On our third day in Barcelona, we started the morning with breakfast at another food-tour-company-recommended spot called Cosmo. We went in, sat down at a table, looked up, and were instantly transported back to Baltimore.
We’ve had a proper summer here in London, and E’s school isn’t even out for summer holidays yet. In May, we had those first days of glorious, perfect weather that makes everyone in London go outside and act giddy. I walked down the road on those days thinking how grateful I am for the opportunity to live in London, and how proud I am of us for being brave enough to take the opportunity, and how much I really freaking love living in London.
For the first May bank holiday weekend of 2018, we rented a car and drove southwest to Dorset, on the Jurassic Coast. The drive took us 4 hours, thanks to all the traffic of everyone else who wanted to get out of the city for the long weekend, and we arrived right at the girls’ bedtime on Friday night.
(Side note: The signs along the way made for interesting reading. Actual names of places in Dorset: Tincleton, Puddletown, Tolpuddle, Grimstone, Puncknowle, and Durdle Door.)
Yes, this post is about how we spent New Year’s Eve. Better end of April than never, right?
My parents were once again amazing to keep the kids for us in London for a few days, so M and I escaped the darkness of the English winter and jetted to warmer, sunnier Mallorca (also spelled Majorca), a Spanish island.
This title is a misnomer, because we are actually not having one this year, ha. But I thought I’d give a quick overview of some of the things you see in London around Easter.
First off, there’s time off. Good Friday and Easter Monday are holidays here, so everyone has a four-day weekend. School children (and their teachers) enjoy a long break at Easter, at least two weeks off; some have three.