Sunday, June 26, 2022
A Whirlwind with Anne Boleyn
Well, things have become a bit crazy here over the last few days -- in a good way. First there was our train dinner, which I wrote about yesterday.
Then my friend Pam, from my Peace Corps days in the early '90s, came to town with her family and I spent the afternoon and evening with them yesterday. We went to a West End show ("Six," a pop musical about the wives of Henry VIII, which was really fun) and then out to dinner.* Pam's son Spencer scoped out a West African restaurant, which was perfect for us because Pam and I traveled in West Africa together in 1994. It turned out this particular restaurant only served a nine-course tasting menu, so dinner turned into a three-and-a-half-hour extravaganza, which was fine with me because I hadn't seen Pam's husband or kids in about 12 years. When I last saw them the kids were buzzing around their neighborhood on their bikes. Now her daughter's going to college! Christ.
And today, I'm off on a little journey of my own. An international train trip, to be exact. It's been years since I've taken a train anywhere outside the UK -- not since the pandemic -- so I'm excited. I'm meeting a former co-worker who's been doing some traveling of her own while Dave happily stays home with Olga. And on that note, I've got to go pack. I'll be coming to you tomorrow from my mystery destination!
* I am adding a late addendum to this post because I forgot to mention the most exciting part of the evening. We were walking from the theater to the restaurant when, about 30 feet ahead of us, we saw a guy in black wearing a balaclava and riding a bicycle smash the window of a Tesla and grab a gray suitcase from the back seat. He rode off with amazing speed and agility, considering he was carrying luggage, and it all happened so quickly that none of us could react. I gave a vague description to the police, but that's all we could do. I turned to Pam's kids and said, "Well, now you've had an urban moment!"
(Photo: Carnaby Street, on Wednesday.)