Last blog from London

Sadly with all good things, our two year stay in London has come to an end.  The house is all packed

and boxes moved out of the house.    I remember seeing the Mews flat for the first time looking just like this when we did our housing tour two summers ago, almost exactly at this time.

We are moved into temporary housing nearby on Blythe Street so that Shea and Mei Mei can still walk to school.  Just even being a dozen blocks over from Astrop Mews, we have discovered some great new neighborhood pubs.   We had a lovely dinner of authentically thin crust pizzas at The Bird in Hand last night.

This is our last weekend in London so its been harried running errands, seeing friends and fitting in a last few Top 3 Things <to do on London before we leave>.  We hit my last one– dining at The Dove.  It wasn’t just dining at the pub, but specifically sitting on the upper landing of their gorgeous outdoor terrace.   It overlooks the Thames and on a gorgeous summer day (which it was) its a beautiful experience. 

Two weeks earlier, we had hit another one on my list, watching The Book of Mormon.  It was entertaining, but unfortunately my expectations were higher the play delivered.  Or maybe just not my kind of humor.  I followed that up my second ACL surgery and have been regaining strength since.  I’ll leave England on crutches.

It’s been a fabulous two years in London.  We’d do it over in a heartbeat.  Wonderful friends we’ve made, fantastic places we’ve explored.   An unforgettable chapter in our lives.  Thank you, London!

British Museum, an amazing collection

On Sunday we visited the British Museum, which is on my list of Top 3 things to do before leaving London. Astonishingly, it is ranked #1 on Trip Advisor of the 2,385 things in London, above the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, Westminster, Hyde Park. Once you are inside, however, I realized that maybe its ranking isn’t so astonishing.  The huge mansion (which originally was the home of the 1st Duke of Montagu) is gorgeous; my favourite is the huge open atrium added in 2011.

The museum is over 250 years old and is one of the largest collections recording civilization in existence.  It boasts the Rosetta Stone from Egypt, , the Elgin marbles from the Greek Acropolis and Parthenon, as well as antiquities from their old back yard, like this Welsh golden cape,   and Viking battle axes.

We knocked Matilda, the Musical off of Mei Mei’s Top 3 list, including her request to be seated in a balcony .  While the balcony is a great place to be seen by all the other theatergoers, the view is partially restricted. This is somewhat made up for as actors appeared in our balconies (Shea and I were seated in the balcony across from Tristan and Mei Mei) a few times to sing.  The play was surprisingly good.  Lots of talent in the cast of nearly all children.

Mei Mei was also privileged to perform in the Royal Albert Hall on Tuesday.  It was the Tri-borough music hub bringing together schoolchildren across West London, the Royal College of Music and the Aurora Orchestra performing Seven Seeds.

The interior of the hall was neat to see.  Pretty cool that this same venue hosts events from Cirque de Soleil to tennis championships.

 

We rode the new Routemaster bus with its unique curved rear staircase and rear entry/exit last weekend as well.  This was on Shea’s Top 3 list.

We have less than a month left in London.  Weekends as busy as we fit in all the things we don’t want to miss.  It’s a good thing my ACL rehab is going well, so that I can keep up with our hectic schedule.   I should have guessed that seeing FIFA’s official physiotherapy agency would mean getting top results.

British pub sign to call our own

Tristan has been keeping his eye on the retired pub signs sold by the Fuller Brewery company.  These are signs brought back for a 2nd life after hanging somewhere for ages welcoming visitors inside to raise a pint.  We finally found ours last weekend, purchasing The Ship Inn.  As with many things that are observed from a distance, this sign is a lot bigger than it looks.  It measures taller than me (not saying a lot) and probably weighs more than me (now that says something).   We’ll need a creative way to hang this in our Bellevue house given the weight.  We are envisioning it in the entry way as you walk in the door.   It’s been fun searching online to find the history of this sign.  So far, I haven’t found a match of this sign image and a pub in England.  Somewhere, somewhere, it’s out there. 

We left behind some other brilliant ones.  A near miss was The Churchill Arms.    Historically significant, and a pub sign that has the word, Arms in it, really says ‘British’ like nothing else.

For a rare date night last week, I walked over to the West End to try my hand at the lottery tickets for The Book of Mormon.  The walk over was, itself, fantastic.  It was a <rare> beautiful, warm sunny day in London.   I loved the sights I passed on my way– a mix of old, like this bookstore, Hatchard’s selling books since    1797 (geez, that’s almost as long as the US has been a nation; granted that’s a short yardstick to measure time by in the UK) amongst all the tourists already crowding the town.   The statue in front of Buckingham Palace was particularly gleaming in the sunshine.

For the Book of Mormon ticket lottery, it was a matter of entering my name to win the right to two tickets for 20 GBP a piece, rather than their normal 79-150 face value.    The odds looked good when I inserted my slip of paper, at the beginning of the 30min lottery window.  However, by the time of drawing, the crowd had swelled to over 100 hopefuls .  Naturally, I didn’t win.  Plan B, however, was dinner at Tristan and my favourite restaurant, Mr. Chow’s.  As a Chinese person who loves her authentic Chinese cuisine, it’s odd for me to say that this somewhat angelicized Chinese restaurant is excellent.  However, it is.  We’ve been coming to this location, in Knightsbridge, for over twenty years, together and separately with Tristan’s dad.  It’s overpriced,  but the food is delicious and the service is good.  I came away with having learned something new this time– the water brand served, Belu.  It donates 100% of its profits to WaterAid, which aims to provide clean water around the world.  Belu’s bottles are the first 100% carbon neutral water bottles in the world.  Very cool.

The Ansell family has begun ticking through our list of “Top things to do before we leave London”.  Mr. Chow’s was on Tristan’s list. Another one riding the Thames at high speed.  We rode the Thames RIB Experience on Sunday under beautiful blue skies and warm temperatures.  .  Rocking out to James Bond theme music while zooming past iconic sights  was pretty amazing.  I like seeing some of lesser known sights, like this old fish market.    Or this, the oldest pier on the London Thames. 

When walking through London afterwards, we passed this park where a high school band from Oklahoma was playing.  Made for such a nice ambiance for a Spring Sunday.

On Monday, I had ACL reconstruction on my left knee at The London Clinic.  Nice place.  It felt and was designed to resemble a hotel experience.  I was checked in by the receptionist.  The porter took me to my spacious private room.  Room service was ordered by dialing 2000.  And tea service was really nice.    Why am I not surprised that even a icky surgery can be turned into a pleasant experience in England?

Beach vacation, at last, in Mallorca

Tristan has been wanting to take a hot, beach vacation for awhile. So finally on our last half term break before heading back to the US, we made a pilgrimage to Mallorca.  Airbnb came through yet again with a rustic country house outside of Manacor on acres of land; with so much spaces we didn’t need to worry about neighbors being bothered by all the noises we make, as we do in our London flat.

Our only requirement when finding a house was that the house come with a pool. The house, a finca, didn’t have wifi (gasp!), and it was our gamble that the pool would make up for it.  It did.  The kids jumped in the pool first thing in the morning before breakfast, after coming back from our day’s excursions, and again after dinner.  Happily, the finca was also home to four cats (Mama and three kittens)  as surrogates for the two we left at home.

We found Mallorca to have a bit of a split personality.  There were parts which were massively overdeveloped for tourism.  Entire beach towns built cheek to jowl with tired looking hotels jammed next to one another.  Souvenir beach shops lined up selling trinkets like these bottle openers of questionable male spirit  .  And then there was the Mallorca of unspoilt beauty– of pristine beaches, small villages, and a rich mixed Arab (Moorish) and Christian history.  In Pollenca, we literally walked through Roman ruins dating back over two thousand years. There were no railings, no signs of, Do Not Touch.  .  Another oddity, I heard more German on this holiday than I did Spanish.  Astounding number of German tourists!

Our favourite day was hiking five miles to visit four coves accessible only by foot or by boat.  We only made it to two of them, as Cala Magraner, was so nice that we decided to spend the rest of the afternoon here.    We were joined by four other pleasure boats by the time we left but it still felt like our own private beach.    The water was shallow so that I could wade out nearly 100 meters and was so clear that I could see all the way to the bottom.  Everything felt so calm that it didn’t seem that unusual when I stepped on an octopus by accident.  Our last view of protected cove as we hiked out was a lovely one. 

Contrast that with the Cala sa Nau beach which is renown for its white sands.   It boasted a similar protected cove with sailboats coming and going, however this beach was commercial, with covered huts that could be rented by the hour, a snack shack, and free wifi.   What!  Wifi?!!!

The small size of the island made it remarkably easy to visit most of the cities along the eastern half of Majorca.  Away from the beaches we explored some interior towns. Arta was thronged by visitors for its Tuesday market day.   We hiked up to castle, Santuari de Sant Salvador, overlooking the town.

 Like the sentries of old, we walked the ramparts of the castle.  It was a bit unnerving that, several hundred years later, there were still no rails preventing the explorer from falling off the ledge.

In the end, we cut the days short so that we could come back to the finca and enjoy the pool, even if to read alongside.

A few other neat sights in Mallorca:

  the Caves of Drach in Porto Cristo with its millions of stalacites and stalagmites and underwater later.  We finished reading Harry Potter book 6 on this trip so this lake took on special meaning

 Beautiful streets signs in Mallorca Another view through the castle in Arta of the surrounding countryside

View of the town of Capdepera from the fortress of the same name, which guarded the Mallorca coastline from invaders. Built in the year 310.

 View of the Mediterranean Sea from the Cap de Formentor, the northern most point of Mallorca.  Parking was a zoo.  I was delighted to read that the Cap’s lighthouse has been updated with solar panels

  The 14th century church in Alcudia

 Crystal blue waters in the marina in the popular coastal town, Cala Rajada

Blotched day trip turned country drive

We had planned for a day of rally car driving in Essex, my delayed Christmas gift to Tristan. The school ended up being very uncool, refusing service as we were 10min late despite a two hour drive from London in a rental car.  So, at 1pm we had the afternoon free and England before us. Where to go?  I’ve got to hand it to Tristan and the kids for salvaging a great day of it.  Over a pub lunch in a tiny village a few miles away (I had the requisite yummy, fish & chips), we considered our options– Cambridge (nearby but we’d already visited, Oxford (two hours away) and Windsor Castle (all the way back to London, and then further south).

We decided on the last and got there in the nick of time, last admission at 4pm. The most amazing thing we saw at Windsor was not the stoic bear hatted soldier (although he was impressively still)  .  It was a century old doll house that was a gift to Queen Mary, containing all the actual accoutrements of a royal household, in miniature scale.   Mini automobiles with engines that ran, shotguns that fired, sterling silverware, monogrammed linens, etc.  The best part?  Each of these items was actually built by the most notable artisans of their time.

My favourite was seeing the attention paid to the smallest details, like the richly decorated crowns sitting atop the lampposts across the grounds.

As we prepare for our move back to Seattle this summer, we are collecting a few more mementos to remind us of England.  Tristan’s been set on acquiring a retired pub sign to hang in our house.  So, yesterday we cycled two miles  down the Thames to visit the old Fuller’s brewery where beer has been brewed since the 17th century. There, lovingly hung pub signs now sit waiting for someone to return them to a hung state.    We didn’t see one that struck our fancy so we’ll be back to see the inventory added over the next few months.

London is entering the busiest tourist period of the year. Gardens outside Buckingham Palace got a fresh spring planting this week.   The Household Cavalry was in full dress uniform riding early one morning  in Hyde Park. With the sun more visible these weeks,  I am thrilled to be wearing my sunglasses one most mornings AND evenings when cycling to and from work.

Inspiration of London marathon

In the London Marathon last Sunday, we were thrilled to cheer on Meredith, our good friend from Minnesota.  We joined Sam and her family along the route to witness the thousands of people of all ages and ability running, many of whom for charity.  A surprising number of people ran in costume, including Big Ben, an ostrich, two person camel and our favourite, a herd of rhinos.    34 Guinness world records were set with these costumes.  The kids were bolstered by free Lucozade (British equivalent of Gatorade) handed out on the route .  We were all inspired seeing Meredith and her brother finish in great spirits .

We took advantage of Bank Holiday this weekend to visit the Tate Modern museum, another amazing museum free to the public.  We loved seeing the iconic Andy Warhol print of Marilyn Monroe .  Mei Mei thought the artist spilled orange juice on this one to achieve the colour.   I found myself having to explain to the children how record players worked.   Geez, how times have changed.

This was Royal Baby watch week.   News vans were parked outside Buckingham Palace all week; they were there when I cycled past in the morning, and still there when I returned in the evening.  Finally, the news of the birth hit on Saturday.  And today, the name of Princess Charlotte was announced.   I had guessed Charlotte; Mei Mei had odds on Catherine.

Other sights around London:

At Cleopatra’s Needle, one of three in London, Paris and New York.

Beautiful tulips in a London park:

Love the sign outside a coffee shop:

Crossing Millennium Bridge with St. Paul’s Cathedral in the background

Rush hour traffic on my commute home in Hyde Park:

Tuscany, a top 5 destination!

We looked forward our week in Tuscany for the warmer climes and came away with a real delight in the region.  I loved the beautiful how the old just blended with the new in each village, each city. There is something startlingly about walking about Pisa, then looking up to see the leaning Tower peeking over some modern buildings and modern lamppost.  The juxtaposition was awesome.

Yet, we loved Cinque Terre probably best of all because it preserved the old.  The string of five ancient fishing villages along the Italian Riviera are only really accessible by sea or by train, as cars are not allowed.   We took the train into one of them, Monterosso, then hiked 90min to the next, Vernazza. The view when approaching on the steep pathway was as rewarding as the gelato we enjoyed when we arrived.

Lucca was our next favorite city.  We spent the day exploring the walled medieval Old Town, which first became a Roman colony in 180AD. We climbed two ancient bell towers (campanile).  Amazingly, one had old trees planted at the top, offering beautiful views of the town.    We rented a quad bike to ride the 4km long path along the top of the city walls.  It was a fun way to see the entire old town, and rest the legs. 

We stayed in Camaiore, a tiny village west of Lucca, in a lovely old villa that used to be an olive oil factory.  It was a wonderful spot from which we drove in our tiny Fiat Panda on our daily explorations.  Florence was our furthest city.  It was filled with beautiful sites, least of all the museums like the Uffizi that contained treasures from Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, et al.  We actually lasted longer in the Uffizi than we did in the Louvre last year in Paris.  Could the kids be building a tolerance for cultural things?

One of the themes of our trip was climbing towers, so we climbed the bell tower at the Florence Duomo.  The line was shorter than the hour wait it would have taken to climb the Duomo cathedrral tower itself.  The hike to Piazza Michelangelo outside the old town offered a lovely view, especially of Ponte Vecchio.  I might not have known it was a bridge just from walking on it, bordered on both sides by shops, vendors and only the occasional view of water.

The kids had wondered whether pizzas would be sold in vending machines in Italy.  There weren’t.  However, we did condoms vending machines commonly outside pharmacies or on random stretches of city streets. 

Two more fun pictures of Tuscany, both of Pisa:

Street art by late American Keith Haring.  Actually painted on the side of a church

Tristan and the kids doing their part to hold up the desperately leaning tower.