The Christmassing has continued!
On Sunday after church Ben, Hope and I headed back down along the Thames to pop into the Tate Modern, check out a few of the little Christmas Markets, and also pass by entirely too many of those roasted peanut stands that are near impossible to say no to. The smell alone is divine. The South Bank market was stocked with a Christmas Tree maze, mulled wine, treats, decorations, and even a carousal. And lots of Santas, lots and lots of Santas. (SantaCon occurred this weekend and there are literally thousands of Santas everywhere. It’s actually hilarious and I’m all for the costumes! And when one Santa sees another they join up and then all of a sudden there is practically an army of Santas.)
Naturally going to a market means getting food. Therefore, fries (I mean, chips).
I really can’t complain about our walk anywhere from home or to home. Every conversation we have with someone here is as follows. “Where abouts are you living?” “Oh we are living central.” “Where at?” “Right beside Trafalgar Square.” “Oh wow, that is quite central.” It’s so true. We are living in the heart of it all and I just love it. I’m also thankful to always be reminded how blessed we are to get to live out this adventure for a year. I mean come on, look at this place!
Also I still can’t get over Hope being here. We get to do real life friend things. Such as going shopping, or search for froyo, or sit in my flat and talk about nothing and everything, or simply being able to say, “see ya tomorrow”. This is nice I tell you.
Yesterday was the day! The day to find a tree of our own. Below is not our tree, rather a very large one in Covent Garden.
Even the telephone booths are cooperating with the Christmas decorations. Red is working well for them.
Before finding our little tree we headed to My Old Dutch to get some pancakes. When I was back in Roanoke Ben had a lunch here and promised to take me. This is a pretty big deal due to our whole “we will never eat at the same place twice” rule we had going. These pancakes are worth the rule breaking. They are massive thin crepe like pancakes with the best toppings.
Then after searching every corner for trees we finally spotted our little guy. Little being the key word (but he’s perfect).The process of getting the tree back home was one of my favorites. Ben carried it like a champ the whole way home and gladly accepted the stares and chuckles with a jolly “Merry Christmas” as a response. I was dying laughing.
The Trafalgar Square tree could eat our tree for a snack.
We have this perfect little rounded corner with windows all around that was made for a tree. I mean its sole purpose in life should be to the home to Christmas trees and on other occasions Ben’s desk.
We even scored this wreath at the tree place! Our haggling skills are improving these days.
I repeat. I love this city and I love Christmas.