Van Morrison:
In June we went to see Van Morrison with two good friends of ours (and fellow ex-pats from San Diego). I didn't think that I would know any of Van's songs, but I looked him up and realized I knew quite a few. . . and many of them were major hits! I couldn't wait. Plus, he was performing at Hampton Court Palace, home to Henry VIII, so either way it would be a great night. And it was . . . even though he didn't play a SINGLE song that I knew. Not one. After I took in all the pretty sights and tried my best to hum along for about 5 or 6 songs, I started yawning. Turns out, concerts are more fun when you know the songs. Next time I'll call ahead for the set list ;)
Still a wonderful and memorable night that we surely won't be able to experience once back in America.
Wimbledon:
After urges from our friends to "make sure you go to Wimbledon before you leave London," D looked into how to get us tickets. Turns out, you have to wait in a long queue and hope you get to see a game at one of the courts. We were totally ready for that. Until D got a call from work offering us tickets: lunch before, Centre Court seats, afternoon tea. Done...we're in!
What an awesome day!!!
I've never been a big tennis gal. I like to volley and run around the court for exercise, but the rules always seem to escape me. But, that doesn't mean that I didn't love every minute of the matches (and the view of David Beckham wasn't too bad either).
Portugal:
In an attempt to go to new places, and places we likely won't visit once returning home to the US, we decided to take a quick weekend trip to the Algarve in Portugal. It was beautiful, it was relaxing, and it was just wonderful to get away. There is something healing about feeling the sun on your face and the sand and water on your feet.
Home:
Quick trip home. Saw some work friends, celebrated a wonderful man, spent time with family, surprised a bride, and got to the beach. This trip came at a good time for me and it was very rejuvenating!!!
While I was off gallivanting in American, D was in Pamplona, Spain with a Bachelor party for "Running of the bulls." In case you haven't ever heard of this 'super fun' and dangerous event...check it out Video (Warning: violence, injuries, and blood). Needless to say, I wasn't keen on having D run. I put the big 'ol kibosh on that one. Happy wife, happy life. Right?
