Postcards from London



Thinking…

I love Tumblr - it’s so easy to use.  And I love my blog template (although it seems that it’s not loading properly the past week…).  But lately, I’ve been thinking about changing blogging platforms to blogger.  Most of the blogs I read and comment on are over there, and well, I feel a little lonely over here.  Although I’m not totally sure what I’ll do yet, I’ve set up a blog there at www.sentfromlondon.blogspot.com.  I’m going to try posting from there for a while and see how it is.  If you can, I’d love for you to follow me over there as well.  I’ll keep you updated on my final decision! 

Gratitude

When I saw Tatiana’s Weekly Gratitude posts over at Love, Life, Lace, I knew I had to get in on this.  It’s so easy to lose track of all the good things in life and focus on the things you don’t have.  

So here is what I’m grateful for in my life right now. 

  • Thank you to my husband, of course.  He has been really patient with me these past six months while I got used to living in London.  He wiped my tears, hugged me when I felt homesick, and spoiled me rotten.  I am so thankful to have such a wonderful husband. 
  • Thank you to my new job, even if it’s far from my ideal job.  It gives me something to do every day, and although I didn’t like it at first, I am slowly learning to enjoy it.  
  • Thank you, London, for the ability to travel around Europe so easily from you.  In the three weeks, we’ve been to Paris and Berlin.  And before we could get our suitcases unpacked, we planned a trip to Amsterdam!  I think I have definitely caught the travel bug. 
  • Thank you, little signs of spring!  The grass seems greener, daffodils are beginning to bloom, and trees are sprouting little flowers.  Even if it was bitterly cold this week, I can feel that spring is around the corner (at least I hope it’s around the corner!). 
  • Thank you, Covent Garden, for being such a charming little area of London.  I went for my haircut in a cute little salon there, and ended up having a lovely afternoon walking around the area.  It’s places like CG that make me like living in London just a little more.

“live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…”  - Ralph Waldo Emerson 



Berlin, Part 1

Berlin is not a city I’d normally choose to visit.  In fact, I’d never even considered for my list of places I’d like to go.  But, seeing as my husband’s friend is living there at the moment, and we’d have a free place to stay….why not?


My first impression of the city was how artistic it seemed.  Art seemed to absolutely cover Berlin’s walls.    

Everything will be okay in the end, and if it’s not okay, it’s not the end.

Because my husband’s friend has been living there for some time now, he knew lots of local spots to take us.  I felt like I got to know a little of the “inside” Berlin.  He took us to a few bars you would never have known were there.  No signs on the doors or anything.  Some of the places we went literally looked like someone’s smokey living room, with a makeshift bar plopped against one of the walls.  Definitely not places I’d usually go, but that’s what traveling is for, right?  To expand your horizons.  

We also stopped at a local Jazz club where we sipped (admittedly) bad wine and chatted over live music.  It was great.

The jazz club, whose name I forget already. 

I had never realized how fascinating Berlin’s history is.  Of course, I knew a bit about the Berlin Wall, but I’d never really thought about it.  I can’t believe it all happened such a short time ago.  We took a trip to the East Side Gallery, where part of the wall still stands.  All along it, artists painted murals expressing their feelings of the wall and its eventual fall.


I still can’t believe I was alive when this wall came down.  It seems like ages ago, but it’s actually recent history.
After seeing the wall, we continued immersing ourselves in Berlin’s fascinating history by visiting the Stasi Museum.  If you’ve ever seen the movie The Lives of Others (which I totally recommend, by the way), then you’ll know what I mean by Stasi.  Or, you know, if you paid attention in history class (which I apparently did not do, ha!).  
I’m not a history expert, but basically, I think the Stasi was an organization of state security for East Berlin.  At the museum, we learned about methods the Stasi used to ensure that no one strayed from Socialist laws and ideology.  They spied and kept files on so many people.  They used secret cameras and other surveillance technology.  They actually had hidden cameras in buttons and bags and zippers (what? I thought that stuff was fake!). The lengths they went through to spy on its citizens knocked me out!  After the wall came down and the government lost it’s power, people were able to access files the Stasi kept on them. How surreal would it be to read reports of the details of your every day life written by someone who was spying on you?  Not to sound too patriotic, but it really makes me thankful for the amount of freedom we have today.
——————————————————————————————————Berlin, Part 2 coming soon! 

Grumpy

This weekend, Andrew and I went out with some friends who were visiting London from New York.  We had an amazing time - dinner and drinks and a whole lot of catching up.  The one thing I dislike about nightlife in London is getting home at the end of a long night.  Tube trains stop running by 12 in most cases, so you’ll have to take a night bus or a cab home.    

After everyone left the bar, I looked at Andrew and said, “It’s going to be a long way home, isn’t it?” We could have taken a cab - but since we were so far from home, it seemed silly to spend that much money when there were other ways to get home.  So, we started the long walk to our bus stop. 

As we walked, I started to get more and more agitated.  I knew that even when we got to our stop, the bus could take what seems like forever to get there (381 anyone?). Questions started to run through my mind: Why don’t we ever leave early so we can just catch the tube?  Why is our bus stop always so far away from where we are?  Why do we even bother going out at all?

We cut through rows of beautiful architecture in Mayfair. We walked by Buckingham Palace and through silent, tranquil gardens.  Our path lead us by Big Ben and through the city of Westminster with all it’s old historic buildings. In the back of my mind, I remember thinking, “What are you doing girl? You are in LONDON right now, walking by some of the most famous landmarks in the city and you’re in a bad mood?” But still, I felt like stewing in my grumpiness.  

When we finally go to our bus stop, we didn’t have to wait as long as I thought.  Twenty minutes of waiting isn’t bad for a night bus!  We got onto our bus, climbed the stairs to the top deck with bleary-eyes and sat in the seats at the very front of the bus.  As we drove, I calmed down and let my inner voice come to the surface instead of pushing it aside like I’d done earlier.  I spent so much energy feeling annoyed, thinking of the whys and what-ifs, when I should have enjoyed what was going on right now.  I realized that in life, I spend too much time feeling nostalgic for the past or worrying about the future. I realized that where I should be is right here and now.

A view from the bus window.

Paris

This time last week, I was on my way to the airport.

Andrew surprised me with a weekend trip to Paris for Valentine’s Day!

We saw some sights, but didn’t worry about seeing everything.

We stayed in a beautiful hotel - probably my favorite hotel ever.  The rooms were decorated in shabby-chic-french-provencial style and the halls were studded with small chandeliers and plastered with black and white pictures.  Andrew also surprised me with champagne in our room when we returned to get ready for dinner!

We listened to romantic music on the Metro.

We sipped modern cocktails and ate in a bustling and traditional brasserie.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a trip to Paris without stopping at Ladurée for tea.

And on our last day, we woke up and had a breakfast of baguettes, yogurt and croissants, bien sûr.

Although I don’t think we’ll celebrate Valentine’s day in such a big way every year, it was nice to celebrate it in a romantic setting for our first married one.  I had an amazing time.

And I can’t wait to go back.