Another mum walked by as I was typing this at E’s gymnastics place and said, “Mums’ Mini-Break in Madrid? I need one of THOSE!”
Oh you do, honey. We all do.You know what I love? My children. You know what I also love? Traveling without my children.
It’s been over a year since I took this trip to Madrid with two of the good friends I’ve made in London, so it’s no doubt time for another… Continue reading
This was the second October half-term holiday in a row we took a trip to the Cotswolds. Since I never got around to writing about it last year, I’m now doing a 2-for-1 special on blogging about it.
Both years, we stayed at the Lygon Arms, a former coaching inn-turned-luxury-hotel that dates back to the 1300s (!), which boasts quite the list of famous names who have stayed under its roof. King Charles I, Oliver Cromwell, King Edward VII and VIII, Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor…
And now these notorious characters:
What a child-friendly city Copenhagen appears to be! I kept telling people. Oh yes, they would say, it’s a very family-friendly place! My in-laws had even returned from their visit there last year with this helpful brochure, “Copenhagen With Kids,” chockablock with playgrounds and other things to do with kids in Copenhagen.
You know when is not a great time to take the kids to Copenhagen? When it’s cold and windy and rainy, and when it’s a random holiday you’re not aware of and all the shops are closed, and when there’s a big five-day music festival on. Our first day there had us thinking that maybe it wasn’t such a good family holiday destination, after all. (Spoiler alert: our opinion changed by the end of our trip. Read on.) Continue reading
The first weekend in December was a busy one here in London! On Saturday morning, I took E ice skating at Somerset House. She enjoyed it so much last year in Vienna, I wanted to take her again this Christmas season.
As I previously mentioned, with Christmas activities in London, you need to book well ahead, or else things sell out. But that means you run the risk of it pouring down rain the morning of your ice skating time slot, as it was this Saturday.
(I was going to title this “Kicking off Christmas,” but I realised that is a very American thing to say, as here “kicking off” means starting to throw a fit. So I revised to something that sounds a lot more British.)
This is our third Christmas season in London. Yes, Christmas, not holiday season; the holiday season here means summer vacation; and even though in general I find this a very tolerant melting pot of a city, Brits don’t seem to be concerned about religious political correctness surrounding Christmas the way Americans are, hence every public school child performs in a nativity play, and no one seems bothered by it. Continue reading