London’s National Gallery with Kids

Look. The art appreciation class I took in college doesn’t make me an expert museum-goer. I enjoy looking at art. I enjoy discovering art I like. I’ll choose to spend my time at museums or galleries when I travel alone. But I wouldn’t call myself “passionate” about any of it. At least not enough to… Continue reading London’s National Gallery with Kids

Englishican

I can’t help but mumble “Sorry” when I’m inconveniencing someone in any way, say, by entering their peripheral view at the grocery store. If you hold the door for me, I’ll probably say “sorry” and “thank you.” It became such a habit, uttering “sorry” upon any human contact, after three years in England. At least… Continue reading Englishican

Motoring Down A1101

  There’s a road – yes, one – that connects my town to my husband’s base. Americans aren’t allowed to pass other drivers on this road, unless the driver is a farmer in a tractor driving slower than 30 mph. (In the fall, you want to pass them so you can avoid being pelted with… Continue reading Motoring Down A1101

Taking the Euro Tunnel

I wanted to post about this after my trip to Brussels, because it was such a mind-blowing experience. If you’re up on your geography, you’re well aware of the fact that England (plus Scotland) is an island. It’s really close to Europe, but they don’t touch…except by a remarkable tunnel under the English Channel. The Euro Tunnel shuttles… Continue reading Taking the Euro Tunnel

Ramblings from the English Countryside

  I guess I’m not technically IN the countryside, despite the fields and farms I see from one of my bedroom windows. The other windows of our house reveal the crush of neighbors, their tiny efficient cars wedged together in front of the squeezed and stacked homes of these suburban English developments. (And that’s “spacious” compared to the residences… Continue reading Ramblings from the English Countryside