Blues to Bop 2009

Back at TASIS with the whole Gang!

August 29

This weekend Allyson came back to Lugano for probably the best weekend out of the year...Blues to Bop! We spent the morning wandering around Lugano, eating lunch at Argentino, shopping at H & M and of course buying wine at Manor. A typical day for Lizzie, Allyson and I, making us feel as if we had never left for the summer.

After taking a breather at my apartment, while I put down a rug, hung several pictures and enjoyed a glass of wine on my balcony we started the process of gathering everyone at my apartment to head down town for dinner with all of the ES ladies. In true TASIS fashion we were finishing up the high school teachers strolled down and joined us making it a rather large crew roaming the streets in the search of the band called The Flag, and a couple of drinks of course.

Allyson, Lizzie and I enjoying Blues to Bop!

By 10:30 we found our band, pushed our way to the front and danced the night away before becoming crazy groupies and stalking them backstage.

The Flag

Getting into the Flag

The ES Ladies

Freddy aka Superstar!

Allyson and Igor, one of the singers from The Flag

Around 3:30 A.M. we broke down the barrier and the band jumped the gate to join the common folk

and to take a couple of jumping pictures with us. Which they got really into.

Around 4:30 we decided maybe we should call it a night because we had our 1st faculty meeting the next morning, that I was expected to speak at.

Sunday was extremely low key. We went to Morcote for lunch and then back to my place to relax until heading out to Courtney's house for her Third Time's A charm party for all those who were a part of our incoming class. It was great to see them all and catch up without the new people around and before all the craziness of schedules begins.

Then of course we had to do a dinner at Bella Vista for Allyson's last dinner in Lugano; at least for this trip. It was a good night. It brought to my attention how much fun we have all had together and the friendships that are probably going to last a lifetime.

Father Daughter Adventures

White Water Rafting Down the Grand Canyon!!!

Sunday, July 5

The trip has begun. We loaded the plane only to be deplaned due to the airline needing to wait for a 1st officer. As my heart sank just thinking the worse that we wouldn't make our connection on Monday in Vegas we got in line awaiting our fate. A great fate it turned out being. We switched from U.S. Airways to Continental. Ran through the Rochester airport, caught the plan and were upgraded to 1st class. It's going to be a great trip!

Monday, July 6

After a leisurely start to our day we boarded an eighteen seat plane heading for Whitmore International airport in the center of the Arizona strip. This airport is literally a little dirt mixed with gravel in the middle of a canyon, with nothing else around it. From here we headed to the Bar 10 Ranch where we spent the rest of our day.

Learning a little history about the Ranch which was built in 1983 and it is still run by the 2 youngest sons. Caring for over 1000 cattle on 250,000 acres of land. In their free time the family entertains river runners like Dad and I.

Before dinner we challenged a brother and sister to a game of horse shoes where I demonstrated that I have no throwing skills. Then it was off to skeet shooting where Dad hit both birds while I again had no skills.

Then finally the best part of the day, after dinner we went for an ATV ride through the canyon to engagement point. Absolutely beautiful and it was given it's name because the oldest son proposed to his wife at this point, then took a helicopter into the sunset over the Grand Canyon. Actually to the point here we will be flying tomorrow to start the rafting portion of our trip.

The evening ended with a show put on by the cowboys and girls of the Bar 10 Ranch. They sang, danced, recited poetry and played the harmonica.

Tuesday, July 7

Waking up bright and early for a true cowboy breakfast starting off right. Then we packed our bags, got our quick drying clothes on and headed outside where a helicopter was waiting to shuttle us to the canyon base. They started off by taking every ones weight to balance the copter correctly. I luckily got placed in the cockpit and had quite a ride. Only taking six minutes we stormed through the Arizona Strip cutting sharply over the ridge and dove into the canyon. My 1st glimpse was absolutely amazing.

Once everyone had been shuttled in we met Tony, Steve, Lynsey, Kelly, and Robert our guides for the next 3 days. They got us all situated with dry bags and life jackets before boarding the boats to get our feet wet on the little rapids. Which we all thought were quite big till we found out they didn't even get ranked in the difficulty of rapids.

After stopping for lunch and then again for a swim / potty break we headed for Kulb Falls a level 8 rapid on a scale of 10. It was a great ride but I have to say I was a little disappointed I wasn't on the front tubes where the real wild ride was. A short while down the river we stopped to set up camp. This process consists of a fire line to unload the boats, setting up the cots while our guides set up the kitchen and outhouse. A very luxurious camp.

After group bathing time we enjoyed a meal of hearty spaghetti with mushrooms, onions, meat and a ton of other great things in the sauce. I of course gorged myself and still had room for cheese cake for dessert.

The evening conversation may have been the best part. Dad and I are on a trip with two huge families. So we have bonded with the guides right away. Tonight we talked about Truffle hunting. We will see what tomorrow brings.

Wednesday, July 8

The night along the river was rather pleasant with the water flowing by. We were all asleep by 8:30 because the lights went out. It was a good thing because we woke up bright and early when the sun came up and there was the call for coffee. Breakfast was amazing with eggs to order, blueberry and lemon poppy seed muffins and hash browns. Again plenty to eat. Then we were off putting in around mile 212 and going a short ways to pumpkin springs. A bowl of water formed by travertine. We took the opportunity to make a few jumps off a 20 ft cliff. I had to just run and jump to make it.

Back on the water we hit a few small rapids warming up for the afternoon. Three Springs Canyon, Granite Springs, and finally Diamond Creek Rapid before stopping for a gourmet lunch. After lunch we turned a corner and stopped at Travertine Grotto where we hiked up a waterfall by using a series of ropes and ladders. And of course I had to get a jumping picture.

Then back on the boat for the real excitement the 3 largest rapids of the trip. I jumped on the front barrels for the 1st through Travertine Falls. They were huge and I was told after that I was higher then the rest of the boat when we hit. I'm just glad I hung on. Next big one was Honeymoon falls. Named after Bessie and Glen Hyde who disappeared in 1928 at mile 232. There boat was found but they never were. The final rapid of the day was Bridge Canyon rapid where dad rode the front tube and I was in the chicken coop taking pictures.

From then on it was just flat water and relaxing on the boat. I have to admit I took a little snooze along the way. At camp we found a great place right on the beach to put up our cots for the night. Once I was all set up I waded out into the water for my smile break and I noticed a great current I could float on. I grabbed my life jacket waded out and caught the current that whipped me down past the boats. I only had to swim a little towards shore before I caught the ghetty that swept me back up and around. I took the trip 3 times before I decided to get out and bath for the night.

Dinner was exciting again. Steve had told us that it was going to be a captains dinner and the attire was black tie. I never would have guessed that when I turned the corner all the guides would be in skirts. The guys as well but Robert was shirtless with a bow tie to have the true affect. Dinner was fantastic again with steak and rainbow trout accompanied by green beans, rolls, and cake for dessert. A very tasty treat.

Then came the entertainment. Steve broke out his guitar and played the 4 songs he knew. Then once the sun went down Kelly wowed us all by spinning fire. Then instruments were brought out and a make shift band was put together for a couple more songs before we retired for the night only to be woken up by the full moon coming over the canyon at 4:30 a.m.

Thursday, July 9

The fourth day and final day of our rafting adventure. We woke up bright and early again because we had a 3 hour float down the river to Lake Mead and the jet boats that would take us the rest of the way.

Nothing too exciting happened except surfing on the raft, hula hooping and taking jumping pictures. We also learned a few things while we watched the canyon slowly disappear before our eyes into the water.

The coolest part however was the jet boat when the Colorado river dramatically turned from dirty muddy water to bright blue of Lake Mead. After a short ride we reached the dock, unloaded and reloaded a bus to Las Vegas via the Hoover Dam.

Back at the hotel we took time to relax before picking up the car and getting ready for our trip to Zion tomorrow. We went down the strip to The Bellagio for dinner at Noodles and then caught the tail end of the water show out front before walking home to bed.

Friday, July 10

Let's see, there were a good amount of events today. We left Las Vegas around 9 am heading for Zion National Park. We reached our lodge a little after one because we stopped at Springdale Organic Farm for sandwiches and cinnamon apple crisps. After dropping all of our gear we headed to the visitors center to get the lay of the land and to catch the shuttle up the scenic drive.

Zion is unlike anything I have seen before. The cliffs are red sandstone with shear rock faces going up 1000's of feet. There are very few trees or greenery throughout the entire park which is a drastic contrast to everything in the Alps. Our 1st hike took us to the emerald ponds. These ponds were named this in the 20's because of the algae that grows giving off the emerald color. First we went to the lower falls which I think were the most impressive with waterfalls coming off the cliffs above hitting the algae covered rocks below.

Then we hiked up to the upper falls which was set back in the canyon and the falls let out in a pond below. Finally we finished the loop at the middle falls directly above the lower falls on an overhanging rock. This pond was completely filled with tadpoles that 3 boys were engrossed in catching. After the hike Dad and I indulged in a chocolate vanilla twist before catching the bus to the weeping rock.

The Weeping Rock was very similar to the Emerald Falls in its greenness. However, this green came from the trees and plants growing vertically out of the sandstone rock face. The reason the rock got it's name is because the water seeps out of the rocks at a significant rate creating the weeping affect. This only took us about 15 minutes to see so we caught the next bus to the Temple of Sinawava to take the Riverside walk. This walk was very beautiful along a river bed. The most interesting part was the deer we saw that had a full rack. I would have liked to go farther than the path allowed into the Narrows but we didn't have the proper gear to wade down the river to where the canyon narrows significantly.

At this part it was rather late so we caught a shuttle back to the car and headed to dinner at the Bit and Spur. A place that came highly recommended by a variety of people. It definitely lived up to those recommendations and we had a great evening of beer and food.

Saturday, July 11

4:30 A.M wake up call for a 5:30 drive through the park. We arrived at Zion Mountain Guides at 6:30 where we met Zack our guide for the day. We drove about another hour outside the park to a town called Leeds and to a Canyon called Yankee Doodle.

We unloaded the Jeep, grabbed all our gear and walked to a cliffs edge. With very little information or training Dad was hooked up and repelling down the 1st drop. Probably one of the most difficult because after a couple of steps down the rock face it cut in sharply and we had to rely solely on the rope and use our arm strength to repel to the bottom.

The next one had a tricky entrance with a bolder in the way that we had to climb around it, not holding the rope. I went down 1st for this one carrying our pack. I thought it was fantastic because at one point I had to push off and jump from one spot to another, flying through the air.

From there on out we didn't use the ropes anymore and had to rely on our strength and using our arms, legs, and backs to shimmy between rocks and down the canyon. It reminded me a lot of when kids climb up door frames. The only difference being we had a longer fall below us. But Dad and I completed them all successfully, truly impressing Zack with our beginner skills.

The last part of the adventure consisted of us climbing up a steep portion of rock. There were points where we had to use our hands and feet to pull ourselves up. A simpler version of rock climbing. But when we reached the top we felt successful and I think Dad is ready for more adventures.

Later that day, after lunch, Dad and I headed towards Angel's Landing. The hike that everyone we talked to recommended and told us it is a must do. It was about 2 pm and 107 degrees. We walked about 20 minutes towards Walters Wiggles and decided we weren't feeling the 2 hour hike up in the scorching sun so we turned around and headed back down, and into town before driving to Vegas.

Our adventure is over this time around. However, I have a feeling Dad and I will be traveling again and trying out more wild and crazy things.

The Almalfi Coast

Exploring with Pataki

Friday, April 17

Up bright and early for a jam packed day. We flew from Milan to Naples, got in our rental and navigated through the dump! Naples to both Lisa and my shock was so run down, dirty, and extremely crowded, even to for driving. So we headed straight for Pompeii. Lisa didn't know that to start but I wanted to make sure to see something cultural this weekend.

The ruins. With Lisa manning the map and I had purchased an audio guide we wandered our way through the city that had been destroyed when Mt. Vesuvius blew it's top. I couldn't believe the sheer size of the city and the extent to what was inside. From cathedrals, central forums with a backdrop of Vesuvius, markets, and quite elaborate homes with some frescoes still visible on the walls. They told us we needed to allow 2 and a half hours to make our way through but we are speedy and within an hour of arriving we were on our way to Sorrento and the Hotel Antiche Mura.

Once we were all checked in we wandered the streets to La Basilica for our first Napoli pizza and it was fantastic. Now the adventure begins with Lisa leading the way through the streets of Sorrento trying to find the water. However, we are located on the side of a cliff and that requires heading down 3 flights of stairs and walking down a narrow cobblestone road shared with buses and cars. But we made it to the main port and grabbed a boat to Capri to see the Azurre Grotta or Blue Cave. Little did we know that was going to be a challenging task because we missed the last boat by 5 minutes and we needed to round up 6-10 people to fill another. So while we waited for that to happen we strolled the streets looking to negotiate a possible private tour. We got an offer of 60 euros to see the other 4 caves but not the choice one so we headed back to the docks to wait and hope for people to come. Come they did in a pack of 4 old doctors attending a conference. And they loved us! Before even getting on the boat they started taking pictures of the group. Then again on the boat while Mario navigated his way to the opening.

At the Blue Cave we had to leave our big boat behind to get into a small dingy that could make it through the minuscule opening only when we were laying flat on our backs on the bottom of the boat. Then throughout our time inside our rower sang to us explaining the blue glow created from the sun reflecting off the rocks. While at night the glow is white from the moon. It was absolutely amazing.

Back on Capri Lisa and I joined the doctors for limoncello at a nearby bar. Then we strolled or huffed in my case up to the center through a narrow alley and by climbing many stairs. But it was well worth it. The views and the square were beautiful. The shops were even better with Lisa buying a Roberto Cavelli dress for a wedding she is attending this summer. With dress in hand we jumped on the local boat back to Sorrento.

We ended the night with aperitifs at a Bar in the main square of Kir Royal, olives and peanuts. Then a personal driver arrived to take us to dinner on the outskirts of town at a restaurant called Da Filippo. A local restaurant with a lot of flair and a waiter, Salvatore, who absolutely loved us and wanted to take us out when his shift was done. But we were fast asleep!

Saturday, April 18

Lazy Saturday's don't exist in the land of tourism. Lisa and I had an agenda and we were going to keep it. Granted this agenda was designed solely around eating but it did include many sights as well. After a fantastic breakfast we got in the car, driving along the coast to 3 destinations in mind; Ravello, Amalfi, and Positano.

The drive was slightly intense on the cliffs, along narrow winding roads. The worst part was heading up to Ravello where the roads got narrower and they had men stationed at the beginning and end of some sections controlling the bus traffic. We got in a tight squeeze with a jag that was as wide as the road and shouldn't have been there. We made it through with no scratches.

Lisa and I went t0 Ravello upon a recommendation from the concierge. It is a small town that overhangs Amalfi and is basically only known for its views. The one sight in town was the 11th century cathedral that has a marble pulpit with six lions crouched at the base. On the other side of the square is Villa Rufolo with beautiful gardens to wander through. We walked in and looked around but were too cheap to pay the entrance fee.

Back in the car with the thought of stopping Amalfi. Until we actually reached it with our stomachs grumbling for lunch and there were tour buses everywhere and people crowding the streets. We kept going along the cliffs to Positano for lunch at a recommended restaurant Il Capitone. We were told parking was impossible so we looked at all the spots along the road. Each making me more nervous. Then we saw a sign for the center of town and headed down the one way winding road where we found an actual parking lot. We continued down that road looking for Il Capitone and to our dismay it was closed. What a devastating blow. This was the most important stop on our agenda for the day. However, as we continued all the way t the beach it wasn't hard to find another restaurant with a fantastic view.

Positano is interesting. Both Lisa and I thought we were going to love it based on the reviews and descriptions. It was very picturesque and it had the many steps we kept hearing about which of course Lisa made me walk. We spent the day walking through expensive boutiques, pastel colored houses and listening to many study abroad kids on their spring breaks.

Again I made Lisa do the one and only tourist sight in all of Positano. The Chiesa di Santa Maria Assunta, with its ceramic dome which can be seen about anywhere in Positano. When we walked in we realized they were preparing for a wedding. Little did we know the wedding was starting in 30 minutes and they were still letting tourists through and the church wasn't ready. Not my style but to each there own. From the steps high above we watched the bride and her father walk in.

Then we continued our trek up the steps looking for our car and heading back to Sorrento for a little peace and reprieve from all the bustle. And just maybe a little power nap before hitting the shops along the main road, wandering into one of the many cathedrals along the way before heading back to our favorite bar in Piazza Tasso for an aperitif and more wonderful olives.

Tonight's dinner was not as fantastic as the rest but still tasty. We went to Gigino down one of the Pedestrian walkways. Both of us settled for seafood but the best part of the meal was our bottle of wine, Morrellino de Scanso. The same as I had in Venice and adored. It was an early night again but a fantastic day and a great end to our whirlwind trip.

Southern Portugal

Adventures in the Algrave...or at least trying to stay dry!

Monday April 13

On my own! I said Goodbye to Dad this morning at 5:30 when he headed for the airport. I wasn't too far behind him heading for my flight south to Faro. It was only a 35 minute flight but of course I as able to fit in a little nap in the air. When I landed in Faro I picked up my rental car. Yes I am a spoiled traveler and at the last minute on Sunday decided it would be nice to be able to drive along the coast and not worry about trains or buses that seem to be extremely unreliable. And on top of that I have been carrying my GPS all week for my last portion with Lisa. Mise well put it to use!

The drive was beautiful and uneventful. 91 km from Faro to Lagos. The most exciting part was trying to find Dina's Guesthouse, the hostel I am staying at for the next couple of nights. The last turn was a tight squeeze and there was a period where I thought I might be paying for some scratches. But I cleared it, checked in and set out for Sagres and Sao do Vincente.

My first stop was Cabo Sao Vincente at the southwest tip of Europe called by the Portugeaus O Fim do Mundo (The End of the World) The only sight to see here is the much isolated Faro de Sao Vincente aka the St. Vincente Lighthouse.

The beacon is said to have the strongest reflectors in Europe. The views from the cliff were remarkable. I was starving at this point so I grabbed a Bratwurst and received a certificate certifying that I had indeed been to the most Westernly point in Europe.

On my way again. I drove along the coast towards Sagres stopping occasionally at ruins of churches and the famous Fortaileza de Sagres. However, I was feeling cheap and I think I have seen quite a few fortresses so I didn't actually make it inside. Instead I continued on to Lagos where I parked the car, hoping it will be there tomorrow, dropped off a bunch of stuff and headed out to explore.

I walked along a rocky / sandy path across the tips of the cliffs overlooking some amazing beaches. The way they have been formed and the beautiful surroundings got me very excited to lay out tomorrow.
I even checked out some postcard pictures to figure out where I should go for the best experience.



Along the way I came across a fort on the water's edge that was also the home of a small marina. There wasn't a ton of information as to what it's significance was but it sums up a lot of what Portugal is.


At about 6 I was hungry and by myself. Restaurants usually don't serve till 8 because of the culture of the aperitif time, so I choose an outdoor restaurant and ordered a beer to kill time before ordering another and a pizza. When the pizza arrived I again had the realization I was on my own and probably wouldn't be eating as well. Not because I wasn't willing to pay but rather I didn't want to go to a busy restaurant late at night and eat by myself. So I settled for an early dinner of a DiGiorno's Pizza or at least that is what it tasted like. With a full belly I made my way home to check my e-mail and I was fast asleep by 8:30.

Tuesday, April 14

Chasing the Sun or chasing the clouds. I am not really sure which I did today. After going to bed so early the night before I was up bright and early and extremely energetic. So I decided to take a run and explore the beach across the footbridge. I ran down the main shopping street that was completely deserted at 8:20 and also when I got back at 9:30. I was shocked that there weren't even people having coffee. Anyhow, the beach I ran on is probably the only beach in all of the Algrave that is not closed in by cliffs. It stretched for about 2 miles with flat land completely surrounding it. I was glad I ran it because I wouldn't be visiting it during the day with all the scenic options available.

Back at my hostel I got ready for a day at the beach. Purchased a towel, stopped at the market for some fruit and then on the road to Alrove and Portimao. Supposedly two beautiful must see locations. After 3 stops in Alrove, I finally came across a good beach in the cliffs. Walking down a steep path, past a snack bar and through two small beaches and caves I came out to an exclusive beach just for me!

There was a little sun and a lot of wind so I laid out my towel, opened up my book and tried to soak up the sun with my sweatshirt still on. About 45 minutes in the clouds rolled in and so did the rain. I packed up and headed back to the car for Portimao.

I had some hope because the clouds looked to be behind me. But that was not the case. As I sat eating lunch along the beach the clouds rolled in again this time with more force than a little shower. As all the showers in Portugal go, it was quick. Looking at the sky it looked clear over Lagos, so I headed west, hopefully towards the sun...again. Found a beach, read maybe a chapter if I was lucky and then it started. All out storm, and I got soaked!!! My hopes for sun had been drowned, so I gave up and went back to my hostel to drop things off before treating myself to Mint Chocolate chip ice cream and stroll down the center.

It was a sad night. I was home by 5:30 and I didn't go out again. I finished my book, watched a little National Geographic as the rain came down outside. I also finally broke into my Easter bunny from Allyson. It was a tasty dinner treat.

Wednesday, April 15

Easy to sum up the day. Woke up early to rain. Sun peaked out, got coffee, more rain. Sent an e-mail to Mom and Dad, saw hopes of sun...grabbed my towel, laid down on the beach with 4 other crazies, followed by rain. Sun for another 20 minutes, then full on thunderstorm where I found cover in the arch of a cave.


Chilled to the bone, I went and put jeans on before grabbing lunch and had 2 cups of coffee, while there were 3 showers. So I went back to the hostel, watched an old version of Cruel Intentions that I didn't know existed. At about 6:30 I thought I would grab a beer, but it rained. The streets were deserted and so were the bars. Home by 7:30 for a dinner of an orange and a viewing of Jaws!

A quality day all around!

Thursday, April 16

On the road again. I left Lagos behind, heading for Milan for the night, while meeting up with Lisa. Then we are off to Naples tomorrow!

Bike Portugal

Pictures to come...just trying to catch up!

April 4 - April 12, 2009

Day 1 ~ Saturday, April 4
Lisbon

Dad and I met mid afternoon at the Lisbon airport on our way to the Tivoli Lisboa hotel. He had already been upgraded to 1st class for his long flight and the good news continued as we got upgraded to a suite because the hotel was completely overbooked and the room we were suppose to have had not been checked out of yet.

Once we got settled in we set off by foot down Avenida Liberdade, a tree lined street sparkled with all the high end stores along the way. We were heading for Rossio, Lisbon´s main square.

Then we continued on to the water down a pedestrian only walkway,

through a few archways, dodging one or two trams as we crossed the road.

Upon recommendation from one of my student´s families who happened to be on my flight we strolled up a steep cobblestone road to Se´Cathedral. The Cathedral was in the process of getting ready for Palm Sunday, with huge Palm fronds adorning all the stone pillars.

The churches here are are drastically different from those in Italy. They are very dark, cold and simple. They don't have all the intricate paintings and saints everywhere, with the dominate color being stone.

The next stop on our trek was Miradouro Santa Luzia. Outside the church there was a terraced garden with people lounging, listening to music and enjoying the views.

The exterior of the church had remnants of tiles that use to depict the siege of the castle. These tiles are called azulejos.

Finally we reached our main destination, Castelo Sao Jorge. This castle was constructed by the Moors at the highest point in Lisbon. It provided many great views along the walls. There were a couple of places that were slightly scary because there were no guard rails or very small ones.

After seeing the castle we headed back to the hotel to get cleaned up and take a little snooze before dinner. The same family had also recommended a place for dinner. So we made reservations at Pap´Acorda.

This restaurant was located on a steep pedestrian walkway that almost looked like an alley and at points was slightly questionable considering the atmosphere and stores that lined the streets. However, upon entering the restaurant it was a completely different feel, as I suspected considering the recommendation. It was great and Dad and I both had our first of many fish dinners. Dad was braver then I having Cod with Acorda, a typical bread and garlic mash, while I stuck with the Tuna Portuguese style, which consisted of garlic, whole peppers, in olive oil. They were both fantastic meals. I have a feeling we are going to eat well on this trip.

Day Two ~ Sunday April 5
Transfer from Lisbon to Obidos

This morning Dad and I woke up and got ready to start our adventure. We met Pedro in the lobby and found out that we were two of four people on the trip. There were two women from Norway, Brita and Hana, who actually didn't know each other and had booked separately.

We drove from Lisbon to Obidos, a small medieval town still surrounded by the fortress walls. All of the houses inside are painted white with either blue or yellow outlining. Our hotel was one of these little homes,

with an outdoor patio at it's center

where all of our bikes were stored.

After a little debriefing about how the trip was going to work we headed out to find a place for lunch. As soon as we left our hotel our noses were filled with the scent of lavender. Today was Palm Sunday and they had scattered the streets with branches of lavender and decorated all the statues and entrance ways with palms.

A little ways down the path, Pedro stopped to introduce us to his favorite liquor, Ginja. It is a cherry drink served in a chocolate cup. Absolutely fantastic and tasty as well. Except of course Dad successfully spilled on his white shirt.

After walking for quite some time up to the edge of the castle wall and back down again we found a cute little outdoor cafe for lunch. I broke from tradition and had an omelet instead of fish. But dad held true and had this contraption of Cod, garlic, mayonnaise, and butter. I swear he has no taste buds.

Next stop was wandering the castle walls with Brita and Hana. Pedro thought it was about a kilometer around and once we got to the top we realized it was probably true. The whole town looks much bigger from the street. There were great views of the interior

and countryside from the wall.

The only scary part was that there was no railing and only about a two foot pathway. That would never happen in the states.

Later that afternoon we were able to watch a procession into evening mass. It was interesting because there were so many scouts in the area participating in the mass.

Since we didn't have much more to do around town, Pedro suggested trying out our bikes. So we took them for a spin outside the castle walls. The only downfall was the steep climb on the way back up. Dad and I made it, so hopefully that is a good sign for the rest of the trip.

Working so hard for that little spin meant that we definitely needed to cool down with a beer. We found tables outside the castle walls with all the locals who had just gotten out of church. Everyone having beers and eating peanuts was a great way to end a ride as well as kick off the first day of our bike trip.

Day Three ~ Monday, April 6
Obidos to Nazare 45 km

The first day of riding and I have to admit I was a little nervous. We were schedule to ride 45 km/27 miles from Obidos to Nazare. I have never ridden more than 30 minutes on a bike in a gym or an hour outside leisurely with my dad. I was starting to have second thoughts about this whole bike trip thing.

The six of us met up for breakfast, got a debriefing about the ride, packed our bags and left the castle walls.

We started with a downhill, which I can definitely do. We stopped not too far from the castle to take pictures from the outside. I have to say it is quite impressive to think that the castle was built so long ago on such a high peak. The engineering must have been amazing.

We stopped a couple of more times. The first being at S. Martinho Do Porto (Shell Beach) known for its wind surfing. I was definitely ready for a break. We had only ridden for 10 km but I wasn't use to it and

The second for a snack at the bottom of a long climb and descent. That was when we were 2/3 of the way. The last third started with a 160 km climb over a period of 7 km. I didn't think that was bad when they said it but I was happy when we reached the top, right when the rain started. But it was all downhill from there into the coastal town of Nazare. And I have to admit my bottom was ready to get off of that seat. I am very glad I made the purchase of bike shorts because this trip would not be possible without them.

We dropped off our bikes, showered, met up again for lunch and then too the ascensore, aka the funiculare, to the vista high above the beach.

Here there was a beautiful church, Chapel of Sao Giao, in the square.

We also marveled at alder women wearing the traditional dress of 7 skirts and high argyle knee socks. Now that wouldn't be that bad if the seven skirts were all the same color, pattern, or tone. However, these were not. They were all different colors, crazy patterns and then the socks would be completely off the wall. Very interesting fashion choice indeed.

Once we saw all the sights we took the ascensore back down to the beach where Dad and I separated from the rest of the group to buy postcards and stamps. We needed to stop by the hotel for a bit before heading out to sit on the beach with a beer to write our letters. However, we never made it because we decided to take a 15 minute nap that turned into an hour. Leaving us little time to walk the beach before meeting up with the group for dinner.

Tonight I was extremely brave, while Dad stuck with his Cod. That is shredded cod with hashbrowns and egg. I had Octopus and Rice which as very similar to a stew with tomato sauce just filled to the brim with big pieces of octopus and a ton of other seafood.

Day Four ~ Tuesday, April 7
Nazare to Praia De Vieira 50 km

Today we took off from the beach town of Nazare heading for Praia De Vieira only a short 50 km or 31 miles away. Dad and I were a little nervous when we were getting ready because all we could see were grey skies and at times all out rain storms. As we were loading up our van to drive to the vista to start, the sky opened up and it started to sprinkle but it passed by quickly. At the vista we took our beginning picture.

This one is special because we were able to get one of the peanut ladies wearing her 7 skirts and argyle socks to pose with us. However, not without her mentioning we should buy something before heading out.

Today's ride was relatively easy and uneventful. We rode through a national forest filled with pine trees planted log ago for the production of ships. The whole ride was filled with the smell of sap and pine. I found it fantastic while Nuno wasn't a huge fan.

At one of the 1st towns we passed through along the coast we picked up a four legged friend who ran next to us a good 10 km till we stopped for lunch, gave him some water and a burger. Then we were on our way again.

This time for 15 km, 12 of which were down a perfectly straight road, with little change in altitude or scenery. Not the most intriguing way to finish a day but pleasant on the legs.

When we reached the town of Vieira there was little to do but grab some beers, stroll along the beach, read a couple of chapters, and of course take a midafternoon nap before meeting up for dinner.

Tonight was a little different because we all piled into the van to head one town back called S. Pedro de Muel. We went to a little restaurant overlooking the ocean. We never saw a menu and were just asked meat or fish. All of us said fish so the waiter brought you a huge platter of various types caught that day. Mind you they weren't cooked yet. We decided on sea bass and they prepared the whole fish for the 5 of us to share accompanied by cabbage, potatoes and acorda (a traditional Portuguese dish made up of mashed bread, olive oil, garlic, cilantro and who knows what else.) After dinner was followed by a great desserts, a cherry liquor, and lemon sorbet. Needless to say I was stuffed and should sleep well.

Day 5 ~ Wednesday, April 8
Praia de Vieira to Batalha 45 km

Today it got harder. At least that is what Nuno kept telling us. We started out with an uneventful 30 km taking us to Leira the town where Nuno is from. We stopped at a nice cafe for lunch and actually got to meet his mom. Before leaving Pedro behind to watch the bikes as we walked up to the Castle of Leira.

The castle was also a Palace for Queen Isabella. We were able to walk into one of the 1st cathedrals in Portugal, now it is in complete ruins but the outer walls and general shape were still visible.

Then we headed inside to the Palace were today they host many concerts and special events. When we went out on the patio outside of the main hall we were able to take in the sights below and Nuno pointed out where as a boyscout he use to scale the castle walls. Which is no longer allowed.

Once we saw all the sights we were on our way for the last 15 km of the ride. The so called tough part. The climb was 4 km long and consisted of 140 km elevation gain. At first we were all nervous because Nuno and Pedro had been talking it up. However, it wasn't that bad because it wove back and forth with hairpin turns up the mountain. We all successfully made it without any glitches or walking. Then we got to enjoy the last bit with a downhill all the way to the hotel.

After a beer, a quick shower, a pizza and another beer we were ready to see the Monastery that Batalha is known for. We walked through the interior.

Then outside to the imperfect Cathedral that was never finished. The outer structure was there but the roof was never completed. It really makes you wonder about the times and the funding of the Catholic Church.

After our sightseeing we needed to stop and do what we do best. Drink coffee...decaf for me for at least 3 more days. However, I had a brilliant idea that we should try a jumping picture and asked the waiter to take it for us. The best shot we got after 4 times was with Brita and no one else in the air. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

Dinner tonight was fantastic. We went to a place called Vino for any Circumstance. It was like the steak houses of the states as far as atmosphere goes with wine lining the walls and dark wood furniture. But it stops there with similarities because then it is Portuguese fine dining with fish options and of course Cod. Dad went for the Duck while I tried Grilled Turbot with sun dried tomatoes and augratin potatoes. The best part was the wine, Cresta coming from the Douca region. It had been recognized in Wine Spectator earlier this year as one to try.

Day 6 ~ Thursday, April 9
Batalha to Fatima to Batalha 61 km

Wow!!! What a day. We rode a loop from Batlha through the beautiful Serra de Airee Candeeiros Natural Park, to Fatima then back to Batlha. It consisted of 3 intense climbs and a total of 61 km or 37.9 miles. We rode the 1st 40 km in 4 hours without very many breaks and completed all the uphills. The 1st in the long run was a joke in comparison to the 2nd and 3rd. Dad was not happy during them but he made it. While we were in Fatima the other riders asked his age and they were impressed with his accomplishments. As am I.

Fantastic Fatima. We were all so excited to reach Fatima. One for the significance it held and also because it meant we were going to take a break, see some sights and eat lunch. While Pedro and Nuno put together our picnic, Dad, Hanna, Brita and I went into Fatima.

It all began May 13, 1917 when 3 young shepherds reported seeing the Virgin Mary in a field at Cova de Iria, near the village. The Virgin promised to return on the 13th of each month for the next 5 months. Which she did, revealing 3 secrets, which over time have all come true. Thus making this the sight of many pilgrimages for the Roman Catholics. At times many of the Catholics go the last mile on their knees or circle the sight a number of times hoping for a miracle or healing.

Upon entering Fatima, we were very mature and took our 1st of what I hope will be a couple jumping pictures.

Then we went into the Basilica, and out to the actual sight were the Virgin 1st appeared. There were 4 women on their knees making the rounds at that time. Two of them were assisted by people standing making me assume they were there for the healing powers. Finally we went and lit candles for the family, before heading to see the new church built at the far end of the plaza.

Once we got our fill of religion, we went back to get our fill of food. Sandwiches, sardines, tuna, vegetables, and to wrap it all up the traditional Easter pastry that has two hard boiled eggs still in their shell at the center. Very tasty!

With full bellies we were back on our bikes for only 6 km before stopping for our coffee break and to go into a cave. I had never been in one before so t was an experience and Nuno has all the facts so we learned a lot.

When we exited the cave it was raining so we had to gear up for the last 15 km. Supposedly all downhill but that was not the truth. Our legs were shot and I really didn't think I would make it to the top each time. On the last climb Dad got a helping hand from Nuno letting him reach the top 1st. What a cheater. But we will give it to him this time. I think we were all happy when the downhill was done, we were off our bikes, and had a Cervaza in celebration of completing our longest ride of the week.

Day 7 ~ Good Friday, April 10
Batalha to Rio Maior 44 km

The last day. Nuno had been talking it up as a difficult ride and I was pretty positive it was going to be. My legs were exhausted and there was an accumulated climb of over 800 meters. Very close to what we did the day before . We were leaving Batahla heading for Rio Maior an easy 44 km or 27.2 miles away.

It all started with an 8 km gradual uphill for 100 meters followed by a 9 km climb from 100 m to 500 m. Nothing big in Nuno's eyes. however we all thought different and took it at our own speed of about 60%. Brita and I had a very nice conversation along that climb when the rain showers weren't pelting us or the wind trying to blow us off the road. But we made it.

That climb was followed by 2 more significant climbs that we kept the same game plan of 60% to make it manageable. On the last climb I was coming in last and Dad was right in front of me so I stood up and pushed through in front of him. Which Nuno captured on film. Then we had a good 2 km downhill into Rio Maior.

Rio Maior is known for its salt production fields. Unfortunately when we got there we found out they had just harvested the salt and re flooded the fields to start the process again. So we took a couple quick pictures before heading in for a huge chicken lunch before transferring back to Obidos for the evening.

Dinner tonight was at a restaurant outside the castle walls, known for their Cod baked in corn bread, garlic and olive oil. We all went with that dish and it was pretty good.

Day 8 ~ Saturday, April 11
Obidos to Lisbon to Sintra

Today was the end of our journey with Pedro and Nuno. We woke up bright and early in Obidos departing for the airport to drop Hanna and Brita off before heading to check into our hotel then to Sintra. Which Nuno and Pedro so kindly drove us all the way to Sintra allowing us to bypass the train for a least one leg of the journey.

We started off our visit at a pastry shop to have a traditional almond paste contraption. Not the best but my pie face finished it all off on our walk up to Pena Palace. The entire walk up was in lush green forests that looked as if they wer edirectly of fa movie set. Then we reached the entrance. The palace is a wash in pastels, reds, blues and yellows. Each color representing a section of the palace and the time it was built.

Looking out towards the water from the entrance you will see a soldier standing guard on the mountainside along with the walls left behind from the Moorish Castle. As wee wer walking in and I had taken maybe 5 pictures my cameras battery died. I have to say I am sick that I was not able to capture all that we saw today. It was probably the most beautiful part of Portugal yet.

After spending a couple hours wandering through the Pena Palace we caught a bus down to the square for lunch at the Paris Cafe. Next stop was the Quinta da Regaleira, an estate of a Brazilian mining magnate who had a very vivid imagination. This home had everything from the gardens that housed statues, waterfalls, grotto's, lookout towers, underground passage ways, and two wells. As Dad and I walked through the gardens each time we came across a tower or another structure we joked about the owners children tree house, or theater, or the ultimate game of hide and seek. The place was unbelievable and stretched for ever. The craziest part that underneath it all were underground passage ways that we walked through from waterfall to initiation well. And to think we hadn't even walked inside the house yet.

The house was a whole other story with huge rooms and multiple floors. Dad's favorite was the dining room that depicted various hunting scenes on the floors, walls, and ceilings. Mine was the circular staircase that ascended three flights to hte tower and the owners laboratory because he had an interest in chemistry. There was definitely a lot of money in Sintra when this home was built.

Our next stop was the Palacio Nacional de Sintra with it's two hge chimney's standing over a massive kitchen. It is the only surviving Royal Palace in Portugal dating from teh Middle Ages. It wasn't as grad as the other two but it was still impressive with each room named after the paintings on the ceiling. From teh Magpie room, to the Mermaid room to the brilliant Stag room were dining took place.

After all these Palaces Dad and I had enough and caught the train back to Lisbon for a short nap then dinner in the Barro Alto. After browsing many menus we choose Restaurante Tipico were we both had kebabs. The best part of the night however was the live entertainment that at times the owner of the restaurant joined in for a song.

Day 9 ~ Easter Sunday
April 12 ~ Lisbon

Today was the last day Dad and I had together and we had it all planned out. Wake up, leisurely breakfast, church thn sight seeing. That was before I slept till 8:45 with mass at 10:00. So we found another one at 11 and lived out our plan just with a much later start.

We found a church just a few blocks from our hotel called St. Antonie (we think). Outside it was rather plain but the inside was extremely ornate with gold covered detailing and every square inch painted with some biblical scene.

Mass was all in Portugeuse but we were able to also expericnce a babtism. Less of an ordeal then the states but still special with a professional photographer on hand. After mass we wandered back to our hotel to change and check our e-mail. It was a big day for me, Banana Republic was having a sale and I bought one or two things.

Then we were off to Mostero dos Jeronimos. We braved the metro and then the train into Belem. Walking through the square and past all the streetside cafes Dad and I realized that we were rather hungry but didn't want a long draged out meal so after much wandering we settled on McDonalds. So sad I know but neither of us could do fish again.

After our scrumptious meal we were truely on our way only to find out that everything was closed due to Easter. We did however get a brilliant picture from the outside before heading along the water to the Torre de Belam. Also closed.

The tower was built between 1514 and 1520 originally on an island to defend the port entrance. But it has served many jobs through the years as a prison, customs control point, and a lighthouse.

Then we continued down the water to Padrao dos Deseobrimentos a monument of the Discoveries to commemorate the 500th anniversary of the death of Prince Henry the Navigator. It was built on the departure point for many voyages of discovery, inluding Vasco da Gama for India.

Now that we had seen the sights, it was time to take a break. One of Dad's and my favorite times of day. Pastries and coffee which we both have been waiting for 40 days for. We stopped for a real taste of Lisbon at Antiga Confeitaria de Belem, a bake-shop cafe that serves hot custard pasteries sprinkled with cinnamon and powdered sugar. They have been made at this location since 1837.

The place was an absolute mad house so Dad and I got ours to go and stopped at Starbucks to combine a little of the US with Portugal. It was a tasty treat.

With full bellies we grabbed a tram and headed back to Rossio the main square with the intention of tasting some Port. Those dreams were crushed when we realized that Institute wasn't open on Sundays. So instead we found a sidewalk cafe for a couple of beers and people watching while the sun went down.

It was a good end to a fantastic trip with Dad. I hope it is the beginning of many more adventures or just regular trips we get to take together.

Carnivale

It sounded like a good idea back in October when I got back from my first trip to Venice with some of the TASIS teachers. However, when the date was getting closer I started to have second thoughts. I had just gotten back from a 5 day trip to London for February break, had two days of work, then was off for a driving trip to Venice before heading back to London for a conference. In the long run, probably not the best planning but in the end definitely worth it.

We left right after school on Friday afternoon and headed for the border. Only to be stopped, pulled over and told to turn around because I didn´t have an international drivers license. So we did, and Guia, Mara and Martha in the other car turned around as well meeting us at a gas station so we could switch drivers and sneak our way across the border. Mind you, Giuseppe is a bright green with ski racks on the top. Completely inconspicuous, for sure. But there were no guards hanging around during our second pass through so we were in the clear and on our way.

We arrived so late in the evening Friday night at Stacey´s Guest house that we decided to have a simple meal across the walkway at her husbands resturant. He is from the south of Italy so the menu had more of that type of feel. We had a bunch of appetizers consisting of tempura seafood platters and calemari. They all were fantastic and way too much for us to eat, but somehow we polished them off pretty well, along with a bottle of wine.

The next morning we woke up bright and early, having breakfast at the top of the house in her small kitchen that overlooked the rooftops of venice. She was so happy to have American´´s staying with her she had gone out to the super market for breakfast stuff and made a of coffee. I have to say, it made my morning to see Cheerios, or at least a knock off sitting on the counter.

After a leisurely start, we hit the streets heading for San Mark´s square to see the costumes and all the people. The streets were absolutely packed and at times slightly miserable. It is not like the carnivale in New Orleans. People are all really tame and there are kids everywhere dressed in costume, more like Halloween. And the confetti on the streets was unbelievable. It is amazing to think of the clean up after all of the celebrations are done.

What surprised me the most was just walking down the streets were people in full costume, playing the part of earlier years. Couples walking hand in hand, with the man having a walking stick.


This jester was actually posing for an article in a newspaper about the events. There were three other jesters along the canal posing with him.



The people walking down one of the main thoroughfairs of Venice. We stopped a little up to the right for lunch and people watching.
After lunch we were slightly tired of the crowds and decided to catch a water taxi to the island of Murano for a short walk, to purchase more wine stoppers for family, and have a cup of coffee in peace. You have to remember we were traveling with Italians which means we stop for coffee quite often. I am getting accustomed to this and am starting to think it is rather normal.
No matter what I where, when ever we go to Murano I am able tofind a house that is the smae color of the outfit I am wearing. I totally blend in right now, don´t I?
Walking across the bridge in Murano. I love the reflections of the house in the water.

Sunset on Murano

After two bottles of wine, a dance party around a well in the middle of a quiet square and having a devil chase us we decided it was time for masks.

Mara, Allsyon, Martha, Guia, Me and Lizzie

In San Marks Square later in the evening. This women was posing for pictures for some sort of advertisement. I snuck in to grab one for myself because her costume and mutiple masks were fantastic.
This man was standing with three others, equally dressed in slightly freightening outfits. But ver common of what were seeing if people were not dressed in the traditional formal wear.
The whole trip was a great time and such a great group of people. We are planning a nother trip for the spring to get us all back together again.

London Fun Times

February 13 - 17, 2009

What started out as a little trip to London for our four day break turned into an excursion for the elementary school teachers. There were seven of us altogether taking over London, however we were all going with a different purpose. Allsyon, Lizzie, Carla and myself were going for the tourist experience. Allie was heading for an engagement celebration, Angie was celebrating a birthday, and Hayley the luckiest of all was getting spoiled for Valentine's day!

Carla and I who had never been before relied heavily on the other girls and trusted their expertise. Especially Allyson, who was on her eleventh visit and had just found out during the week that she and Hayley were going to be moving there next fall. It added a whole new excitement to the trip. The first night we met up with Eason and a bunch of his friends for a Valentine's Day Singles Party. We got there so late it turned out a little more relaxed and an opportunity to chat, catch up and get to bed early. But not before stopping at Wok to Walk for a little late night snack. I have decided that there needs to one of those on every corner. Very similar to Dunkin Donuts.

Saturday morning we woke up bright and early and made our first of many stops at Starbucks for a good old fashioned American Coffee in a paper to go cup. Fantastic. We ate there every single morning. Maybe a little over kill but it sure tasted good. Then we were off to the train station for our Beatles Walk as part of the London Walks tours.

Our tour guide is supposedly the most knowledgeable man about all Beatles facts. He has written many books and also has a Beatles cafe not to far away from Abbey Road where he sells all of the memorabilia and junk people seem to enjoy purchasing.


Ringo Stars home where he took scandalous pictures back in the day. He wanted the pictures to be published on his album cover and wouldn't back down, so it was sold in a brown paper bag. Later he rented the apartment to Jimi Hendrix who supposedly also had crazy gatherings that soon lost Ringo his apartment.

Abbey Road studios where the Beatles recorded many of their hits. The studios that they used are still there today and they have not been changed in any way. The furniture still sits in the same place.

Of course I needed my picture on this crosswalk. Who wouldn't. It was intense though with all of the traffic and people acting stupid standing in the middle of the street to get the perfect shot. The thing is, the cars never honked and the people didn't seem annoyed. I guess if you are not a patient person you avoid driving by that location.

After our walk we met up with Laura Currin for lunch. An Italian lunch at that which was slightly comical because that is all we get all the time, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. It was great seeing her after eight years and catching up on some of what we have been doing and life in general.

Later that evening we took a Hamstead Heath Pub Walk, again through London Walks. I think Hamstead may be my favorite location in London. It is a very quaint little area with old homes and narrow streets. It felt like we had left the city for the country, but were not that far away. Actually in the past that is what it was used for. People would come there for the fresh air and the countryside. We went for the pubs and the local brew.
One of our stops was the local cemetery. Here we found out about all of the famous people who have been buried their and heard the story of the True Lost Boys that so many movies and stories have been written about. They were also buried there.

The Mary Poppins home. In the movie this home is replicated because it was built by a sea captain who wanted his home to look like a ship. Every day he would actually shot off a cannon from his roof just like in the movie. At one point he shot of 12 cannons in celebration of something that I cannot recall.

The oldest mail box in London

Sunday Morning I made everyone wake up bright and early to make our way to Buckingham Palace to witness the changing of the guard. We got there at 10:30 and the road outside was already packed. A little way away from the center the girls found some space along the fence, but I wasn't satisfied and wanted to get closer if this was going to be the only time that I was going to see this spectacle. I was lucky enough to squeeze my way into a small space right in the center. However, this little Asian women behind me thought it was a good idea to frequently put her elbow in my back and push my face against the fence bars. But I held my ground, of course.
The first hour we all stood and watched two guards walk back and forth at alternating times. I am assuming this is just to keep them awake while they stand on guard. Then it all started with a few bands marching into the grounds followed by the men on guard currently.

The Marching Band

The Men currently on guard

The incoming guard

The new guard outside of Buckingham Palace

A jumping picture of course. This one was slightly comical to take, at least to me. I was setting up my camera on an island in the middle of a street when a couple asked if they could take the picture for me. I said sure, and in broken English said "We want to jump". I kept forgetting that we were in an English speaking country. I guess I was having reverse culture shock. Anyhow, we got one, not absolutely fantastic but did the job.

After that we made our way through the park around a bunch of really beautiful buildings that I am not sure what they were and over to Big Ben.

The infamous red telephone booths. I guess they are thinking of getting rid of them because no one really uses them anymore. However, they are a sight for tourists and many people pose each year for their photos. Just like we did.

Big Ben

Then we walked, and walked, and walked along the water, past the London Eye to the Tower of London and the Tower Bridge.
The London Eye. We were planning on riding it but it takes an hour and there was never a perfectly clear day that would make the trip worth it.

The Tower Bridge. This was a great sight to see because it was one of my favorite bridges to teach when I was in Wellesley. The kids were always excited and interested in how it worked and how old it actually was.

The other sight at this location was the Tower of London. We missed the tour by the beefeaters by about 5 minutes and decided that it the tour was a must so we should do it another day. However, we never made it back. I guess it will be something I have to do while I am visiting Allyson and Hayley sometime next year.

That evening we decided we should scare ourselves. After filling up on Fish and Chips at a nearby pub we set off on the Jack the Ripper Walk sponsored by London Walks. This walk is lead by the expert of Jack the Ripper. Johnny Depp met with him before filming a movie to make sure that he accurately portrayed the time and character. It was extremely gruesome and I cannot believe what this man was able to get away with, considering at times he committed the murders right under the nose of the police.

Monday morning Carla and I got up and headed to Westminster Abbey while Allyson and Lizzie slept and did a little shopping.
The outside of the church. This is burial location for many famous Londoners as well as the location of the coronations of the Kings and Queens. The church is packed with tombs and plaques commemorating so many people. It is slightly overwhelming thinking that you are walking on peoples tombs throughout the entire experience.

Inside the Abbey. The architecture was absolutely amazing.


The rest of the day was spent shopping and wandering through the streets of London experiencing the different areas and the sights available. There were a couple of places I would have liked to get to but they will be on my list for next time.

That evening we got all dressed up to see Wicked. The show was playing in a posh area so we figured we would get dressed and make our way there to grab some dinner. Little did we know that is what everyone was thinking and we did not give ourselves enough time to eat and get everything done. So instead we had a gourmet feast.
Oh McDonalds! So fantastic in so many ways. Since it was a special night we all treated ourselves to vanilla milkshakes. Primarily because this particular McDonalds was out of fountain beverages. Didn't know that could happen.

The show was fantastic and well worth the visit.

We were lame that evening, heading directly to bed. Unlike our friends who stayed out that night having a fantastic time. However, we were able to wake up the next morning, get our shop on and still make our plan with no problem.