Thursday, September 4, 2014
Leaping through Kensington Gardens
After I left tea with Wills and Kate, I decided to park my chariot and walk through their gardens. I waved at the peasants and photo bombed their photographs.
In all reality though, before I left New Mexico for London, my Grandma told me I should hang out by the palace and see if I could babysit George. I tried it, and it really didn't work. Sorry Grandma I know you were really counting on me.
In all reality though, before I left New Mexico for London, my Grandma told me I should hang out by the palace and see if I could babysit George. I tried it, and it really didn't work. Sorry Grandma I know you were really counting on me.
Le Apartment. More importantly, Le Tub
As expected, Fordham partakes in no Tom Foolery when it comes to living quaters.
Here are some snapshots of our flat.
We lives a fifteen minute walk from Kensington Palace and Gardens. Kate keeps inviting me for tea, but I just haven't found the time yet:(
Our area is really nice because it is spacious and quiet and so very green.
There is a huge Iranian population on our block. Hussein from Iranian Caviaar gave me a free clementine as a symbol of our newly formed friendship. I highly suggest everyone buy their Tah-chin and pistachios from there. They are so very good.
Oh, and we have a bathtub. As is evident from previous posts, it is my favorite spot in London so far.
Here are some snapshots of our flat.
We lives a fifteen minute walk from Kensington Palace and Gardens. Kate keeps inviting me for tea, but I just haven't found the time yet:(
Our area is really nice because it is spacious and quiet and so very green.
There is a huge Iranian population on our block. Hussein from Iranian Caviaar gave me a free clementine as a symbol of our newly formed friendship. I highly suggest everyone buy their Tah-chin and pistachios from there. They are so very good.
Oh, and we have a bathtub. As is evident from previous posts, it is my favorite spot in London so far.
View from the Tub
View next to the tub.
View standing inside the tub.
Bedroom.
Window.
Kitchen and Laundry Room.
Living Room.
Night View.
Just Touched Down in London Town/ Rooftop Playing at the Met
Hi Friends, Family, and Rams,
As the post suggests, I have successfully planted my feet in London. I made a 50 year old best friend on the plane. He is a flight attendant and lives on a boat house on the edge of London. Liam invited me to come have a cup 'o tea and dinner at his estate with him. Liam is a retired chef and absolutely fabulous, so to say my introduction to London was outstanding is to say the least.
I will get to all the hot London details, but first, I need to rave about my 36 hour love affair with NYC. All of my friends had real lives and school, thus I found myself lost in translation admit the City I love to dearly. I dreamed to one day visit the rooftop garden at the Met, which proudly I did this year. In preparation for traveling to a foreign country, I made a stab at taking on the role by pretending I was exotic and from Brazil. The one lady I asked directions for spoke Portuguese, so I quickly receded back to my proud American self.
The garden beat my wildest expectations. The architects carefully layered each glass panel and greenery to project images which created a masterpiece. The reflections of the skyscrapers with the green backdrop made me drool.
Urban gardening makes my feel some type of way
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As the post suggests, I have successfully planted my feet in London. I made a 50 year old best friend on the plane. He is a flight attendant and lives on a boat house on the edge of London. Liam invited me to come have a cup 'o tea and dinner at his estate with him. Liam is a retired chef and absolutely fabulous, so to say my introduction to London was outstanding is to say the least.
I will get to all the hot London details, but first, I need to rave about my 36 hour love affair with NYC. All of my friends had real lives and school, thus I found myself lost in translation admit the City I love to dearly. I dreamed to one day visit the rooftop garden at the Met, which proudly I did this year. In preparation for traveling to a foreign country, I made a stab at taking on the role by pretending I was exotic and from Brazil. The one lady I asked directions for spoke Portuguese, so I quickly receded back to my proud American self.
The garden beat my wildest expectations. The architects carefully layered each glass panel and greenery to project images which created a masterpiece. The reflections of the skyscrapers with the green backdrop made me drool.
Urban gardening makes my feel some type of way
Saturday, August 9, 2014
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