I don’t know if it’s the elevated level of hormones coursing through my body, but each time one of my brothers begins his impending departure from London, I have a bit of a good cry. With Micah it was when I saw his tshirts neatly folded in his suitcase (which overwhelmed me because they were his shirts and I knew he had taken care to fold them) and with Josh it started at dinner the other night and lasted 24 hours to the point I saw a thank-you note on our dining room table in his handwriting. Our very sibling-ness and all its craziness is the thing I love the most and I’m always conscious of the youthful years I wasted not appreciating it, not looking up to him. We’re almost exactly one year apart which makes us some kind of fluke Jewish version of “Irish twins” and means our poor parents had two Aries children, apparently something the Fates are not supposed to allow.
Having Josh & Kaci in London was a true gift to me and yet another example of the deep friendship that Bryan and I have with them- the hours and days we can spend in any city, in any country creating adventures, never running out of things to laugh about and always drinking a fine drink. Or in my case, toasting to what may now be my 8,429th ginger ale in the past seven months. Needless to say, we do already miss our Seattle family.
Now for the inevitable itinerary details and joint photos: Borough Market, Vinopolos, Tate Modern, Thames, Millennium Bridge to St Pauls, Marylebone shopping and market, Regent’s Park, Primrose Hill, Notting Hill, Kensington Gardens, High Tea, bus tour, Tower of London, Trafalgar Square, sort of Big Ben / Westminster Abbey / St James Park / Buckingham Palace, Jermyn Street, Fortnum & Mason, Cabinet War Rooms and Churchill Museum, Covent Garden shopping, The National Gallery and of course xbox and People magazine and cheese and many, many, many perfect pubs.
Oh yeah, and hats. Always hats.