I'm dreaming of a ....

..... white Christmas.

The good news is that Traveller and husband
are going to experience their first cold, snowy Christmas!

They recently booked tickets for a five day trip to Switzerland!

T can't wait for all that this encompasses;
the wondrous white stuff, tobogganing, mulled wine, fireplaces, Christmas markets, the alps.

Any snowy Christmas tips?

{It has to be said that T does sometimes wish for a day on the beach in a bikini though. Mmmm... sun. Oh well, one day she will be back in the land of the constant sunshine.}


photo via flickr

How the other half live.


This week Traveller was given the privilege of attending one of Britain's most prestigious schools and judging their annual science lecture competition. Now, as you may have guessed, Traveller is no scientist. However, she was there to judge the finalists on their English communication skills and their Head of Science was there to judge their scientific knowledge (phew!).

The school which Traveller visited is called Harrow School and it is a Secondary Boarding School on par in prestige to Eton (where the princes attended). The science competition happened in the evening from 9pm which meant that T was given the further privilege of being invited to join the two science teachers for dinner in the staff dining room. Now let's get one thing clear; this is no cheap, school dinner. Not even close.

There were pre-dinner appertifs, followed by the menu below:

Pumpkin Soup
with Crispy Chorizo
----
Duck Breast au Poivre
with red onion relish and jus
----
Herby new potatoes
grilled leeks with goat's cheese glaze
asparagus tips and baby corn mis
----
Vanilla Creme Brulee
----
Cheese and biscuits

All of these were accompanied by wine, from an extensive wine list.

Oh, and the dining room had a wall-to-wall view over the whole of London.

Traveller thought that she had died and gone to teacher heaven.

It would seem, however, that she would not be able to actually teach there, as most of their staff come from Oxford, Cambridge or an Ivy League school.

The children pay around £26, 000 a year to attend (they live there) and, by golly, they receive their money's worth. The school plays host to a golf course, a fishing pond, a museum and an actual farm, on top of regular world-class facilities like a sports centre, playing fields, and an art gallery on over 400 acres of land. This type of school needs a museum as it has old boy's among the likes other schools could only dream about. Churchill (one of the eight British Prime Ministers to have attended), Byron, Sheridan, King Hussein of Jordan are just a few of these.

There are many facts about the school that fascinate Traveller, here are just a few:

- The boys wear a morning suit every Sunday which includes; tails, striped trousers, a waistcoat and braces. The regular boys wear boaters and the monitors wear top hats. They wear this every Sunday. The head boy wears a white suit!

- The boys are required to wear their hats on the hill's (Harrow is located on a hill) high street. They are also required to tip their hat at any adult who walks past.

- While the school is steeped in tradition, they play host to many modern languages, such as; French, Spanish, Arabic, German, Mandarin, Russian, Portuguese and Italian.

One interesting anecdote the Head of Science (also a doctor, a previous student of Oxford and the Director of Studies at Harrow - yes, T was a little out of her depths in dinner conversation!) discussed at dinner was that the Arabic teacher was there upon insistence of the royal family that attend the school. The school pays for his teaching services, his travel and at times his accomodation, and he only teaches for nine hours during the week! He has 12 students.

The actual judging of the competition was really fun; the boys were lovely (in a British mumsy kind of way) and seemed to be very intelligent and eloquent. In all honesty, it was such a pleasure to be asked, and it was an experience that T will remember for a long time to come.

{T almost wished that she was a boy and could turn back the clock, just so that she could attend - honestly, you couldn't ask for a more interesting educational experience!}

photo via flickr

Them's fighting leaves.



Traveller has a fun flatmate;

she joins in on spontaneous autumnal leaf fights
and she has the coolest camera around...

The Diana Camera.

Sunday grub.

Today, Hubbie and Traveller were introduced to a new gastro-pub in Notting Hill:
The Prince Bonaparte.

We caught up with our old flatmates...
{T would have taken pictures, but
the camera has officially been lost forever}

... and ate a delicious Sunday roast!
{Beef, yorkshire pudding, cheesy cauliflower,
potatoes, parsnip, carrots and kale}

A Sunday roast is a long-running tradition in Britain, and
T is always happy to participate.

The best part - dessert!
Hubbie had a delicious creme brulee and T had brownies with toffee ice-cream.
Yum!

The pub is beautiful inside, has a warm, lovely atmosphere and we had a great afternoon catching up with old friends.
{well, as old as we've been in London anyway}


photo via flickr

Mexican makes me happy.

Recently, Traveller visited the very first Mexican Cantina to open in London (1982) and boy, did it live up to its reputation.

Cafe Pacifico doesn't take reservations over the weekend, so you just turn up hoping for the best. We were told we would have a two hour wait. With no hope of reaching the bar through the heaving crowd, we popped next door to The Langley for happy hour and a chat.

Two hours later, tasty margaritas in hand, we were served the best Mexican food Traveller has tasted since she was in the North West of America.

delicious delicious fajitas.

Weighing in.

Having seen 'New Moon' last night, Traveller feels the need to voice her opinion.

{unlike most readers,
T actually did enjoy 'New Moon' the novel}

Edward,
you are cute. But, you really need to stop making
that torturous look of 'I love you, but I'm in pain'.
It's becoming a little intolerable {and giggle inducing}.

Jacob,
Where did you come from?
Even in CGI you are more believable than Edward.
{You didn't induce too many giggles}

Bella,
Make the right choice.
He doesn't suck blood, or have chest hair.
{You only induced giggles
when you ran through the forest
as a vampire - what was that scene???}

So there it is.
Traveller has to admit she was excited about seeing the film,
even after the first 'Twilight' made her cringe with disappointment.

In her opinion, New Moon was an improvement -
especially in terms of special effects and some of the acting.

There still was, however, a lot of cheese.

the really really great garage sale.


This weekend Traveller and running friend went to the really really great garage sale at Selfridges.

The garage sale was in aid of charity 'mothers4children' and you were able to buy donated goods from celebrities like Natalie Imbruglia, Gwyneth Paltrow, Lily Allen and Liz Hurley. There were also many celebrities on hand to sell the items in the store's carpark.

Now, T and running friend skipped the crowds and went later in the afternoon, but we still managed to see our fill of B grade British celebrities {remember the bands 'All Saints' and 'Atomic Kitten'?} and 'running friend' even managed to find two lovely dresses.

T has to say that the donated clothes were in super-good-nick. And this means that when Gwyneth Paltrow's Balenciaga boots are up for a thrifty sale (£70!), it really is a case of 'one's trash is another's treasure'.

photo via flickr

Monopoly is a dirty word here.


Hi. This is Hubby. I've been invited to write about where I go on Wednesday nights. I go to a board games club, that meets weekly in a spare room of a pub, down near London Bridge. It's great fun, but it's not for everyone.

In Australia, I was the big strategy game guru, but here I'm a pygmy. I haven't even seen a single game that I know yet. People bring their games every week, and they're all about strategy - that means heavy on thinking and details, but not much random chance. It's not for the casual supermarket gamer. Monopoly is a dirty word here.

People can be friendly and chatty at times, but there are no illusions in anybody's mind about why we're there - to compete. There's no cheating, mistreating of the games, or shirking responsibilities in setup/packup. We fight hard, but we play fair, and we stay until the end, even when we're losing. Board games are revered here, so everyone does their best to contribute. It's quite refreshing. At the end of a challenging game, we'll congratulate and thank each other, commenting on the merits of the game, and suggesting alternate strategies that we could have employed. It doesn't really matter if we've forgotten each others' names again, as long as we enjoy the competition.

Three weeks ago, the Essen Board Game Convention was held in Germany. It's like Hollywood for board games. All the new games are revealed there every year. They are to be played and tested by the people who'll place orders for shops all around the world. Everyone in the club knows about Essen. Some of them went. Some of them designed games for it. Some of them sat on the website of their local board game distributer, on Sunday night, refreshing the page madly to be the first to buy a new game that they really wanted, and that would be in short supply.

I've only been four times, but it already feels like home. And in six games, I've come 1st three times. That's a 50% victory-rate, in unfamiliar games, against seasoned opponents. But who's counting...

photo via flickr

The sweet smell of success.

This week Traveller and some friends went to their first Pub Quiz!

'Running friend' has an actor friend that hosts the quizzes all over London (it's big business) and this week, it just happened to be quite near us, at Primrose Hill.

It was held at Queen's Pub, which is lovely, and quite famous for, er, famous people drinking and eating there.

The quiz really brought out the teacher in Traveller - we had to write down our answers to questions like: 'What is the slowest moving mammal in the world?' and we had to mark another team's answers at half'-time and at the end! Traveller almost wished she brought her red pen and 'Well Done' stickers.

The best news is - with a little help from a chap waiting for his wife - we won!

The prize was a £30 voucher for the pub - which Traveller is pretty sure will be spent next week, when we go to quiz night again!


The Bulge.

Traveller recently had a very truthful conversation (via skype) with her father.

It went something like this:

Dad: What is that your eating? Cereal?
Traveller: No, icecream. It's 10pm.
Dad: (pause) Oh, it's winter over there isn't it?
Traveller: Yes.
Dad: Mmm. You're looking a little fuller in the face.
Traveller: (gasp!)

As cruel as that may have seemed at the time, it's perfectly correct that 'the truth hurts'. Traveller simply can not help herself at this time of the year. And hey, a trip to France with bottomless wine, cheese and bread didn't really help!

The worst (or best) part is that school really pulls out all the stops this time of year. Most of you know that T eats a free lunch at school, and at this time of year, the options to increase your calorie intake are substantial!

Let's look at today's lunch for example:
Roast chicken with all the trimmings (and gravy! oooh gravy!), followed by a delectable apple crumble with warm custard. Let's face it - nothing warms you up like hot custard!

Oh dear.

T really needs to face the cold, hard truth.

Nothing warms you up like a muffin-top, saddle-bags and bat-wing arms - but that doesn't mean it's appealing.

It's time to say, 'No!' to all {upbeat euphemism for 'some'} things fatty!

Now, just before the afore-mentioned lock-down on fatty food kicks in, T would like to introduce you to the Churro.

A churro is a Spanish donut, usually served with hot chocolate sauce.

If you have never had the distinct pleasure of eating one of these scrumptious little morsels - get thee to a supermarket!

One of T's favourite food blogs, cannelle et vanille, just posted a delicious recipe for cooking the little darlings and T suggests you get cooking!



Traveller and 'best gal' at the Portobello Road Markets, indulging in Churros.


The churros on Cannelle et Vanille

photo courtesy and copyright of Aran Goyoaga

So long, Camera.

Traveller is sorry.

She didn't mean to leave you, dear camera, on that bus seat.

Who knows what happened to you?

She was excited about seeing Phantom and jumped off the bus in delight.

Not so delighted when she came to take a photo in the theatre, and you weren't there.

Now, Traveller knows she wasn't always very kind to you...
especially when your memory started to loosen.

She'd take it all back, just for one more photo.
{and the pile of unsaved images}

You have 21 days to resurface camera, before T must accept that you are gone forever.

****


The show, by the way, was stunning.

Should I stay or should I go now?


The famous song by 'The Clash' is swimming around Traveller's head.

T and husband will soon have to decide whether they want to leave Londontown in July 2010, or whether they want to stay another year.

Traveller would like to give two term's notice to her school, but she and hubbie are really having trouble deciding.

There are so many reasons to stay.

There are places left to see, things left to accomplish and more fun to be had...

but something is really pulling T back to OZ.

{not just the gorgeous sunny weather..
although that definitely beckons!}

Should she stay or should she go now?

Take a punt.


Traveller had the privilege of going to Cambridge last week with 'best gal', her husband and flattie.

{Hubbie was working.}

Cambridge is a town which hosts one of Britain's finest universities.

It was the most perfect fall day and, because it's a fun tradition, we went punting.

Punting happens in a flat-bottomed boat, and you move by propelling yourself with a long pole.

Traveller had been punting before with family in Oxford, but that was a much more scary experience! T's brother pushed them from river bank to river bank and they almost capsized!

'Best gal's' husband was a much more proficient punter and had us gliding smoothly along the River Cam. We were so smooth in fact, that T was convinced that it must have been really easy.

So she volunteered her services.

Let's just say, as soon as T got some speed up, her knees would start wobbling and the words 'Man Overboard!' began echoing in her mind.

T quickly passed the pole on.

Cambridge is beautiful, though.













Wanderlust.

Traveller has had many exciting and fun adventures over her half-term break. Catching up with 'best gal' was superb and much-needed. One of the most memorable things they did {along with both husbands and another couple} was satiate T's need for travel. We went on a group road trip to Normandy, France and it was fantastic!


We all managed to squeeze into a Volkswagon 'Touran' - a 7 seater car - and yes, T, being the shortest, was in the back seat most of the time! We drove to Normandy via Dover where we caught the ferry to Callais and then drove on to Bayeux. Traveller is a big fan of road-trips. The singing. The emergency bathroom pit-stops. The guilty McDonald's meals. The endless supply of chocolate. The inane car games that just keep going and going. Nothing beats a group road-trip!

Bayeux is a gorgeous little town in Normandy, which is not only beautiful but a great jumping off point for most tourist tick-the-box-hot-spots. We spent one day visiting the D-Day beaches and memorials which were quite sombering and brought World War II to life. The next day we spent visiting the Mt. St. Michel which was quite breath-taking from a distance, but a little bit of a tourist-trap once there. T felt disappointed, although, husband managed to withstand a tremendous queue for the Abbey and he said that this was quite spectacular.

The rest of our time was spent visiting markets, eating French food and drinking French wine. It was a memorable trip, made even more momentous by the company of friends and the consumption of extraordinary French food.

The climb into the back seat





The incredibly large bathroom at the Hotel de Saint Croix












Another Happy Customer


It wouldn't be a trip to London, without sampling London's greatest sandwich.

Traveller, under Hubbie's instruction, took 'best gal' and husband to Fuzzy's Grub.

Traveller was a little embarrassed that she managed to finish {almost} the entire sandwich without hubbie's help.

She'll blame it on the cold weather that is descending on the capital; winter pounds are T's specialty.

Fall Fun.



Traveller is really enjoying having her fave gal here.

They went to Regent's Park today, with her husband, and played in the leaves.

T loves fall. And friends
.

Next Stop: Normandie!

Traveller and husband are off to France this weekend!

We are going with four friends, in a seven-seater car, and T couldn't be more excited!

It is the first international trip that T has made since Easter and it is particularly special, because it is with friends.

The boys are excited to see the D-Day beaches; we are also hoping to see the Bayeux tapestry, Mont St-Michel and to eat lots of lovely Camembert (accompanied with French wine of course!).

Husband is also looking forward to some French cider.

French food, fun and friends - sounds magnifique!

photo via flickr

Happy Holidays to Traveller!

To celebrate their running success and Traveller's return to holidays, T and running friend had another spa day, followed by treats at Bea's of Bloomsbury.

Bea's savoury food is delicious, but their cakes are out-of-this-world-yummy! There was much to choose from, such as: truffle cakes, scones, cheesecakes and meringues. However, they are famous for their cupcakes, so we had to try them out {it was practically a neccessity}.

Traveller had a chocolate fudge cupcake and running friend had a red velvet cupcake with cream-cheese frosting! Delicious!

A perfect way to start half-term holidays.


Traveller's best gal.

Traveller is positively bursting with excitement.

In just four sleeps she will see one of her dearest friends - in London!

Newly married friend is on her third honeymoon {yes, you did read that correctly} and is currently footloose in Europe.

Next week she will arrive in London for two weeks!
{sooo exciting}

During this visit, Traveller and husband are also going to do some more travelling...

T will give you a hint as to the destination - Bonjour le fromage et le vin!

T should also mention that, in just two days, she is once again on holidays.

Lovin' London {and it's prep schools!}

Everything hurts. But it was worth it.

It's done!

Traveller has run the Royal Park's Half-Marathon and survived!

Even though Traveller was so nervous on Saturday, she must admit that she really didn't think it was going to be that hard. After all, she and running friend had almost run the distance a few times already.

Let's just say, she was a little wrong.

A half-marathon is 13.1 miles and at 6 miles
Traveller was spent. She (foolishly) went out way too quickly and ran out of steam! The big warning sign was that at the three mile mark, she was 6 minutes ahead of her target time, and then at 6 miles she was 9 minutes ahead!

Oh dear!

At 6 miles she wasn't hurting, and she wasn't puffed... she just had nothing left. Her stomach was growling for food and she was in trouble! A nervous stomach meant that T wasn't quite able to carb-load as much as she should have, and subsequently, she ran out of fuel!

T hates to admit it, but she had to walk a few times between the 7th and 11th mile, and was feeling so weak that she almost fell over.

Then, like manna from heaven, the lucozade table appeared at the 10th mile, and Traveller (ignoring all advice) guzzled the whole bottle and headed for the finishing line.

T was desperate to finish under the two hour mark, and managed it at 1:59:55!

That last mile felt like three!

During the race, Traveller was seriously considering her sanity in signing up for challenge; however, minutes after finishing, she must admit that she felt differently.

It was a serious rush crossing that finishing line.

Perhaps she'll sign up for another...

Who's up for it?

BTW: Everything hurts. Traveller can barely walk down the stairs at school.
T couldn't resist posting some pictures of brother and gorgeous Mimi. Brother was his speedy self in the half-marathon; he came in at just over an hour and a half with little training.


Running friend and T feeling very relieved!




The Last Supper.


Perhaps Traveller is being a touch over-dramatic, but she is ever so excited and nervous about tomorrow!

This evening, Traveller and hubbie had a 'last supper' of sorts with running friend and her husband. The meal was tomato and basil pasta (T has been carb-loading like mad), with fruit and yoghurt for dessert. It was delicious! T has been trying to eat really healthily in preparation for the big run, and she must say that fruit is really sweet and delicious once you take chocolate out of your diet!

Today was a funny day. Traveller has been known to have a nervous stomach. Without being too specific (don't want to make you squeamish whilst blog reading), T, while studying Drama at university would be so nervous during production week that she would have no food left in her at all. And, in regards to today, let's just say that T had her first Imodium pill at 4pm this afternoon!

Today has been full of many last minute errands, like: creating a half-marathon playlist; a neck and shoulder massage (T really needed it, honest); the procurement of mid-race lollies (Barrett's jelly babies) and packing the race bag.

And, in regards to the previous post, T's tiny poem worked! The cold left and T is feeling great. Not all of T's friends who are running were so lucky, she thinks that one will have to pull out, and running friend herself has been sick all week, and won't be at her best. The dreaded London flu is wreaking havoc due to the change in weather.

Well, Traveller is off to (hopefully) catch some ZZZ's before the race. Wish her luck!

Cough. Splutter. Sneeze.


With just over four days until the big event,
Traveller can feel herself coming down
with some sort of dreaded sickness.

Noooo!

She is also racing her fellow teachers
in the 'beep test' tomorrow...

The beep test is a fitness test which many would regard
as horrible and unnecessary, but nerdy T is a little excited.

Please cold
go away.
Traveller does not want you to stay.
Leave at once - without delay!


photo via flickr

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