
Several months ago, our friends Sean and Joe (who we know from Seattle but live in Denmark) asked if we'd like to go to London for the premiere of Harry Potter. Well, after we bought the tickets, they set back the premiere of the movie. C'est la vie. We dropped our dogs off for the weekend at a doggy daycare outside of Brussels, and with tickets in hand we left for London anyway.
They flew into Brussels and we had two hours before the train left so we
dropped off our baggage in a locker and hit the Belgian Quadruple Slam - grabbed fries as we left the station, strolled by Galler for some chocolate, stopped for a quick round of beer, and finally a waffle on the way back to the train. Then through the chunnel (it was... dark) and in under two hours we were at King's Cross Station.
The dollar is doing better and London was surprisingly affordable. So in between stopping at our old favorite restaurants (wagamamas and pizza express) and some British standards (fish and chips and Indian),
we got in a significant amount of shopping. a signficant amount. It seems obvious but London is a big, fashionable, European capital and the shopping reflects that. Not just high end fashion houses, but stylish boutiques,
cheap trendy shops, and everything in between. I am a magazine junkie, my favorites being fashion and trendy lifestyle. At home most of these magazines run $15 - 20 because they are imported. I had assumed France would be the place to get cheap magazines, but it turns out it's Britian. The first night I bought a giant bag of them (very heavy). The other non-clothing purchase was groceries. We've been desperately missing refried beans. We have a friend in Brussels who makes them but we could use some canned ones so we're not always bugging her. Most stores in Brussels have a small Mexican food section, but never any beans (yeah, I thought it was a basic too). But thankfully London believes Mexican food is more than just tortillas and Chi Chis restaurant. Throw in some shortbread and we were back to shopping for clothes... and watches... and shoes... and hats...We did get in one tourist item in while we were there.
We went on the London Eye, the giant ferris wheel build for the millenium. Amazing views particularly at night and definitely worth it. There was supposed to be a "German Christmas Market" in the style of the one in Cologne Germany, but it was hardly worth it. Luckily the real
Cologne is a short train ride from Brussels.
Overall, we had a lot of fun, came back more stylish then when we left, talked a lot of pop culture (a given when we hang out with Sean and Joe) and remembered why we love London.
And then upon our return to Brussels, snow!
(though admittedly it only lasted overnight, Seattle-style)


at a bar here in Brussels. About 40 students came from all different countries. Some were really interested, some slightly interested, and some just liked the idea of a midweek party in the middle of the night.
I worked until just after midnight and then we walked about a 1/2 hour to the bar. Our thought was just to stay an hour or two as we were tired. Well, a couple beers each, Obama wins in Ohio and Pennsylvania seeming to cinch it, and 4 hours later we headed home to catch the final call (CNN World played the same all day coverage as CNN USA). Coincidentally, as we walked home on the empty streets at 4am, we ran into someone else from M's school who was coming back from her own election party. She said "is this real? did they just call Ohio for him? We've won, haven't we? Its just so surreal!" (the surrealness was helped by running into another american in the middle of the street in the middle of the night in the middle of Europe with everyone else asleep). Twenty minutes later we were home. Virginia went to Obama 5 minutes before 5am (8pm Pacific) and I turned to M and said "oh my god, they are about to call it, CA, OR and WA are sure things so the minute those polls close, they're going to make the call!!". And sure enough... 
ended up watching McCain's concession speech but we both fell asleep in front of the TV before Obama's acceptance speech. 6am. 24 hours since we had last slept.













