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sibylle pointed out correctly about an hour ago I haven’t updated in quite a while. And it’s about time to. So here it comes.
The last weekend we spent in wonderful London, my birthday gift to my even more wonderful husband, and we just had the best of times.
The guy in the travel agency had done a marvellous job in advising me about the hotel, a nice and comfortable, rather small place in South Kensington, just around the corner from the Science Museum (they had an exhibition on "Lord of the Rings"), the Museum of Natural History and the Royal Albert Hall, five minutes walking distance from the tube station. Francesco moaned a little bit about the separate beds but found it rather cosy in the end – after all, we have shared smaller beds when he still lived in Italy. *grin*
On Friday we did a lot of the usual tourist stuff – Big Ben, Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, London Eye, Oxford Street. Francesco had never been there before and naturally wanted to have the "tour". In the evening my cousin and his wife, who live in London, took us out to dinner to an incredible Japanese restaurant. I had only ever found Japanese places that served sushi, but this one was incredible and I was really sad about not being too hungry. As an added surprise my aunt from Edinburgh had come over just for the weekend to see us and joined in as well. We had a gorgeous evening and collapsed into bed (one bed!) sometime around midnight.
On Saturday I took Francesco to the place he wanted to see most of all, Abbey Road. He is a huge Beatles fan and could hardly stop himself from jumping up and down, he was so excited about seeing the street and the house and the whole quarter. Unfortunately it was raining like hell and we had committed the unforgivable mistake of travelling to London without an umbrella (I know, stupid me). So afterwards we took a short break at Paddington Station, my all-time favourite London train station, had a coffee and a good long look on the architecture before going back to the hotel and drying up. The rest of the day we spent with a couple of Francesco’s friends, a mix of Irish, English and Italian people, who showed up relatively on time – to our big surprise. We saw an exhibition at Tate Modern, took a stroll along the Millennium Bridge, which has been designed by the company one of the guys works for, and then went to a nearby curry house.
Little piece of advice for all you culinary adventurers out there: Vindaloo. Is. Just. Too. Bloody. Hot!
We were not exactly in the mood for clubbing, so we let the others finish the night in a disco while we had a romantic evening just the two of us.
Sunday was almost my favourite day, even though it was the day of departure. (Whenever I have to leave London it is always too early. I just LOVE the city.) After a lot of nagging Francesco finally got me to visit Buckingham Palace (again!), and to make up for it he joined me in an extensive stroll through St. James’ Park and Green Park. It amazes me every time to find those incredible green pockets in the otherwise noisy and crowded city. I’m not sure, but they might just be my favourite parts of London.
The flight back was far from nice, lots of turbulences, and when we finally reached home around 10 in the evening we were both nearly falling asleep on our feet.
Tonight Francesco is off again to England, this time Blackpool. From there he will go to Turin, then to Düsseldorf, then to Belgium. I guess we’ll have a rather quiet weekend this time.
sibylle pointed out correctly about an hour ago I haven’t updated in quite a while. And it’s about time to. So here it comes.The last weekend we spent in wonderful London, my birthday gift to my even more wonderful husband, and we just had the best of times.
The guy in the travel agency had done a marvellous job in advising me about the hotel, a nice and comfortable, rather small place in South Kensington, just around the corner from the Science Museum (they had an exhibition on "Lord of the Rings"), the Museum of Natural History and the Royal Albert Hall, five minutes walking distance from the tube station. Francesco moaned a little bit about the separate beds but found it rather cosy in the end – after all, we have shared smaller beds when he still lived in Italy. *grin*
On Friday we did a lot of the usual tourist stuff – Big Ben, Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, London Eye, Oxford Street. Francesco had never been there before and naturally wanted to have the "tour". In the evening my cousin and his wife, who live in London, took us out to dinner to an incredible Japanese restaurant. I had only ever found Japanese places that served sushi, but this one was incredible and I was really sad about not being too hungry. As an added surprise my aunt from Edinburgh had come over just for the weekend to see us and joined in as well. We had a gorgeous evening and collapsed into bed (one bed!) sometime around midnight.
On Saturday I took Francesco to the place he wanted to see most of all, Abbey Road. He is a huge Beatles fan and could hardly stop himself from jumping up and down, he was so excited about seeing the street and the house and the whole quarter. Unfortunately it was raining like hell and we had committed the unforgivable mistake of travelling to London without an umbrella (I know, stupid me). So afterwards we took a short break at Paddington Station, my all-time favourite London train station, had a coffee and a good long look on the architecture before going back to the hotel and drying up. The rest of the day we spent with a couple of Francesco’s friends, a mix of Irish, English and Italian people, who showed up relatively on time – to our big surprise. We saw an exhibition at Tate Modern, took a stroll along the Millennium Bridge, which has been designed by the company one of the guys works for, and then went to a nearby curry house.
Little piece of advice for all you culinary adventurers out there: Vindaloo. Is. Just. Too. Bloody. Hot!
We were not exactly in the mood for clubbing, so we let the others finish the night in a disco while we had a romantic evening just the two of us.
Sunday was almost my favourite day, even though it was the day of departure. (Whenever I have to leave London it is always too early. I just LOVE the city.) After a lot of nagging Francesco finally got me to visit Buckingham Palace (again!), and to make up for it he joined me in an extensive stroll through St. James’ Park and Green Park. It amazes me every time to find those incredible green pockets in the otherwise noisy and crowded city. I’m not sure, but they might just be my favourite parts of London.
The flight back was far from nice, lots of turbulences, and when we finally reached home around 10 in the evening we were both nearly falling asleep on our feet.
Tonight Francesco is off again to England, this time Blackpool. From there he will go to Turin, then to Düsseldorf, then to Belgium. I guess we’ll have a rather quiet weekend this time.
