Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Catalonian Holiday

For the first of hopefully many excursions to mainland Europe, we decided to trade in our cloudy skies and soggy weather for the sunshine and warm ocean breezes of Barcelona. I picked Amanda up from work Friday afternoon and we made our way to the airport for our evening flight to Barcelona. We were booked on EasyJet to leave Bristol at 6:40 PM and arrive in Barcelona around 9:45 PM local time. EasyJet is a similar to Southwest Airlines in both cost and service provided. Let’s just say you get what you pay for and leave it at that.

The flight was uneventful and we arrived in Barcelona on time without incident. After passing through Customs which took all of ten minutes (mostly because Amanda requested the officer to stamp her passport rather than just looking at it) we made our way to the airport lobby where we were supposed to be able to purchase bus tickets in order to make our way to the hotel. Time, however, was quite literally against us. At 10:00 PM on a Friday evening none of the public transportation kiosks were manned which meant we had to try and manage to use the automated ticket machines scattered throughout the airport. This also proved to be a difficult task as well. Amanda has mentioned our issues with chip and pen credit cards when trying to buy things in England. Well the automated ticket machines will only accept chip and pen cards which we still do not have. So at 10:30 there we were wondering around Barcelona International with no cash, no transportation and approximately 15 miles separating us from our hotel.

Thankfully, we found a friendly train attendant who patiently listened to our struggles (in Amanda’s special version of Spanish) and allowed us to board a bus that would take us to another station that would have a manned ticket counter. We thanked the attendant and boarded the bus for our twenty minute ride to a station downtown Barcelona. Upon arrival, there were no manned ticket counters. So we located another attendant and proceeded to explain what had happened. Unfortunately, this attendant couldn’t understand that American credit cards don’t have the chip and pen feature which makes them practically useless in Europe. After wasting half an hour with this attendant and getting no closer to the hotel we politely told the attendant we would try and find another way to the hotel. At this point we were tired and frustrated and it was well past our bedtime. It was about the time I suggested that perhaps we just walk the rest of the way to the hotel that another attendant came by and asked if he could help. We told him our troubles and that we were about to set out on foot and simply shook his head and beckoned us to follow him. He led us down to the line platform entrance and passed us through security and even told us what metro we would need to take to get to our hotel. We didn’t even really get to express our gratitude effectively because he made the decision to let us pass so quickly we didn’t realize what had happened until we were already through security. The rest of the night passed uneventfully as we arrived at the hotel around 12:20, checked in and collapsed on our "married" bed - that's European for two twins pushed together.


On Saturday morning we made our way to Plaça de Catalunya and the top of Las Ramblas. After walking through Plaça de Catalunya we found a busy little Café were we stopped for a croissant and fresh glass of orange juice before we began our Rick Steves’ walking tour of Las Ramblas. When I say fresh glass of OJ, I mean, I watched a guy take an orange and make my glass of juice. It doesn’t get better than that. Las Ramblas was packed with tourists, entertainers, and street vendors.


Las Ramblas is an experience that I don’t know that I’ll be able to fully describe here. My favorite part was La Boqueria, a market just off the main street…well, maybe it was the gelato shops on the Ramblas, but more on them in a minute. The market has a wealth of colors and smells which compete for attention almost as much as the booth operators wanting those tourist Euros. The fruit was so brightly colored; every kind of melon and berry that you can think of was there. They were fresh and just begging to be eaten (I obliged). There were also legs of ham hanging from the booths and fresh fish from the boats just that morning. All the booths were mixed together in one hodgepodge of semi-organized chaos so your nose never could figure out if you were near meats, melons, fish or flowers.

At the bottom of Las Ramblas is a monument statue dedicated to Christopher Columbus who is depicted standing triumphantly pointing out to sea as if he is beckoning the people of Barcelona to take to the seas and discover the world.


From the statue we started towards Montjuic and the castle that bears its name. On the way we managed to find the steepest road in all of Spain as our route to the top of Montjuic. Side Note: Amanda is starting to think that I’m searching out these hills. It’s not true. A little less than half way to the top we came across the swimming and diving arena for the ‘92 summer games which has been converted into a public swimming facility. Just outside the entrance to the swimming facility is a cable car that we elected to take for the remainder of our journey up Montjuic. At €9 per person the price was a bit steep, but then so was the hill we were trying to climb. In the end I think it was worth the price. Besides, it helped us complete the transportation trifecta for the trip…plane, train & cable car (okay, bus & car were in there too, but they’re not nearly as cool).


Upon ascending the mount in our cable car, we disembarked and made our way to the castle. Built in the 18th century and used by Spain’s fascist leaders to repress the locals it is appropriately intimidating. The main battery of guns face the Mediterranean ready to repel anyone foolish enough to attack the fortified position perched high above Barcelona’s port. There are few guns facing inland from the castle but the walls and towers can be seen from nearly every area of the city that has a clear view of the mountain. Inside the castle the inner ward has been transformed into a large gathering area with a small restaurant nestled into the arcade and what used to be sleeping quarters and administrative offices for the castle. Opposite the restaurant the castle is in the process of being transformed into a museum. Most of the magazine spaces and auxiliary facilities were closed to the public as they are being turned into exhibit spaces for the new museum. Above the parade grounds is very expansive walk wall that affords a commanding 360 degree view of the city, port and surrounding land and seascapes.



After taking the cable car back down to the Olympic swimming facility, we made our way to the Olympic stadium. I got to stand directly beneath the caldron where the greatest torch lighting ever took place.

Leaving the stadium we made our way back to the hotel to rest our feet and get ready for dinner. Along Passieg de Garcia (near our hotel) there are dozens of tapas restaurants and Rick Steves’ recommended one in particular known as QuQu. I must say it’s hard to go wrong when Rick makes a suggestion of any kind. The food was good. I like the snack through your entire meal style of eating. I’ve also discovered that I really like Sangria. Seriously, where have I been the last 30 years?

Once we finished our tapas we walked back towards Font Magica de Montjuic for a water and light show choreographed to music. I have to admit that Amanda pretty much had to drag me to the show. We’d had a very walk intensive day and the thought of walking about another mile just to watch a fountain and some lights really didn’t sound that great. I’m going to put this out there just for her: I was wrong. There, I said it. Well, I have many other times too, just not quite so publicly. Anyway, the fountain show was a wonderful way to cap the evening and was my favorite sight of the day. For about 30 minutes, over 680 gallons per second of water are pumped through this massive fountain in three concentric pools. That’s impressive enough, but also a variety of music blares out of the air– from the Star Wars theme song to some very classical piano pieces to even California Girls and then add the light show behind it all. It really was quite amazing.



On Sunday, we got up early to beat the crowds that gather at the Picasso museum. We still managed to wait 45 minutes in line before entering but there was an excellent café next to the museum where Amanda had another croissant and I indulged in a chocolate muffin. It was by far the best breakfast we had during our stay and only costs about two dollars US. After getting into the museum, we made our way to the permanent exhibit which displays around 1,000 pieces consisting of paintings, sketches, sculpture and lithographs all created by the museum’s namesake. I have to admit that walking around the museum and studying the different types of art that make up the collection I began to see Picasso as a “jack of all trades” type rather than one of the truly great artists. The pieces in the museum are all exceptional however when compared to others, his work doesn’t appear to measure up in my mind. He certainly wasn’t the greatest realist ever although First Communion clearly demonstrated the talent that he was born with and had he continued down that path I might view him differently. I will admit that it’s difficult for me to judge him on his abstract work because by its very nature it’s nearly impossible to compare one artist with another. There is no doubt in my mind that he had incredible talent and a gift for portraying things in a manner that few others possess. Yet every time he approached mastery of a specific discipline he changed gears and went off in a completely different direction. I did however enjoy our time in the museum and would definitely recommend it to anyone interested with one caveat. Make sure you go on the first Sunday of the month when it’s free of charge!

Our next stop was the Cathedral of Barcelona. After a short walk from the museum we arrived around 11:30 and made our way into the Cathedral. It is currently under renovation so much of the church is filled with scaffolding however the areas that are free of construction equipment are very impressive. It’s not the most ornate Cathedral I have ever been in and certainly looks its age. But what it lacks in luminescence and vibrancy it more than makes up for with a rustic Spanish charm. A soft glow that emanates from the hundreds of prayer candles that surround the naive reflect off the un-plastered walls and ceilings and wrap parishioners and guests alike in a warm blanket of light. While we were there, Mass was taking place so we weren’t allowed to wander the aisles so after snapping a few inconspicuous photos we decided it was time for lunch before we made our way to the Chocolate Museum.



We decided that instead of heading back to the more touristy areas of the city we would venture off on our own and find a café that catered to the local populous. We managed to find a quite little sandwich shop down a claustrophobic side street in the Old City that served the best Chorizo sandwich I’ve had in a long time. Not only was the food great but for both mine and Amanda’s meal we spent just under ten dollars. So all of you keeping score at home we managed to have breakfast and lunch for fewer than thirteen dollars and they were the best morning and afternoon meals we had during our stay.

After a relaxing stroll through the side streets of the Old City we made it to the Chocolate Museum. Six dollars grants you entrance into the museum as well as a complementary chocolate bar to munch on as you view the exhibit pieces. Every year there is a chocolate sculpting contest and the best pieces get admitted into the museum and put on display for the visitors to enjoy. Many of the sculptures were very impressive and the plaques were surprisingly informative. Amanda may have also found a replacement for her Kitchen Aid Mixer.


We spent about an hour in the museum and decided we were pretty well walked out for the day. On the way back to the hotel we tried to get further into the Cathedral again but another Mass had started and since we didn’t think we would make it through the service awake we decided to go to the hotel.

Power naps are great! Once we arrived at the hotel, we crashed as our heads hit the pillows. I never even got my shoes off. By the time I came too it was nearly 6 o’clock and I was starting to get hungry again. I let Amanda sleep a little while longer and we made it to dinner around 7:30. We chose another Rick Steves suggestion just up the street from our hotel. The food was a little better than the first night and the Sangria was very good but the people watching was disappointing. This particular restaurant sat on a corner but the view across the intersection was blocked by large potted shrubs so the only people we could see were those who walked directly between the building and the dining area. Once we finished off our Sangria we made our way back to Las Ramblas and tried one of the many Gelata stands that line the promenade. It was our second Gelata in as many nights and was an excellent cap to a long day sightseeing.

Monday was reserved for Gaudí. We made our way to the famed Sagrada Família where the lines to get in were already wrapped around the Cathedral at 10:00 AM. As we patiently waited for in line we chatted with a couple of Penn State graduates who were celebrating graduation with a tour of Europe. They were the first Americans we had met since we celebrated July 4th at the Texas Embassy in London. As we swapped stories on our latest adventures we marveled at the size and unique design of the Cathedral.


Started in 1882 Segrada Família is still under construction and has approximately another 15 years of building left before it is completed. Once through the gate we took a few pictures of the Passion Façade and made our way to the old school house that was used to educate the children of the construction workers in the late 19th and early 20th century. The school house has since been converted into a museum and contains Gaudí’s actual desk as it was when he died in 1926. After exiting the school house we walked down to the crypt were another museum has been set up to depict the Cathedral as it has progressed through different times in its construction. There are pieces that date from the 1890’s that fell from the Cathedral as a result of the Spanish Civil War which began in 1936 and was concluded in April of ’39. Also on display were several pieces such as the pulpit and one of the confessionals both designed by Gaudí and built prior to his death. At the end of the crypt museum is the model shop where the current architects create scale models of the cathedral in the same way that Gaudí would have done nearly 100 years ago.

Exiting the crypt we were now on the opposite side of the Cathedral from where we entered and were looking at the Nativity Façade. I found this façade far more impressive than the Passion Façade because it more closely reflected some of Gaudi’s previous work such as Casa Milà and Park Güell. Rick Steves describes it as looking like melting ice cream and I believe that’s a very fitting description. We entered Segrada Família through the Nativity Façade and were immediately amazed at the size and majesty of the naïve. The columns appear as stems or trunks and extend towards the ceiling and split into smaller columns that support a leaf-like canopy. Light filters down through the canopy to create a naturalistic effect which has makes the cold concrete interior feel warm and natural. This effect is enhanced around the apse where the colorful stained glass windows have been installed and bathe the alter in a myriad of colors. In total Amanda and I spent nearly 4 hours taking in the cathedral and trying to imagine what it will look like when it’s finally completed.





Our next stop took us to Casa Milà which is an apartment building designed by Gaudí that sits a few blocks up the street from Plaça de Catelunya on Passeig de Gràcia. While not as impressive a structure as Segrada Família the unique design is eye catching in its own right. Nothing within the building is square and the rooms are a multitude of shapes and sizes. I found the roof to be the most fascinating aspect of the building. Whereas the interior contains walls that never seem to square with each other the roof is a constantly rolling walkway were seemingly every step is a different height or length than the one before. It was enough to drive type-A, everything has to fit in a box, accountant Amanda crazy. The ventilation shafts are designed to be an extension of the façade and add to the unique skyline as you look out across the top of the building towards different areas of the city. From the roof you can easily see the towers of Segrada Família as well as the distinctive oval shaped Torre Agbar.




Our final stop of the day took us to Park Güell which was Gaudí’s attempt at creating a gated community. A concept that was well ahead of its time the project was a commercial flop which the city eventually purchased and turned into a park. The entrance of the park is guarded by what appear to be giant gingerbread houses that have been converted into a book store and small museum. Once through the gate we passed a pavilion with ornate fountains and went up the grand staircase and entered the “Hall of 100 Columns.” Originally intended to be the communities local market the hall now provides a meeting area out of the ever present sun where tourists can prepare for the rest of their park experience.


To the left of the columns is a walkway with unique arcade that looks like the inside of a cresting wave.


At the top of the walkway is the main Terrace which was designed as a common area for the planned 60 unit development. It sits directly above the “Hall of 100 Columns” and affords magnificent views of the city as it sprawls down from the foothills of the mountains and flows towards the sea.


Dinner was similar to the night before and we finished off the day with another stroll down Las Ramblas while I completed my hat trick of chocolate gelata. It was another busy day sightseeing but well worth the tired feet and aching legs.

Tuesday was our last day in Barcelona and we checked out of our hotel early so we could make our way down to the beach before we had to catch the train to the airport. The only negative about where we stayed is that I wish it would have been closer to the beach. Although for what we had planned during the day we likely wouldn’t have spent much time soaking up the sun anyway. And Amanda insists that I sunburn easily so perhaps it’s a good thing we weren’t very close to the beach. We walked along the shore taking in the cool morning breeze as it swept in off the sea and watched the sun ascend into the heavens. The beach was pleasantly quite as most of the locals and tourists had yet arrive so it was like strolling along a semi-private estate.

We managed to find a café that was opened and served something other than alcohol (seriously, they have full pints at 8am!) and stopped in for a light breakfast. After indulging in fresh squeezed orange juice and a chocolate croissant we made our way back towards the Christopher Columbus memorial and one last walk through Las Ramblas. By this time the streets were starting fill with tourist and street vendors and the city was waking up. We stopped in at La Boqueria halfway up Las Ramblas and grabbed a couple of sandwiches and some fresh fruit that we could eat on the train.

After taking in the sights one of Las Ramblas one last time we made for the hotel and our luggage that we had left at the counter and then on to the airport. It took us nearly two hours to get from the hotel to the gate and we nearly missed our flight home. We really weren’t anxious to leave Barcelona. But we managed to make it five minutes before final boarding and still got to sit next to each other on the return flight.

Barcelona was an amazing holiday. We probably could have spent another day and seen everything we were interested in like the Cava fields and La Iglesia del Tibidabo which sits atop the highest peak of Collserola on the fringe of Barcelona. More than anything though I thoroughly enjoyed the city itself with its wide promenades’ and curb-side restaurants’ it’s a vibrant and romantic place to visit and somewhere we will definitely return to in the future.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Dear Girls,

A week from tomorrow, you finally get to come see our new home and city and country that Dad & I have put together for you. There are so many parks and other dogs (and people too, Ginger). We really think you'll like it. Also, the weather has been so great - highs around the low to mid 70's. It rains alot, so Daisy you'll just have to get used to getting your head wet. Many of the parks are off leash, so if you can demonstrate responsibility to us, we might let you have some extra freedom that you weren’t allowed in Texas.

Grandma Powell is going to come get you from Toothacres next week so that she can take you to your last vet appointment. Give her a big kiss for us. Make sure to tell the vet to sign all the paperwork in blue ink. We don't know why that is so important, but it's one of the rules and we want to make sure to follow them all. Then some really nice people are going to put you in your crates and into the airplane. The plane is air conditioned and pressurized, but Dad & I are very nervous so please drink lots of water to stay cool. We won't mind if you have to go potty in your crate just this once. I know your ears will feel funny as the plane takes off and lands, it's okay to howl a little -- just not so loud that the passengers get concerned.

You have a layover in Amsterdam before you can come to London. The nice people there will let you out of your crates and let you walk around some. Please, please, please, whatever you do, stay out of the Red Light District. You are both far too young to see the things that go on there.

Once you get to London, you have to clear immigration. Dad & I have been so meticulous with your paperwork, but be patient it might take awhile. Someone will meet you there and drive you out to us. Dad & I will be waiting.

We can't wait to see you again.

Love you lots,
Mom

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Say Cheese!

Adam & I took a weekend trip to Cheddar, the original birthplace of Cheddar Cheese. Adam, needless to say, was looking forward to this trip all week; maybe month.

Cheddar is a small village about an hour south from our house. According to the official village website, the population is about 5,000. I would say on a nice Saturday like the one we went on this level swells to about 7,000 and the parking lots don’t get any bigger! Things to do in Cheddar, we were told, were to go to the cheese factory (a must in our book!), rock climb (maybe, but not this weekend), tour the caves, and climb up to the lookout tower.

We started our morning at the cheese factory. This place was fascinating to me. Maybe just the cheese making process is fascinating to me. The factory still makes cheese by hand without an assembly line or large machinery. Milk is delivered at about 8am every morning from the local dairies and by 5pm, Andy the cheesemaker is loading the cheese wheels into the warehouse to mature. There is a viewing gallery where you can watch the whole process. They have a video which condenses the process from 8 hours to 20ish minutes, but they also allow you to leave and come back throughout the day so you can see various parts live.

Have I mentioned lately that this place is kinda hilly? Cheddar has a large gorge which basically runs through the village. According to Wikipedia (so it must be true), it is the largest gorge in the UK. Our experience thus far has been that we climb a really steep hill – those in Abilene would call them mountains – and we complain the whole way up to the top, swearing we’ll never do this again. Then we get to the top and we see the view and we fall in love with it and we decide the hike wasn’t really that bad. So, we decided that we wanted to do a picnic lunch along the top of the gorge so we could see the valley below while we ate. So after we left the cheese factory the first time, we decided to walk up to the lookout area & see if we could picnic. After turning the corner on the sign that said “steps to lookout point” we were greeted by this:


After the 274 steps up, we were rewarded by this:


Pretty wonderful. We spread out our blanket, pulled out our sandwiches, raisins and ready salted crisps (it was just like a field trip!) and sat down to enjoy our lunch.


After lunch we climbed another 50 steps to the lookout tower. My calves really regret all of the climbing today! But just look how beautiful the view from the top.




After climbing back down all the stairs, we stopped by the cheese factory again then walked up to the cave. I wasn’t overly impressed by the cave tour. It was an audio guide with a really, really corny presenter pretending to be the cave explorer finding all the rooms of the cave. I was also a bit disappointed that there were no employees or guardrails to keep people from touching the formations within the cave, so a lot of the pretty neat areas were blackened from skin oils. One area I did like was a tunnel under some of the stalactite/stalagmite formations that you could walk under and look up to see them grow above you. Okay, so you can’t really see them grow unless you have a couple hundred thousand years to stand there & watch.


We went back to the cheese factory again. I really would have sat there all day. Well, I would have walked through the tour all day; there are free samples at the end. A word to the wise, have your water bottle ready when you try the chili cheddar. They’re not kidding when they tell you it’s hot.

We then walked through town on the way back to car. Adam snapped a few pictures of the waterfalls – he really was fascinated by them.



Oh, one last non-cheese related thing. Friday night we decided to try out our local chippy take away (that’s a fish & chip take out shop for you non-locals). We came home from work, I changed, and then we walked over to the shop. We got our meal (I had the sweet & sour chicken for anyone who thinks I might have actually eatten fish) and we started home. About half way back, the skys opened and it started pouring. I’ve decided Adam & I are officially Brits now. On a Friday night, we got take away in the rain from the fish & chip (& Chinese) shop.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

What we’ve been up to

In case you’re wondering what we’ve been up to around the house, I thought I’d share a few pictures from the last two weeks. If you’re not wondering, go ahead & stop reading now because I’m going to share anyway.

If you go back a couple of posts, you’ll remember me talking about all the people who were supposed to help us move. There were three main contacts; the short-term housing group, the long-term housing group, and the group to move our (for lack of a better word) stuff. Though the location that the short-term housing people selected for us was great, but many of the other aspects we weren’t too impressed with. We all know the problems we had with the long-term housing. I really should tell you someday how Adam found this house. It’s a pretty amazing story.

So, my last hope of good service was our moving team. Our experience in Texas had gone really well. The team we had there were extremely polite and protective of our house. They took great care of our items in packing which is evidenced by no items being broken at the end of the move. We were also impressed by our Move Coordinator’s level of service and communications. She was very clear in her instructions as to what the timing of the move would be, the responsibilities that we had and what services she was going to (and did!) provide. So I had pretty high expectations for them when they scheduled our delivery for between noon and 2pm on July 12th. I went to work as usual and Adam stayed home to await the arrival of the moving lorry (we’re in England now, trucks have become lorries). About 2:15, Adam called me. The lorry hadn’t arrived. Nobody had called. Great. I called our coordinator who was also not aware of the delay. She said she would contact the crew and determine the status. She returned my call about 30 minutes later stating that there had been a delay at the first delivery of the day and the crew would arrive at our house between 4:30 and 5:00 that evening.

I need to interject a few more non-day of details here. I can drive over here. I’m not great at it and I’m pretty nervous about the whole ordeal. Adam loves driving and isn’t nearly as bothered by the whole left side of the road thing plus traffic plus bikers and walkers on their daily commute. So until September when he starts school, he has agreed to drive me to (and pick me up from!) work. I’m taking some driving lessons soon and he says I’m going to start driving with him in the car in August so I can get comfortable. But, at the moment, I’m quite happy with my personal chauffeur. Secondly, our office hours are 9am to 5:30pm. If I get to work at 8:45 it’s a ghost town. Maybe by 8:55 you’ll see people file in. And at about 5:20 you’ll start to hear the closing of laptops and at 5:40 it’s crickets all over again. It’s really quite amazing (and awesome!).

So, because I had no car and Adam couldn’t come pick me up at 5:30 if the movers were unloading or unpacking after having just arrived at 5, I decided to leave work early and work from home until they showed up. We got back to the house about 4pm. And waited. And waited. About 5:30, I received a call from the delivery driver that there had been further delays and they would be at our home in about 30 minutes. The crew finally arrived at 6:15. Not quite between noon & 2 or 4:30 & 5, but they were here! I was so excited. I grabbed my camera to take pictures of the process. Managed to get one of the opening of the crate then the battery died. Ug. So, enjoy the photo below, and imagine our new house from the pictures in the earlier house post, just with boxes in every room.


We’ve also purchased some IKEA furniture. For those not hip to the IKEA way of life, you have to assemble everything you purchase and there are no words on any of the instructions, just pictures. So you have to pay pretty close attention to what you’re doing. You might laugh at this next statement, because I would too if I hadn’t seen it myself. Adam is pretty good at this process. I love my husband so much and he is amazing at so many things. The following of detailed instructions and small inanimate objects are usually not his strengths. However, please see below for the meticulous nature of which he has undertaken his responsibility to assemble the furniture.



And nothing has fallen apart after I sat on it.

The one piece of furniture that we did bring made it too. I’d like to say we brought it over for purely sentimental reasons. I do love this piece, don’t get me wrong. It was made for me by Adam’s grandfather and I treasure his woodworking skills. But I also kinda wanted to see if the Earth’s axis would shift by bringing our coffee table across the ocean. I don’t think it did. I’m not sure. Does anything feel lighter over there?


The afore mentioned tardy moving company was most excited when I stated that the table was to be unloaded on the ground floor and not upstairs.

We’ve started unpacking and we have more paper than I will ever know what to do with. The picture below is just from 4 of the 6 kitchen boxes. None of the other rooms. I didn’t get a picture of the entire stack paper as Adam managed to take care of it all before I had a major nervous breakdown about the “unfinished” state of the house.


I posted this next picture on Facebook earlier this week with the note “We’ve hung some pictures on the walls”. To which I was quickly told that none of the items in the photo are pictures. Okay, point Deborah. I don’t know why I keep score anymore, you win every time. Like EVERY TIME. So I’d like to correct the statement. We’ve hung things on the wall with a very motivational placeholder for future things to be hung on the walls.


So that’s our last few weeks. More excitement to come!

Friday, July 15, 2011

My Day Alone in London

While Amanda was off learning how to not be a loud and obnoxious American I spent my day alone in London wondering the corridors of the Imperial War Museum. I love military history! Not the death and destruction associated with the actual event, but rather how the nature of an individual is revealed during times of peril and more over how humanity deals with conflict on a vast scale. I read a book a few years back concerning Napoleon’s Russian campaign. It described in vivid detail the struggle his soldiers faced as they battled both the opposing Russian defenders and the brutal effects a winter campaign has on a soldier far from home. The emotions those soldiers felt centuries ago are transcendent with those who have experienced conflict throughout history which is one of the reasons I believe places like the Imperial War Museum are so vital.

During my visit, I was surprised to learn that the exhibits only date back to the years leading up to WWI to present. I must admit I was hoping to see exhibits from early English history however the exhibits that were on display were very impressive.


As you approach the Museum you are greeted by two 15” naval guns which are pictured above. The guns were taken from two different battleships, the Ramillies and the Resolution, and saw service from 1915 until they were scheduled to be scrapped prior to 1968.

Upon entering, I was greeted by an array of military equipment of the WWI, WWII and Cold War Vintage. A few of my favorite pieces are pictured below. The first is a portable bomb shelter employed during the Blitz. Civil Servants who were responsible for ushering citizens to the bunkers around London could take cover in these tiny metal shells to protect themselves from shrapnel and falling debris. The second photo is of a U.S. M4 Sherman. While not as big as its German or Russian counterparts, it was by far the most reliable and versatile tank of the war. The last photo is of the P-51 Mustang. A long range fighter this aircraft essentially won the air over Europe.




While the equipment on hand was interesting, especially when the museum took the time to track down were each piece was during key moments of the respective wars they still weren’t as interesting as the actual exhibits depicting WWI, WWII, the Holocaust and 1946 to present.

After spending the first hour rambling through the military equipment, I headed towards the WWI and WWII exhibits. A lot of the information within the exhibit is covered in grade school history books. What I didn’t recall hearing about during my time in school were the battles that occurred in places like the Ottoman Empire, Siberia and across Africa during WWI. It took me about two and a half hours to work my way through both exhibits and still felt like I rushed through it a little bit. Telling Amanda this I think made her glad she’d gone to work and left me alone at the museum. Hours of military strategy are just not her style.

At this point I was beginning to feel a little peckish, so I left the Museum and walked across to The Grand Union Pub for a burger and chips. I still haven’t gotten used to English beef yet but it was one of the better burgers I have had over here.

Satisfied with my dining choice I returned to the Museum to check out the MI-5 exhibit and the Holocaust exhibit. I began with the Holocaust exhibit mainly because Amanda and I had visited the Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. a few years ago and found it fascinating and moving and I knew that once I got into the exhibit I knew I would be there for awhile. It turns out I was right. It was around 1:30 when I entered the exhibit and three hours later it was time for me to leave so I could meet up with Amanda for dinner.

As it was the 4th of July, Amanda had found us a place that would realize what an important day it was for us. So we went to the Texas Embassy. We met quite a few people who were doing the exact same thing. Many from Oklahoma, a few from Chicago and even couple wearing SMU t-shirts. Some fajitas were just what I needed to cap off my exciting day.

Monday, July 11, 2011

And we're back

We're online again!

Lots of things to tell you about. Here's a few tid-bits to keep you entertained.

We have (some) furniture. A combination of a couple trips to IKEA, a few co-workers leaving the UK at the end of their tours and an amazing website called Freecycle has helped us get the basics at fairly reasonable prices. A note on Freecycle - it's like Craigs List (but everything is given away). People post what they want to get rid of & their post code and if you want it, you can email them & arrange a time to pick up. I'm a huge fan so far. We'll continue to look for stuff to round out furnishings as we go.

Credit cards over here have gone to "chip & pin". Every card has a microchip in it, so you put it in a machine (like a hotel room key) then type in your pin number instead of sliding it. Most places look at our US card funny, then we explain that they have to swipe it. If it's someone new, they often have to go find a manager to explain to them how to swipe a credit card. A bit annoying, but not that big of a deal. We went to Asda (Walmart) last weekend -- the sign outfront actually says ASDA / Walmart -- they refused our card. They said it's their policy not to take swipe cards. I pointed out to the cashier and both managers who came to discuss the situation with me that they had a swipe port on the key pad and they could take my card. They were undetered. We are eventually going to get a UK card, but decided to wait until we had some UK cashflow to make sure we could pay it first. I just couldn't believe that Walmart wouldn't take my US credit card! I wrote them a letter on their customer service website. They wrote back today & said that it is their policy to take both chip & pin and swipe cards. I'm going to print it out & take it with me next time we go. I'm pretty sure throwing a fit in Walmart is what gives American's bad names over here!

The weather over here has been really mild. Those of you in the 100+ record summer in Texas should come visit! Here's our 10 day forecast:



Adam has finished & submitted his scholarship application, but has gotten a bit distracted this evening by planning our vacation. I got a note at work the other day that I had to take 6 days of vacation (err...holiday) before September 30. How have I already accrued that much vacation? I've been here just over a month!

Thursday, July 7, 2011

First weekend in London

I’m on a train, heading home from London. And I can get on the internet and blog here, but not at my house. Odd the way technology works sometimes.

Anyway, this is actually my second return trip from London this week. It’s tough being such a high powered executive as I am. <--That was a joke, really - I’m not that big of a deal.

Today’s trip was just there and back all in one day. Not too terribly bad really, it’s about 1:45 train ride from Bristol into London Paddington. Comparatively, it’s like driving from Fort Worth to north Plano in rush hour for work...which I have also done. The difference being that you can do things (like type a blog) while you ride which I’m sure TxDot or DPD would frown upon if I’d done on I-635.

Monday’s trip was much more entertaining, so I want to talk about it. Monday, as many of you in the US might remember, was the 4th of July. It is not really a big deal over here. I didn’t find any true Brit saying, ‘thank you for not wanting to be part of our country anymore and declaring your independence from our rules.’ Nope. Didn’t happen. There wasn’t even a story on the 10pm news about US Independence day or fireworks or hot dogs or baseball, oh I missed those things a bit on the 4th. So what did we do on the 4th? Well, PwC required me to go a training class entitled ‘Living and Working in the UK/UK Business Skills’. I renamed it. It will for now forward be called ‘How not to offend the Brits.’ Come to think of it, renaming their classes might be on the list. The irony of them sending me to a class on how to be British on American Independence Day was not lost on me. It was on many of my co-workers when I tried to explain it. Since I had to be in class all day Monday, Adam & I decided to go to London on Saturday and spend the weekend visiting the city. We knew this would be one of many trips, so we didn’t try to do too much. So the highlights. We took the train in and then the tube to our hotel. Both bits of transportation we managed to handle without getting lost or getting on the wrong train. This is a personal victory, I believe, because especially on their trains, they are not great at labelling which train is which. We stayed at the Club Quarters – Trafalgar Square. The hotel was okay. We were on a corporate rate, which made the price great especially for the location, but the trade off was this made the view from the room not so spectacular...
  
After checking in, we went to eat at St. Martins in the Fields church. They have a cafe in their crypt (incidentally called The Cáfe in the Crypt) that serves full hot meals for very reasonable prices. We had a roasted chicken thigh & leg, squash, potatoes, rice, a roll, and a coke for £7 each. Once we were fully sustained again, we headed to our walking tour. I’d read about in one of Rick Steve’s travel guides, but then also saw an advert for them at St. Martins. We took the ‘This is London!’ tour. It was billed as the highlights of the city tour which we thought was a great one to start off with. We walked along the Tower of London (which is more of a fortress than just a tower!) and saw Tower Bridge then we got to take a boat tour down the Thames and walk around the house of parliament, Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, and it ended back at Trafalgar Square. It was really interesting. Definitely worth the £8. They have about 100 different tours. I could see us doing another one sometime. A barrage of photos of the sights from the walk below.

We then attempted to go to Evensong at St.Pauls Cathedral. As we walked up to the church, there were hundreds of people coming out of the church. Many dressed in much nicer clothing than Adam & I. We stood there for probably 10 minutes just waiting for some sort of interpretation as to what was going on; guessing maybe a wedding or graduation ceremony. Then we saw someone with a program and were able to ascertain that it was the ordination ceremony for new deacons in the church. Because of the ceremony, they cancelled Evensong so we didn’t get to go into the church and enjoy. We opted instead for dinner...

Sunday, we had a scone, jam & hot chocolate breakfast. It’s become our new weekend morning routine. I think it could be one of my favourites :) Then we headed for some cultural learning at the National Gallery. I’m pretty sure you could spend a week in this place and still not see everything. After about 6 hours, however, our feet were tired & we’d gotten hungry so we took a break for lunch. In the afternoon we decided to go to the National Portrait Gallery (see a theme in our tours?). A couple of interesting differences. The National Gallery pieces are there because they are painted well or are ‘classic’ pieces of art where as the National Portrait Gallery pieces are included because of who they’re of or who painted them. We took a guided tour of both museums and interestingly, the NG tour focused on how the works were created (oil paint vs tempura; canvas vs wood; fan brush vs round brush, etc) and the NPG focused more on who the people were in the painting or photograph and how they were important to British history. Even more interesting -- to me...probably not to you...you know you really can stop reading at any point when you get tired of my rambling. I digress. Even more interesting was that Adam enjoyed the NG museum better but the NPG tour whereas I was exactly the opposite. I loved hearing about the art in the NG – they talked about things that I’d never heard of & probably never would have noticed. For instance, there is a piece with some trees on the left side of the painting; a few leaves of one tree are a slightly lighter shade of green than the other leaves in the tree. Why? Because the frame that was on it for the first couple hundred years of the painting’s life covered that area. When it got reframed about 80 years ago, they could see more of the tree. First of all, I never would have noticed that there were different shades along one side of the trees and secondly, I never would have figured that out! But believe me, when you come visit, I’m going to point it out to you!

After we decided we were thoroughly cultured, we decided to go to Harrods. I referred to the store, when Adam asked what to expect, as Nordstrom’s on steroids. I still don’t think he fully comprehended what was about to occur. We walked through the £1,500 men’s dress shirts before he gained some insight as to how expensive this place actually was and why we weren’t actually going to buy anything there but I kept saying I wanted to go.

When he got tired of my window shopping (from inside the windows), I told him I wanted a picture out front of the building then we could go eat dinner. Please note the extreme excitement that he is displaying in these photos.


Monday rolled around and I went to my 'Don’t be an Ugly American' training. Things like, stand in the queue; mind the gap; don’t talk too loudly; say please and thank you alot were just a few bits of wisdom I’ve taken away from this day. Adam had a much more exciting day at the Imperial War Museum. After he’s completed his scholarship application for his MBA program, he’s allowed to tell you about it. Sorry, but the task master has commanded that he has to complete that by Monday so he’s got a few more days until he can have fun again.