Spent the large majority of the day at the Victoria and Albert Museum (faaaaabulous) but eventually Nikki and I wandered around the area enough to window shop at Harrods. We didn’t actually go inside, mostly because I’d almost had a panic attack at the Natural History Museum 20 minutes previous. (Who knew I didn’t like dark rooms and small pathways in a total crush of people? Well, now I know.) But! Both Nikki and I fell madly in lurve with this colorful, playful, and exotic display of the mermaid scene during Peter Pan. When, apparently, she offers him some Chanel to keep him under the water. Huh.
😀 A good day! I love museums. I’d like shopping more if the things I wanted weren’t over 50 pounds.
Happy Christmas Eve, fools! Today we started at Notting Hill (got a Peppermint Mocha at Starbucks. Deliiiiicious!), wandered through a street of houses for ambassadors, strolled through Kensington Garden Park and played with a giant convex mirror. But not finished! Next stop: Buckingham Palace and St. James’ Park, finishing off at the House of Parliament and Westminster Abbey. All fabulous. Today I actually said “Wowza.” And not even ironically.
The above photo is in St. James’ Park, right across from Buckingham Palace. The birds are adorable if a little too comfortable around people (and the bread they sometimes bring). But more fabulous is the building you can sort-of make out in the background. Dozens of minaret-esque spires of varying levels. Gorgeous.
Paris is amazing. Fabulous. Unlike any other city I’ve ever been to. (Makes a great deal of sense, considering I have really only traveled abroad in Asia.) Wherever you look, there are fantastic old buildings butting right up against each other, even though they were built at different times. There’s history on every street. Different languages dance through the air. During Christmas, you can grab a cup of vin chaud (mulled wine) and a baguette sandwich. The streets are relatively clean, and the architecture is fabulous.
We spent the afternoon at Notre Dame and walked from there to L’Arc de Triomphe, about two kilometers away. This gorgeous stained glass is clearly Notre Dame.
I gotta say, things like Notre Dame totally make me understand why people are Christian. There is something otherworldly about the atmosphere in the church, even though it’s filled to the brim with tourists, or the occasional flash that disturbs the low-light. The ceiling towers in intricate arches overhead with carefully laid bricks adding to the decoration. And then, of course, there are the windows. Color in a grey world. Totally fabulous. At one point, I turned to Nikki and said, “You know how in books, people’s jaws drop when they’re shocked? Yeah, my jaw? It dropped. And I can’t seem to keep it shut.”
Sometimes in tourism, reputations are well deserved.
The port at Fukuoka. One of my last glimpses of Japan.
Though my students may believe that Christmas is about Santa putting presents next to your pillow after you partake in Christmas sponge cake and KFC, they do know how to get me into the Christmas spirit. Some of my hard-of-learning students made these great pinecone trees for the staff members–and they let me choose the one I wanted! (I went for the silver pipe cleaner.) It is now sitting on my desk, spreading Christmas cheer as the teachers jog to the second term finish line.
This was me:
Oh yay! I am hungry! I shall get an onigiri (rice ball) and apple, and be fabulous. But self, do not forget the shortening for our classes tomorrow.
[Guess what? Yeah. Forgets shortening.]
Fast forward to 11:30 pm. I’m just about to go to sleep.
Lalalalala, I can…NOOOOO! I FORGOT THE SHORTENING. Grumble grumble. Now I have to go back out. Grumble grumble. And buy the friggin’ shortening. Grrr. Thank goodness this is the only place open on Iki past 10! Grumble BUMBLE. BAH.