When I was a young girl, I loved big cities. Compared to the small town I lived in on Vancouver Island, they seemed full of possibilities – so many things to see and do. And the city lights at night? Magic. For the most part, the cities I visited as a kid were in Canada or the US.
But there is something even more special about big European cities, and this past week we’ve soaked up the beauty and history of both London, England and Lille, France.
We’ve experienced some price shock coming from Addis Ababa, but there are deals to be found (e.g. the “meal deals” at Tesco – sandwich, chips and a drink for 3£; yes, we had to eat outdoors, but the weather cooperated).
Of course we wouldn’t have been able to make England and France work on the remains of our travel budget without the kind hospitality of extended family. We’re currently staying with Karl’s cousin Laurent (and wife Laurence). None of us can figure out if Karl and Laurent are 3rd cousins – or cousins “removed” once or twice, but we do know we’re having a fabulous time. These folks are serious foodies and we’ve been eating (and drinking) up a storm. We also had a chance to take in some French cinema – complete with laser pointers, and have fallen in love with this city’s amazing history and architecture.
Tomorrow we take flight for the United States – North America here we come!
Side note: Cen has declared that he might move to London when he’s an adult. I’ve warned him that he’ll have to house his parents for extended visits every year.