From the Picasso museum.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Bonjour from Paris. We arrived Friday morning and rendevou'd with Savannah at the airport. After checking in to our hotel, we ventured out for the Eiffel Tower via the Metro. I am in love and awe of this train system, and the tube in London as well. Both systems put BART to shame.
We approached the tower from the end with the peace monument and heard the sounds of a live band playing nearby...after about 3 seconds Savannah said it sounded like a worship band. A few minutes later she and I wandered over to check it out while Craig was on a call, and SURE ENOUGH this group of youngsters were singing "worship" songs in english..."Jesus, you're the only one I can love"...a freckled young teen and her pre-teen friend approached us with flyers and tracts---"we're just here spreading the word...there are some really great camps this summer, with lots of activities, really fun activities." Miss Freckles is from Florida, her friend from New York, here on a "mission trip" no doubt. Just there in Paris to spread the word. Sweet.
I shook off my embarassment and proceeded to enjoy l'eiffel....
We approached the tower from the end with the peace monument and heard the sounds of a live band playing nearby...after about 3 seconds Savannah said it sounded like a worship band. A few minutes later she and I wandered over to check it out while Craig was on a call, and SURE ENOUGH this group of youngsters were singing "worship" songs in english..."Jesus, you're the only one I can love"...a freckled young teen and her pre-teen friend approached us with flyers and tracts---"we're just here spreading the word...there are some really great camps this summer, with lots of activities, really fun activities." Miss Freckles is from Florida, her friend from New York, here on a "mission trip" no doubt. Just there in Paris to spread the word. Sweet.
I shook off my embarassment and proceeded to enjoy l'eiffel....
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Par le vous Anglaise?
We are not in France yet, however the WiFi company here at the hotel in London is a French company, and therefore I seem to only be able to access blogger in French---good thing I mostly remember what the little boxes and symbols mean. The main thing I want to report today is also related to said wifi company: it will occasionaly let me look at my email (some, not all) but so far will not allow any replying to occur. As Eliot on Scrubs likes to say, FRICK FRICK FRICK. Earlier I attmepted to post some pix, but NON said the system. Frick, says moi.
Our hotel is directly across from the Tower of London and 2-ish blocks from the Tower Bridge. Had my photos loaded you could see how cool the bridge is...never fear, i shall try again.
So today Craig was gone with work stuff all day. I took the tube all by my lonesome over to the Victoria & Albert Museum, wandered around it and bought myself lunch. How often do I eat lunch at a restaurant alone?---never. Then tubed back to the hotel and NAPPED. Jet lag is a bitch---makes me want to sleep during the day, then have my brain become quite awake between 4 and 6 am. Weird. I may resort to some Tylenol PM tonight.
Write and tell me how much you miss me! Lie if you must.
We are not in France yet, however the WiFi company here at the hotel in London is a French company, and therefore I seem to only be able to access blogger in French---good thing I mostly remember what the little boxes and symbols mean. The main thing I want to report today is also related to said wifi company: it will occasionaly let me look at my email (some, not all) but so far will not allow any replying to occur. As Eliot on Scrubs likes to say, FRICK FRICK FRICK. Earlier I attmepted to post some pix, but NON said the system. Frick, says moi.
Our hotel is directly across from the Tower of London and 2-ish blocks from the Tower Bridge. Had my photos loaded you could see how cool the bridge is...never fear, i shall try again.
So today Craig was gone with work stuff all day. I took the tube all by my lonesome over to the Victoria & Albert Museum, wandered around it and bought myself lunch. How often do I eat lunch at a restaurant alone?---never. Then tubed back to the hotel and NAPPED. Jet lag is a bitch---makes me want to sleep during the day, then have my brain become quite awake between 4 and 6 am. Weird. I may resort to some Tylenol PM tonight.
Write and tell me how much you miss me! Lie if you must.
THE SKIES WERE NEVER FRIENDLIER
Craig had the brilliant idea of upgrading our tix from SFO to Heathrow into business class, using frequent flier miles. Did I mention BRILLIANT? We were upstairs in the plane, wide, comfy seats arranged in pairs with reclinging ability and rising footrests like a proper La-z-boy. Shortly after we took off, we were offered complimentary juice, champagne, or sparkling water served in glass tumblers and with actual lemon wedges. I felt as if I was spending 10 or so hours in a lovely restaurant where I was able to nap or watch films in between lovely meals served with linen napkins and chilled silverware! I felt SO spoiled, SO happy, SO afraid of returning to my real life in economy class. Ah well, I'll soldier on around the EU in coach, reminding myself how VERY privileged I am, lemon & linen or no.
Craig had the brilliant idea of upgrading our tix from SFO to Heathrow into business class, using frequent flier miles. Did I mention BRILLIANT? We were upstairs in the plane, wide, comfy seats arranged in pairs with reclinging ability and rising footrests like a proper La-z-boy. Shortly after we took off, we were offered complimentary juice, champagne, or sparkling water served in glass tumblers and with actual lemon wedges. I felt as if I was spending 10 or so hours in a lovely restaurant where I was able to nap or watch films in between lovely meals served with linen napkins and chilled silverware! I felt SO spoiled, SO happy, SO afraid of returning to my real life in economy class. Ah well, I'll soldier on around the EU in coach, reminding myself how VERY privileged I am, lemon & linen or no.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
I'm Scared
This morning I picked up a book I bought at Thrift Town yesterday, began reading the back, then, alarmed, randomly read inside portions. Quickly, though not quickly enough, I realized I had already read the book. I think I even bought it new at Costco. This was on top of asking Craig last night "what ever happened to 'Six Feet Under'?---and then within about two seconds realizing I had indeed watched the SERIES FINALE when it aired a year or so ago.
If this is indeed the beginning of me losing my mind, you all can look back and know when it was in the early stages. And I am taking comfort knowing my children Gordon and Samantha will look after me.
It was all those years of aluminum cookware, wasn't it? Drat. I really am scared.
This morning I picked up a book I bought at Thrift Town yesterday, began reading the back, then, alarmed, randomly read inside portions. Quickly, though not quickly enough, I realized I had already read the book. I think I even bought it new at Costco. This was on top of asking Craig last night "what ever happened to 'Six Feet Under'?---and then within about two seconds realizing I had indeed watched the SERIES FINALE when it aired a year or so ago.
If this is indeed the beginning of me losing my mind, you all can look back and know when it was in the early stages. And I am taking comfort knowing my children Gordon and Samantha will look after me.
It was all those years of aluminum cookware, wasn't it? Drat. I really am scared.
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