London, England

One Grin After Another: The Goldbergs in London

A few months ago, I was setting ambiguous deadlines to get my blog back into shape and up to date. Today, I’m happy I’ve fallen behind because going back to post about previous trips means that I get to relive these moments and adventures. The photos bring respite knowing how lucky we are to have made these memories, and they bring comfort knowing we’ll get beyond these challenging and uncertain times to vacation together again. Cheers to November 2019.

London, England

Playgrounds and Pints: The Swaines in London

There is a reserved space in my heart for big family gatherings, but getting one-on-one time with cousins is like reuniting with unique siblings. We are linked with familiar roots so trading stories is a must, yet at the same time, we there are fun unknowns to discover which makes spending time together a joy. Plus, Kelly and Brian are growing great kids so that adds more gratitude for my sprawling family tree.

The Swaines’ visit featured the traditional London attractions so I felt prepared to tour them around pretty efficiently. However, my regular London rounds have been upgraded! Here’s the important lesson I learnt from the Swaines: you can find a playground and a pint next to any landmark in London. Googlemaps was the secret to our success!

We lucked out riding the top level, front seat of a double decker bus to make the circuit from Parliament to Trafalgar Square. Big Ben was still covered in scaffolding. A horse peed at the exact time Finley posed in front of the Horses Guard! St. James Park is the spot for the bathroom pitstop and is likely home the most visited playground in all of London. Buckingham Palace is where I learnt that Polly does not like to take part in family pictures.

The next day we walked St Paul’s cathedral, Millennium bridge, and the Tate modern. While I changed Saya, Finley and Polly created graphic art that projected onto a wall of screens. Finley drew a Swedish flag and Polly’s image was fittingly…modern? Kelly’s plan for Borough market was Bread Ahead donuts and we were wowed with Brian’s fried cheese arepa! After snapping an iconic Tower Bridge family picture we rested with a pint at the Monument. This is where I learnt that Polly is not a fan of people dressed up in life-sized costumes like Mickey Mouse and Pikachu.

From Lancaster Gate’s entrance into Hyde Park, there is a playground about ten minutes walk inside. There is also a cafe with lagers at four quid apiece. This was a likely stop before heading for afternoon tea on the other side of the park. To say the tea was in the late afternoon is an understatement, but it was Halloween themed, and it included non-egg sweets and treats so Polly could partake.

As is customary, we stuffed ourselves at Lahore, and then pretended we had walked far enough on Brick Lane to fill ourselves with Dark Sugars’ hot cocoa. I fully support this tradition.

Finley and Polly were excited to visit London but it was sweet that they couldn’t get enough of Baby Saya. The next generation already carrying on cousin hangouts is the absolute best.

Amsterdam, Netherlands London, England

Bachan’s Amsterdam: In Art We Trust

I get my fill of art when Bachan visits London. I see her energized by our ventures to local and major art exhibitions. Her preference is modern art, but she’ll muse over the masters, too. For her annual October visit, we started at the Barbican for their Cabaret exhibit, and then had afternoon tea in their conservatory. On a rainy Sunday, we trekked out to a craft fair featuring Japanese Shibori and textiles. The artist in my mom was even enthused when we selected a handful of house plants to decorate our flat.

I sandwich in a now-customary mini vacation during her visits to London. I knew I had to perfect place to feed her artistic imagination. Amsterdam boasts a MuseumKwartier that could fill at least a week of museum wanderlust. We stayed across the street from the quad so we could walk over whenever suited.

We arrived on the Eurostar and ate lunch at Foodhallen. It’s an easy space for groups to find a meal, and it’s situated in the same building as an up and coming artist shop. The shop features a tattoo parlor for store bought items. You ‘tattoo’ directly onto the cover of a journal, mug, glasses case, t-shirt, etc. We skipped the ‘ink’ but it’s an idea I hadn’t seen before. We spent the remainder of the afternoon walking the canal rings to give my mom a sense of the city, and to give her some practice crossing the streets between the infamous bike and tram lanes.

For me, the first sight to see has to be the Anne Frank House. I always book tickets for the first entry in the morning to see the space as empty as possible. My mom admitted she wasn’t sure she wanted to start the trip with such a heartbreaking exhibit but was ultimately glad she did. Saya also did very well in the small and narrow annex.

From the Anne Frank House, you can wander the nine streets, and take yourself to stroopwaffles at Lanskroon bakery. I led us towards the sandwich place that Ev suggested to get burgers, but we were distracted by the line outside the soup place across the street: Soup en Zo – Spiegel. It was a better lunch option as my mom was beginning to feel a bit under the weather. We took our soups back to our hotel and had a much a needed siesta.

That Moco Museum was the perfect sized space for an afternoon visit. The museum is dedicated to Banksy, Kusama, and other modern artists who are becoming icons in their own right. The elements of social justice intertwined with cartoons and sculpture made use giddy to discuss the artists long after we left the exhibit.

De Pijp neighborhood is on the other side of the MuseumKwartier but I can see how tourists miss heading in that direction because they’re pulled back into the canal rings. I’m glad we ventured out to find a local spot called The Seafood Bar. It was a relaxing space for an early dinner, nothing frilly, and just basic good eats. Saya was even lulled to sleep in the chill atmosphere!

It’s pretty clear that my mom was under the weather on our last full day in Amsterdam. We took it easy and only went to the largest museum in Amsterdam: The Rijksmusem!? I booked a tour so that we could see one section of the museum comparing Rembrandt and Velazquez. This was my plot so that I wouldn’t become overwhelmed like my previous self in the Prado and the Lourve. We took a rainy walk back to De Pijp to have an early dinner at the Spaghetteria before tucking ourselves into bed.

On the final morning, we hit the Stedelijk Museum for modern Japanese poster art. As we waited for the museum to open, a small boy took an interest in Saya and kept poking his head into the pram. This entertained us until we were able to enter the museum. The posters were fun, and some we connected with right away: like the one with all the tree kanji creating a ‘forest’, or the global warming poster with a giraffe and the continents as her spots. We wanted to spend more time here but had to catch the Eurostar back to London in the early afternoon.

Though we know that Saya is Bachan’s muse when she visits London, the museums of Amsterdam didn’t hurt one bit when it came to a little inspiration. My mom will tuck away these moments of inspiration to feature later in a new block print, a New Years poem, or a fun outfit for Saya when she returns next.



Anne Frank House

Lanskroon bakery for stroopwaffles

Soup en Zo – Spiegel for soups, salads, and breads

The 9 Streets for window (or real) shopping

De Pijp neighborhood for The Seafood Bar or Spaghetteria

Cotswolds, England London, England Margate, England

LonSum 3.0 August: Friends Growing Up Together

Baby Jonah and Evin kicked off August making every day of their visit a play date for Ev and me (forget the babies?!). It felt like there hadn’t been any time between us. I invited her to another baby’s 100 day party, brunch at Ottolenghi, and of course, a bangin’ Sunday Roast with Pops. Exploring the neighborhood with one of my dearest friends let me pretend we were parenting together as we’d imagined it back in the states.

Uncle PScrilla and Auntie Jam’s visit brought more reflection and gratitude. Just like with Ev, touching base with long time friends highlights that we’re all still learning about ourselves and figuring out what we want to do when we grow up. Peyton created meals while Jam and I swapped music. The barrel of laughs started when Corey would return home after work. Saya soaked up all the attention from her newfound flat mates.

In between friends visiting London, Saya and I continued our art circuit. At the Serpentine Gallery, we were wowed by the incredible Faith Ringgold. What a talent. I also discovered Lee Krasner at the Barbican. She doesn’t have a definitive style, but has vibrant and strong brushstrokes on every canvas. We had a quick afternoon tea with Tia Franny. Sarah came by to play after work. I was reminded how much Saya has grown since Sarah’s last visit resulted in Saya sleeping against her chest for almost two hours! Saya’s development is also documented in two pictures below: turning over for the first time in her cot, and learning how to grab her toes. Finally, I attempted to take Saya to work, but she didn’t last long at the office (oops!).

Sam and I finally made our girls trip happen for the August bank holiday. Margate must’ve had the last airbnb for miles and we snagged it. The flat was sweltering but we were determined to make our holiday one to remember. Sam’s colleague, Tatijana, spent the first day with us winding through the small streets, playing at the arcade, and finding the drinks along the promenade.

We had gourmet meals every night: duck breast, roasted dove, and a magnum of rose. Sam even taught me how to shuck fresh oysters.

The ‘man to man’ coverage we played on our kids didn’t seem as tiring when we did it together. The three minute showers still felt refreshing and the cheap, no frills breakfasts hit the spot. I reflected how our first real vacation together felt familiar and relaxed. No decisions needed to be made ahead of time. Our rhythm with our kids felt as though we’d done this before.

For Labor ‘Yay’ Weekend, we welcomed the Freeds to Islington. We rode the bus and played in the park- both highlights for a 2 and 4 year old. We played red light, green light in the backyard and were introduced to their favorite cartoon, Masha.

Then Free booked us a weekend away at Bourton-on-the-Water. It’s a picturesque village in the Cotswolds with a small river running through it. We stayed a short walk outside of village, but ventured in each day to find activities that were perfect for families. Nothing was high tech or animated. Every block hosted an ice cream shop or cafe. Our pub lunches were cosy against a backdrop of stone buildings and low bridges across the creek.

We also made our own fun at the airbnb: obstacles courses and musical chairs. Probably my favorite memory was when we started to play hide and seek with household objects. The game where you hide an object, and then tell the ‘seeker’ if they are getting warmer or colder as they search.

Here is how the first scene played out when Free started hiding an orange for Ryan:

Free’s first rule: “You can ask three questions to help get ‘hints’ about the location of the orange”

Ryan’s first question: “Ok, where is the orange hidden?”

We erupted with laughter as he shattered our obtuse adult ‘rules’. Later, Ryan continued to show us up when it was his turn to hide the orange for his dad. Free closed his eyes to count to ten, and Ryan took no time to put the orange down his pants. His grin was priceless.

Minus the haphazard pack ‘n’ play provided for Saya, it was a great combo of getting to know Jared and Ryan and catching up with Free and Avery. Time slowed down while our kids played together and we uncorked another bottle of wine during this three day weekend.

London, England

LonSum 3.0 July: Art & Ice Cream

After Momma Margaret’s visit, I had to retrain myself to ‘mom’ without an extra set of helping hands. The summer art shows made the time go by more quickly until Corey would come home. I also planned play dates for myself to connect with friends.

We visited Somerset House’s Get Up, Stand Up exhibit that featured Horace Ove’s film, art, and photography. His son curated the exhibit to feature his dad, as well as the other artists and activists from the Windrush generation. My friend Sherita met us at the National Portrait Gallery to see the Portrait of the Year exhibit. Saya and I also hit up the Royal Academy of Arts for their summer extravaganza.

Alice, my old colleague, hung out with us on one of the hottest days in the summer. I had a towel on Saya’s head to keep her cool. During that week, in search of air con, we also hit up the Screen on the Green cinema for the first time. The Lion King was a very baby friendly feature film. Seeing the parents and carers set up prams, bassinets, carriers, and all the baby gear before the movie started was a show in itself.

Our NCT crew dubbed ourselves the ice cream club since scoops and cones featured weekly. We’d stroll Regent Park’s frieze sculptures, the canal, Highbury fields, and always find ourselves at the local ice cream shop. Sometimes, even the dads would meet us if they could get away from work in the late afternoon.

Other July events: I made my first quiche with the help of Sam’s recipe. We held a Teach First LDO/baby reunion. I also had my first night out with Nick’s friend, Brel. The bone marrow a Black Axe Mangal was tasty, but the feature for me was a carafe of wine. That made for a perfect summer night out for a first time mom.