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Farewell to England
July 16, 2013 by Sue in Wielesek
I'm sitting here in a lovely hotel about two block from the Natural History Museum, hoping Adam and Emma are safe in Chicago, a halfway stop for them, that Seraph, Isa, Sadie and Greg are having a lovely time together, and that Joanna and the kids are on their way to Rochester. I leave about 2:00 tomorrow afternoon. I hope the cousins bonded, and Emma and Isa had fun together. Hugs to all, Mom/Sue
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Exhausted
July 14, 2013 by Sue in Wielesek
I'm sitting here on Bastille Day on the bed in our room. I'm so tired I intend to spend the day googling pictures of the things we haven't seen yet, as opposed to actually going to see them.
We had a lovely lunch with the Albertellis, the family who adopted Anna while she was in France. They thought Isa should come to France for college and stay with them.Marie-Eve, the mom, was injured in a bad car accident, and is still recurperating.
We also went up to Mont Marte? and rode on the 19th century merry-go-round yesterday.
Seraph and Isa took me to a restaurant across from an old old church in the Latin Quarter on Friday evening. I had beef, not something I eat alot. It was in a light cream sauce, and definitely worth coming to Paris for.
Our hotel is interesting. In a lot a ways it's a standard slightly funky hotels.com place, and in some ways it's slightly funkier. The place goes slightly nuts at dusk, when all the Muslims here and in the neighborhood start to party. (As you all know, it's the first or second week of Ramadan.)
But on the non-funky side, all 10 or twelve first floor rooms open onto a hugh courtyard, so the place is like a compound in a Mediterranean or mid-east country. I have my underwear draped over the chairs drying, while we have breakfast at the table outside our room.
Now, I better double check transportation arrangements. Adam, I have to forward you a meal voucher to print off on Christopher's computer. Hug baby Finn and Arthur for us. Love to all.
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Here I am in England
July 04, 2013 by Sue in Wielesek
Home of crumpets and tea,
I am ready for England.
Is England ready for me?
Sadie and Seraph, do you remember this traveling poem from our 1990 trip to England?
I've promised myself to post more frequently, easier to do when you're sitting here in a hotel room with no responsibilities. This town, surprisingly secluded, is called Stanwell, and I'm staying at a place called Stanwell House. I thought it was a boring name for a pretty little village until I found a tiny rusty sign at the edge of the green noting the long since covered site of St. Anne's well, which supplied water for
the village, and was thought to have healing powers. Honestly, once they started to let the Pagans in, the whole country went to wrack and ruin. Here's to the healing powers of the McKenzie River and EWEB. Love you all, Mom/Sue
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