birthday break in the big city

For my birthday, Andy and I took off to London for a long weekend. It was fantastic and exhausting. I forgot how, like in New York, much walking is required! (Maybe now that my legs have turned 27 they simply wear out more easily...?)

We visited the gorgeous British Museum at night, walked around Soho and ate in Chinatown, visited the Tate Modern, the National Portrait Gallery and Photographer's Gallery. We walked along the Thames, watched street performers in Covent Garden, ate Brazilian food and saw Andy's dad sing in a huge (and kind of zany) production of the opera Carmina Burana, in a 20,000 person-filled O2 arena. Afterward, I treated myself to a very tasty cosmopolitan cocktail. (Now, we're eating beans for a month but it was worth every penny!)

I feel good about 27. Life has been a pretty great adventure so far, and I hope the adventure keeps flowing thick and fast in the years to come.