Last weekend was too picturesque to squeeze into one post. After an amazing day at the Seven Sisters on Saturday, we planned to visit the Battle Grounds of 1066 on Sunday on our way back to London. History wasn’t really my thing in school, but this little family field trip piqued everyone’s interest. Standing on the grounds where a brutal battle was fought 1,000 years ago was surreal.
The architecture and sophistication of building was remarkable to see. To think how long ago this was constructed and see how strikingly beautiful it still is today was fascinating.
A good time was had by all.
Fast forward to the next weekend, Mark arrived back on Friday morning from Saudi Arabia just in time to catch up on sleep and work before the festivities began. Our friend Kevin, from San Francisco, was in town for business and planned to stay through the weekend with us. We kicked it off by having a party for Mark on Friday night, complete with all of his favorites: lasagna, cookies, and cake.
After a very British Saturday including a trip to the gym followed by a pub lunch, we set out for a nice dinner at what we thought was a new sushi restaurant nearby. The menu was interesting, the food, not so much.
We made it from the head to the stomach, but just weren’t feeling the tail, so Mark awkwardly told the waiter that we would be “moving on.” Hungry and in the mood for something a bit heartier than what Mark described as “fishy ocean water,” we decided to check out this very cool looking Italian spot.
Deliriously happy from our unique dining experience, we headed to Nam Long, a kind of secretively famous hidden gem around the corner. Mark and Kevin had obviously had more wine than me and bravely capped of the night with a flaming Lamborghini, Nam Long’s infamously fiery strong cocktail.