December 15, 2015. I remind myself regularly of this date. When I’m up at night, my brain whirrs as I count the days, weeks, months and now years since I turned my back on expat life. It seems like no time has passed at all, and yet all the time in the world has passed. DecemberContinue reading “Two Years of Home”
While in London, I was constantly looking for cool places to visit and experience. I like to think I found quite a few little gems, some you may have heard of, and maybe some new ones, too! Sure, people visiting London tend to do the tourist things like Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, the West EndContinue reading “The Cool Guide to London”
Editor’s Note: I was a guest of Hotel Pelirocco in Brighton, England. If you have questions regarding this, please read my disclosure policy. Tucked into the posh Regent Square in the famous seashore of Brighton, England, is Hotel Pelirocco. This pink-halled 19-room hotel, dubbed “England’s most rock ‘n’ roll hotel” isn’t just a place to sleep. The edgyContinue reading “Where mod meets pop culture: Brighton’s Hotel Pelirocco”
Light blue twinkling lights hang on what looks like an artistic interpretation of a Christmas tree in the lobby of Hotel Indigo Paddington. We’re in the heart London’s Paddington neighborhood and for the next two nights, the converted townhouse of Hotel Indigo is home.
Even in black and white, London is just magnificent. Enjoy this little photo essay of beautiful London!
“He’s right behind you,” my friend writes via message. “No,” I type back furiously. “Don’t tell me anything else. I need to be surprised.” And, thus begins my first British panto experience. If you asked me a month ago about this holiday cultural phenomenon, I would have stared blankly at you and then imagined thatContinue reading “The British panto experience”
In my first few days on my Adventure, I hit up the infamous Notting Hill neighborhood in London. The entire neighborhood presents people with Pictures Waiting to Happen, so needless to say I snapped heaps during my NH walk about. I wandered for hours, bundled (of course), camera nearly always in my hands. I tookContinue reading “Escape of the Week: Notting Hill Blues”
I awoke early on my second morning in London. The first day of London, I did a walking tour of Tower of London, St. Paul’s and Oxford Circus. The second day of my travels, I was left to explore on my own. So, I did what any bright-eyed, bushy-tailed traveler on the start of theirContinue reading “Escape of the Week: Poplar Flowers”
“Where are you going? How long are you here? Where are you staying? How do you know the person you are staying with? How did you meet? How long have you known each other? What does your friend do? What do you do? Where do you live?” The immigrations officer fired question after question at me.
I stood at the counter, silently praying she would stop asking questions and stamp my passport.
Fortunately, she did.
I had spent my entire flight across the Atlantic paranoid. When I went to check in online earlier in the day, I was informed I had to call the airline — that my trip was beyond the limit for travel and a visa was required.
My heart nearly jumped into my chest.
How could I have missed this? I thought I was good to go.