bus. Well, cabs and buses in Portugal are a bit of an adventure. They are not for those who get car sick! Oh my! I took this bus out to the most westward point of all of Europe, Caba de Roca. Pretty cool. Then I continued to Cascais, another delightful beach town, where I’d spend the remainder of the day on the beach, before strolling the quaint resort village. As the sun began to set, I followed a long train of people heading around the peninsula to the west side for the sun set. “The Place of the Sun” as its called (well… in Portuguese, but I don’t remember what it is). I sat on a rock and journaled until it was time for some of the most remarkable pictures of my trip. I’ve seen better sunsets… but heck, I was in Portugal! All this, realizing again, that I was really truly utterly content and happy. Hmmm… strange… very cool.
I walked back into town for a lovely little dinner and chat with an Irish couple and then jumped back on the train back to Lisbon. It was my last night, so I took a quick stroll to see all the monuments lit up so delightfully and then off to bed.
The next morning I stayed close to home, b/c I was flying in the afternoon. I had back down to city center to do some last minute shopping, picture taking, journaling and trolling. Went back to the Baixa, down to Comercio. Got into a great conversation with a Canadian couple, on their first ever trip out of Canada. I just felt led to approach them when I heard them speaking English and stumbling with a map. They’d just arrived that morning and were trying to get their bearings… a little uneasy. Ah… me, three days earlier. I think they were blessed by my welcome and it was good to once again have someone for me to chat with. Traveling alone can be cool… but I’m thankful for each person I met and chatted with, as it kept me from losing my mind!
So it was back to the hotel to grab my belongings and then to the airport. My flight was significantly delayed… AGAIN. But I was in Business Class… so off to the lounge for some treats and journal time. Good stuff.
I can’t even share with you all God taught through this experience but it was amazing. I feel like I’ve regained a contentment, a trust in him, a confidence and appropriately sense of myself… that I hadn’t had in some time. Now wrapping this up in the Outer Banks two weeks later, there is still a neat peace about me, where things just don’t throw me like they did a month ago. God supplied for all my needs then, in a hundred and one miraculous ways… and he continues to supply them now. I have nothing to fear.
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My flight was delayed which was a bit frustrating, as Leonard told me he was on his way to Lisbon to meet me for dinner. I was fortunate though that through a serious of God things, I ended up flying business class. So though the delay was exasperating, I got the joy of sitting in the executive lounge and journally. Got was teaching me about trusting him and going with the flow... and fortunately I was learning without throwing into a full on panic, as things were further delayed. Eventually though, we were off.
I had been fortunate to find a great little hotel about a 20 minute walk from city center(no frills so inexpensive, but fine). I got in too late to see Leonard, but we made plans for breakfast the next morning.
So I started Day One with breakfast with Leonard. Fortunately he knows the language so it helps me feel a bit less lost. We met this little elderly lady who was sitting alone sipping coffee. Leonard began to chat with her in Portugese. Turned out she'd just lost her husband. So sad. She was so sweet though and grateful for our kindness so it added to the pleasant morning.
From there, we headed to the airport to pick up Amy and Melissa. They would be heading up with Leonard to the north and then back down to Morocco and Spain later in the week. Short as it was, it was good to see them and helped me to continue to gain my Portugal “sea legs”. I knew I wouldn’t have much time with any of them, but I prayed God would even give me a short bit with them just to easy by anxiety of traveling alone and get my off on the right foot. God provided and it really helped.
They dropped me back at my hotel and my adventure began. Courtesy of Rick Steves (awesome travel books!), I had great tips on how to spend my day, so I began to be filled with confidence and excitement. I walked into the center of town and explored. Walked through the Baixa down to Comercio Square on the water. Neat place. I sat there for a bit, people watched and journaled some more. Visually followed a trolley and figured out how to get up the Alfama, an amazing section of Lisbon up high on a hill.
The windy hills up to the Alfama by trolley made me think of San Francisco, as oddly so did the view up top, as I looked out onto the bay and the wide expanse of bridge crossing it. The city looked so peaceful from up there… the amazing history mixed with bustling commercial area. The Alfama is full of quant neighborhoods, truly Portuguese, that I wandered through to make my way up to the castle.
I entered Castel de S. Jorges to this brilliant overlook area. It was gorgeous! I took many more pictures and sat down again to journal and people watch. There was a lot to see, but I’d promised my self, that in the interest of needing this time to think and wind down from the stress of the past many weeks, that I’d take it slow and do a lot of just sitting. So I stuck with the plan. I spent about a half hour just chilling there before I met these two (beautiful!!) guys from Vancouver. They asked me to take their picture and we started chatting. They asked if I’d seen the castle yet. I said no, thinking S. Jorges to be more view than castle. They went to explore and I followed about 20 minutes later.
Man! Was I wrong! The castle was amazing. Very cool. I wandered all around, climbing, exploring, taking pictures. I ran into my Vancouver friends again and we laughed together about my silly comment. I spent a bit more time up there before heading down to see the rest of Lisbon.
There were so many nooks and crannies to see and plenty to take picture of. I explored all over town. Monuments, shopping areas, old churches. As it moved into evening, I prayed for a good place for dinner. I hate eating alone so I just hoped the right place would jump out. Just then this little waiter comes up to me to show me a menu. The place was perfect. I had a delightful evening and Nu-nu took very good care of me. I went home content and pleased. My first day had been wonderful. I occurred to me that I felt truly happy.
Day two began with a trip out to Belem. Belem is another section about 3 miles from the center of town. I visited a monetary and two incredible monuments. Check out pics to see these amazing places. And I can’t forget the amazing custards! They have these incredible little custard tarts… like nothing you’ve ever tried!
I spent most of the morning and early afternoon there, before heading out to Estoril, this wonderful beach. Ah… beach. I desperately needed some sun and beach. London had been so dreary lately in every way; we’d almost forgotten it was summer. And the beach always has this wonderful calming affect on me. It was a perfect afternoon.
Just as I was beginning to feel a bit lonely, I met Alicia and her boyfriend, fellow North Americans working in Europe, but on a brief holiday. It was a joy to chat with them as if we were kindred spirits or friends who’ve known each other forever. That’s part of the joy of traveling, the people you meet. You have this camaraderie, b/c you’re doing a lot of the same things, feeling a lot of same things, and all on this great adventure. It’s like you instantly understand each other, when those at home don’t always get it. No offense of course… but its such a different life, the good and the bad, then unless one has been here, its hard to understand. So chats with fellow travelers are not only fun and wonderful, but refreshing too… b/c they help you feel a bit less crazy and alone. I mean, Europe is wonderful, no arguments to that. But working overseas isn’t always the glamour people think. It can be hard and you get lonely and tired… but then feel guilty about that b/c you should be having the time of your life. Its just tricky some times.
Anyway… They took off, I spent about another hour or so, and then back into Lisbon for an interesting meal. The food was great and a met a few more really cool Americans traveling around. But it was good I had their companionship or the rest of the night would have been a bit scarier. To this day, we don’t really know what was happening, but a woman at the table next to us was having some medical emergency and just kept shrieking and screaming in agony. We had no idea what to do, especially as we were in the middle of our meal… but together, the four of us tried to make the best of it. Weird night. I took a bit of a stroll and then off to bed.
Day three started a bit earlier b/c I had to catch a train to Sintra. Sintra is up in the mountains about an hour or so away and another amazing place of sites to see. I saw two very cool palaces, the National Palace and Palacio de Pena, both World Heritage sites There was a castle up there too, but I didn’t have enough time, and having living in Ireland and now England for the second time, I’ve had no shortage of castles in my life. And of course the view was spectacular. They say they were build up there b/c they were the closest points to the gods and the commoners could always look up and see who was in charge of the land. Hmmm…
Anyway… Then I caught a bus. Well, cabs and buses in Portugal are a bit of an adventure. They are not for those who get car sick! Oh my! I took this bus out to the most westward point of all of Europe, Caba de Roca. Pretty cool. Then I continued to Cascais, another delightful beach town, where I’d spend the remainder of the day on the beach, before strolling the quaint resort village. As the sun began to set, I followed a long train of people heading around the peninsula to the west side for the sun set. “The Place of the Sun” as its called (well… in Portuguese, but I don’t remember what it is). I sat on a rock and journaled until it was time for some of the most remarkable pictures of my trip. I’ve seen better sunsets… but heck, I was in Portugal! All this, realizing again, that I was really truly utterly content and happy. Hmmm… strange… very cool.
I walked back into town for a lovely little dinner and chat with an Irish couple and then jumped back on the train back to Lisbon. It was my last night, so I took a quick stroll to see all the monuments lit up so delightfully and then off to bed.
The next morning I stayed close to home, b/c I was flying in the afternoon. I had back down to city center to do some last minute shopping, picture taking, journaling and trolling. Went back to the Baixa, down to Comercio. Got into a great conversation with a Canadian couple, on their first ever trip out of Canada. I just felt led to approach them when I heard them speaking English and stumbling with a map. They’d just arrived that morning and were trying to get their bearings… a little uneasy. Ah… me, three days earlier. I think they were blessed by my welcome and it was good to once again have someone for me to chat with. Traveling alone can be cool… but I’m thankful for each person I met and chatted with, as it kept me from losing my mind!
So it was back to the hotel to grab my belongings and then to the airport. My flight was significantly delayed… AGAIN. But I was in Business Class… so off to the lounge for some treats and journal time. Good stuff.
I can’t even share with you all God taught through this experience but it was amazing. I feel like I’ve regained a contentment, a trust in him, a confidence and appropriately sense of myself… that I hadn’t had in some time. Now wrapping this up in the Outer Banks two weeks later, there is still a neat peace about me, where things just don’t throw me like they did a month ago. God supplied for all my needs then, in a hundred and one miraculous ways… and he continues to supply them now. I have nothing to fear.
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Chelsea Football! Aug 14
What a sweet treat this was! Seems BearingPoint has season tickets to Chelsea football matches (soccer). Brian somehow acquired the tickets for the Birgmingham City game and invited us girls. What a fantastic time!
I can't say I ever considered myself a soccer fan before, but this match was truly a blast! What energy! Cheering, shouting, dancing... almost like being back at Penn State. We just smiled ear to ear with glee. You'd think we'd been Chelsea fans forever b/c with each score, we'd leap from our seat to cheer and with each miss, huge growns of disappointment. Its a quick moving game. Lots of action. These guys are sooooo good!
In the end it was Chelsea to win it. Wow what a day. We didn't want to leave the grounds as the partying went on... but we head back into the City to enjoy the rest of the evening. It was a fantastic opportunity and truly British!
I can't say I ever considered myself a soccer fan before, but this match was truly a blast! What energy! Cheering, shouting, dancing... almost like being back at Penn State. We just smiled ear to ear with glee. You'd think we'd been Chelsea fans forever b/c with each score, we'd leap from our seat to cheer and with each miss, huge growns of disappointment. Its a quick moving game. Lots of action. These guys are sooooo good!
In the end it was Chelsea to win it. Wow what a day. We didn't want to leave the grounds as the partying went on... but we head back into the City to enjoy the rest of the evening. It was a fantastic opportunity and truly British!
Keeping it Local - Aug 13
This weekend I decided to stay in town... and yet, I wanted some type of adventure or to see something new. I'd been meaning for some time to catch up with Kathy Baxter (Fred Marsh's sister) so we decided to visit Hampton Court, one of the royal palaces, for the day. http://www.hrp.org.uk/HamptonCourtPalace/
The day was gorgeous and Kathy and I had a delightful time. I arrived a bit before her so sat at a small cafe to have breakfast while I waited. We then set out for the palace and took a delightful tour full of history. We heard all about Henry the VIII and learned more about his first few wives and the succession of his thrown. Interesting. After the tour we continued to explore, visiting the chapel, the massive kitchen, and some other bits.
Being as beautiful as it was outside though, we spent the majority of our time in the gardens. Wonderful gardens, including the world's oldest and largest grapvine, still producing vibrant grapes each year. You can't even believe this creature until you see it. Anywho... Kathy and I just walked and walked around all the various gardens and shared stories of what's going on in each of our lives. It was very encouraging to me to get time with Kathy, as she knows better than most what its like to try to live on two continents and start to wonder where home is. Kathy's originally from California. Several years ago she set out to Bosnia to be an missionary (spent five years there), then spent a year in Wales, before getting married and moving to London just under a year ago.
Its seems like we talked about everything under the sun, so much so that we got lost and trapped! We went to check out this other area and got ourselves locked off the grounds, outside a gate, in the middle of a field. It took us about an hour to work our way back to civilization! Ha, ha.
We concluded the day with a maze. Not too tough, but good fun. We joked that the day helped us both get over some odd fears, mine of mazes and her's of geese (longer story - had to do with getting lost in the field, ha, ha). In all seriousness though, it was the perfect day, an absolute gift, to help me relax after a very stressful week.
The day was not through though! I left Kathy to head back into town. Joined Milann and Alyssa for dinner at a Mexican place. It was actually pretty amusing. It was one of only two places to which my entire set of flatmates from London 14 years ago went togehter(we all worked in restaurants so it was hard to get us all out at the same time). I laughed at this realization (and the scarey memories attached).
We got back to the flats pretty early, so Milann went up and Brian came down to join us out at Smiths of Smithfield, a delightful relaxing pub. We just sat on this great leather couch sipping wine, chatting and listening to music until midnight before heading home to get some shut eye... and yet... turned out it wasn't time for bed!
For the sake of confidentiality, I'll keep this next part short... but I have to share. As I mentioned, the latter half of the week had been completely exasperating and anxiety ridden as I delt with visa issues. Earlier in the week I had some nice experiences (went to a very good bible study and much to my surprise ran into a friend of a friend). But late in the week was no good at all. I kept hearing God in my heart remind me to hang on and not get discouraged. He had something for me. I reached out to many friends for prayer... and it was delivered.
Getting to the story - I had a relative of a coworker stay with me for the weekend. She was a lot of fun, but the good part was when she noticed the card of the gentlemen I'd run into earlier in the week on the coffee table. He works for the church and she began to ask questions. Turns out she's a Christian but has really been wrestling the last couple of years with faith. She hasn't really had anyone to talk to about it. All this to say we ended up having an amazing conversation for two hours. It was most certainly God ordained. I certainly wish I would tell you more b/c the whole conversation was such a blessing and encouragement to both us... but I'm sure you can appreciate, why I can't. Just know that I'm smiling and God is very, very good... and very, very attentive.
Well... that's that for now!
The day was gorgeous and Kathy and I had a delightful time. I arrived a bit before her so sat at a small cafe to have breakfast while I waited. We then set out for the palace and took a delightful tour full of history. We heard all about Henry the VIII and learned more about his first few wives and the succession of his thrown. Interesting. After the tour we continued to explore, visiting the chapel, the massive kitchen, and some other bits.
Being as beautiful as it was outside though, we spent the majority of our time in the gardens. Wonderful gardens, including the world's oldest and largest grapvine, still producing vibrant grapes each year. You can't even believe this creature until you see it. Anywho... Kathy and I just walked and walked around all the various gardens and shared stories of what's going on in each of our lives. It was very encouraging to me to get time with Kathy, as she knows better than most what its like to try to live on two continents and start to wonder where home is. Kathy's originally from California. Several years ago she set out to Bosnia to be an missionary (spent five years there), then spent a year in Wales, before getting married and moving to London just under a year ago.
Its seems like we talked about everything under the sun, so much so that we got lost and trapped! We went to check out this other area and got ourselves locked off the grounds, outside a gate, in the middle of a field. It took us about an hour to work our way back to civilization! Ha, ha.
We concluded the day with a maze. Not too tough, but good fun. We joked that the day helped us both get over some odd fears, mine of mazes and her's of geese (longer story - had to do with getting lost in the field, ha, ha). In all seriousness though, it was the perfect day, an absolute gift, to help me relax after a very stressful week.
The day was not through though! I left Kathy to head back into town. Joined Milann and Alyssa for dinner at a Mexican place. It was actually pretty amusing. It was one of only two places to which my entire set of flatmates from London 14 years ago went togehter(we all worked in restaurants so it was hard to get us all out at the same time). I laughed at this realization (and the scarey memories attached).
We got back to the flats pretty early, so Milann went up and Brian came down to join us out at Smiths of Smithfield, a delightful relaxing pub. We just sat on this great leather couch sipping wine, chatting and listening to music until midnight before heading home to get some shut eye... and yet... turned out it wasn't time for bed!
For the sake of confidentiality, I'll keep this next part short... but I have to share. As I mentioned, the latter half of the week had been completely exasperating and anxiety ridden as I delt with visa issues. Earlier in the week I had some nice experiences (went to a very good bible study and much to my surprise ran into a friend of a friend). But late in the week was no good at all. I kept hearing God in my heart remind me to hang on and not get discouraged. He had something for me. I reached out to many friends for prayer... and it was delivered.
Getting to the story - I had a relative of a coworker stay with me for the weekend. She was a lot of fun, but the good part was when she noticed the card of the gentlemen I'd run into earlier in the week on the coffee table. He works for the church and she began to ask questions. Turns out she's a Christian but has really been wrestling the last couple of years with faith. She hasn't really had anyone to talk to about it. All this to say we ended up having an amazing conversation for two hours. It was most certainly God ordained. I certainly wish I would tell you more b/c the whole conversation was such a blessing and encouragement to both us... but I'm sure you can appreciate, why I can't. Just know that I'm smiling and God is very, very good... and very, very attentive.
Well... that's that for now!
A Visit to Philly and CT: Aug 4-8
Well, maybe its cheating to write about time at home in my UK blog, but when it comes to my neices, I break all the rules. I just can't help but tell you all about them. But.. before I got to CT, I had a great journey to Philadephia with a bunch of friends. I believe there were 40 of us in all!
My friend Steve led us around for the day. We ordered cheesesteaks at Gino's (and ordered properly!), did some shopping, saw all the historic sites, walked up the Rocky steps (by then it was just too hot and we were too tired to run, ha, ha), and finished the day at a Phillies game. It was all GREAT fun. Check out our pics below.
I stayed in Philly that night. Courtesy of too many Hilton miles, I had a free night and free breakfast in a delightful suite near the Liberty Bell. I only wish I'd had more time to really enjoy it! Fabulous hotel and couldn't believe they'd given me a suite! But... my babies were waiting. On to CT.
I'll let more pics show you our fun... but the next three days were filled with lots of wonderful times with my neices. Beaches, visits to Friendly's, cookouts, sandboxes... all sorts of good times. They're just amazing to me; I don't get nearly enough time with them. Its wild too to watch their personalities develop. They're very different, but both wonderful girls. Lexi is more quiee and often prefers to play alone. But she is just about the sweetest little creature I've ever met and a total cuddle bug. I hug from her can melt you. Evelyn is high energy and brilliant. She talks up a storm and is very independant. When she says my name with her big smile ("Auntie Anj!") that smile becomes instantly contagious. And they get along quite well. I could watch them for hours. By the way... did I mention I have a nephew on the way. He's due to join us in October and there's another little on on the way come January! (Different siblings of course, ha, ha)
Ok... enough of my chatting. Here they my two girls. More later!
My friend Steve led us around for the day. We ordered cheesesteaks at Gino's (and ordered properly!), did some shopping, saw all the historic sites, walked up the Rocky steps (by then it was just too hot and we were too tired to run, ha, ha), and finished the day at a Phillies game. It was all GREAT fun. Check out our pics below.
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I stayed in Philly that night. Courtesy of too many Hilton miles, I had a free night and free breakfast in a delightful suite near the Liberty Bell. I only wish I'd had more time to really enjoy it! Fabulous hotel and couldn't believe they'd given me a suite! But... my babies were waiting. On to CT.
I'll let more pics show you our fun... but the next three days were filled with lots of wonderful times with my neices. Beaches, visits to Friendly's, cookouts, sandboxes... all sorts of good times. They're just amazing to me; I don't get nearly enough time with them. Its wild too to watch their personalities develop. They're very different, but both wonderful girls. Lexi is more quiee and often prefers to play alone. But she is just about the sweetest little creature I've ever met and a total cuddle bug. I hug from her can melt you. Evelyn is high energy and brilliant. She talks up a storm and is very independant. When she says my name with her big smile ("Auntie Anj!") that smile becomes instantly contagious. And they get along quite well. I could watch them for hours. By the way... did I mention I have a nephew on the way. He's due to join us in October and there's another little on on the way come January! (Different siblings of course, ha, ha)
Ok... enough of my chatting. Here they my two girls. More later!
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Belgium! July 20-22
I’d thought about visiting Belgium for some time, but I don’t think I expected to enjoy it so much. Its one of those places you hear little about, so you don’t know what’s in store. With Jessica there though, it just seemed the right place to visit now, especially as the Eurostar makes it so easy.
I arrived on a Friday night and ducked right out to where Jess was staying. Had a lovely evening with her and two of her friends before an early turn it. We had a busy day planned the next day.
We started early to Brugge. Everyone had said it’s so wonderful, so we were eager for a full day there. It wasn’t long until our first chocolate shop and visits to lots of lace shops. Beautiful lace. We visited a church with a Michelangelo sculpture. It was incredibly moving, a statue of Mary holding Jesus as a toddler. We took a horse and carriage ride around town. We took a boat ride through town (its kinda like Venice). Saw lots of beautiful sites. The center of town is almost like a gingerbread village.
Returned to Brussels in the evening to meet up with some other of Jessica’s friends. Had a lovely dinner where I actually found a beer that I like! Strange, huh? So yum. Lace, beer, chocolate, waffles – Is this place cool or what? : ) After dinner we walked around Brussels. Lots of cool little shops. We hung out in the Grand Place. I love the Grand Place. It’s truly an amazing place. As the sun went to sleep, we went up to a park to see some fireworks. I love fireworks!
Jess and her friends went back where she’s staying but I opted to stay in a hotel in the center of Brussels, right near the Grand Place. It could not have been a more perfect location and a delightful little place. I went back to the Grand Place to just sit and people watch until 1AM. Met a nice guy from Spain. We chatted for a bit and then I went back to the hotel for some shut eye.
The next morning I walked around a bit, checking out a cathedral and then went on a formal tour all over Brussels. Good stuff. Then I had a delightful lunch of mussels (another Belgium specialty) and chips. Met up with Jess to stroll more about town, see some sites and do some last minute shopping before returning to London. Oh! And one last wonderful waffle!
It was good to get some time with Jessica. She’s at the point in her stay in Brussels where she’s happy to be there, but still getting adjusted and a little homesick. Goodness, I sure know how that feels. Being with her and having fun joking around was just a neat break, like a taste of home. Each time I get to experience Europe with a friend from home is a special blessing.
I’d chosen to go First Class on Eurostar. Great call. Travel at its most spoiled. Had a delightful ride home, just relaxing and savoring the great weekend I’d had.
Here’s pics!
I arrived on a Friday night and ducked right out to where Jess was staying. Had a lovely evening with her and two of her friends before an early turn it. We had a busy day planned the next day.
We started early to Brugge. Everyone had said it’s so wonderful, so we were eager for a full day there. It wasn’t long until our first chocolate shop and visits to lots of lace shops. Beautiful lace. We visited a church with a Michelangelo sculpture. It was incredibly moving, a statue of Mary holding Jesus as a toddler. We took a horse and carriage ride around town. We took a boat ride through town (its kinda like Venice). Saw lots of beautiful sites. The center of town is almost like a gingerbread village.
Returned to Brussels in the evening to meet up with some other of Jessica’s friends. Had a lovely dinner where I actually found a beer that I like! Strange, huh? So yum. Lace, beer, chocolate, waffles – Is this place cool or what? : ) After dinner we walked around Brussels. Lots of cool little shops. We hung out in the Grand Place. I love the Grand Place. It’s truly an amazing place. As the sun went to sleep, we went up to a park to see some fireworks. I love fireworks!
Jess and her friends went back where she’s staying but I opted to stay in a hotel in the center of Brussels, right near the Grand Place. It could not have been a more perfect location and a delightful little place. I went back to the Grand Place to just sit and people watch until 1AM. Met a nice guy from Spain. We chatted for a bit and then I went back to the hotel for some shut eye.
The next morning I walked around a bit, checking out a cathedral and then went on a formal tour all over Brussels. Good stuff. Then I had a delightful lunch of mussels (another Belgium specialty) and chips. Met up with Jess to stroll more about town, see some sites and do some last minute shopping before returning to London. Oh! And one last wonderful waffle!
It was good to get some time with Jessica. She’s at the point in her stay in Brussels where she’s happy to be there, but still getting adjusted and a little homesick. Goodness, I sure know how that feels. Being with her and having fun joking around was just a neat break, like a taste of home. Each time I get to experience Europe with a friend from home is a special blessing.
I’d chosen to go First Class on Eurostar. Great call. Travel at its most spoiled. Had a delightful ride home, just relaxing and savoring the great weekend I’d had.
Here’s pics!
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