Welcome to our blog!
Here you can read all about it. Sometimes it's traveling, sometimes it's homeschooling, occasionally we bitch. For some background, read our first post ever.
Walking Paris
Yesterday was our first full day in Paris. We walked all day long. We walked down our local market street, the oldest one in Paris, then along the Seine to tour Notre Dame and Saint Chapelle. We passed the D'Orsay, the Louvre, the Musee de l'Armee. We got so thoroughly lost that at one point we realized we'd stumbled on to Rue Cler. (We didn't have Betty to give us directions.) We stopped for lunch, and again for cups of chocolate and eclairs. We rummaged through vintage shops and butcher shops. We ended the day at the Eiffel Tower at sunset. We've got a ton of pictures to share, mostly iconic Parisian images that everyone comes home with.
Here's what the two of us will remember most about the day:
Stonehenge
When you drive down the M3 on your way to Stonehenge, there is a point where you round a bend, and suddenly, there it is.
"Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God, Is That It? There it is!"
Nestled in between the motorway and the road to Salisbury sits one of the most iconic visions in the world. It's a bit surreal really. Commuters zip past it on their way to work everyday.
We got to Stonehenge early on a frosty Monday morning. Owen had lobbied hard for
Wernham-Hogg & The Royal Botanical Gardens
We got up at the crack of dawn yesterday morning to drive to Slough (rhymes with cow), our home base for the next few days. What's in Slough? There's the Horlick's malted milk factory, a Tesco Extra, and the Mars factory, (actually it used to be here, now it's somewhere in the Czech Republic, but still the Mars bar was created here). The real reason we decided to shack up in Slough for a few days is much more pathetic -- it's home to Wernham-Hogg. The fictional paper company in the original BBC's "The Office." How could we no
Battling Complacency in the Scottish Winter
Lately I've gotten complacent. In my desperate quest to blame something or someone, other than myself, I am blaming the holidays. When I say, "the holidays" I'm including Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Boxing Day, New Years and/or Hogmanay -- and, if I don't get my ass in gear soon, I'll be blaming Ground Hog Day. Or, perhaps my lack of forward momentum stems from the fact that I don't have a real (paying) job to