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  • i'm back in DC. thank goodness.

    i finally unpacked everything this evening. i reinstalled cable and internet. i signed back up for netflix. i organized my mail. they are all really simple things, but getting back to some of the basics is long overdue. as well, i need to get running again, literally... that could possibly be the next step. i've been far too lazy and distracted.

    i think it's time to get some clarity as well about what i find to be acceptable, what i need and don't need, what i deserve... it's possible that i have been compromising lately and i am not entirely certain i've been completely true to myself.

    time for a little think about that last bit.

  • treats.

    i keep complaining and saying that i can't wait to get back to DC. it's true though, i do miss my home, and i am tired of London. it isn't all that bad though. i shouldn't make it sound like a miserable experience. i think it's just one of those opportunities where in hindsight, i'll look back upon it more positively than when in the moment. of course it's a little sad that it should be that way, but it just simply is. today though, i realized that i have been and continue to be given treats throughout my stay here. i've acquired some new shoes, for one. for two, a grateful staff person from my Warsaw office brought me some Polish vodka as a thank you gift:



    how he knew that i like to have a drink every now and then... well, maybe it was our christmas party that tipped him off. he said he was going to just bring me some fruit, but the next day realized that this seemed more appropriate of a gift. i'm slightly embarrassed, slightly pleased. then there is the corner bakery that today gave me extra treats. i usually just get one strawberry tart, today they gave me three:



    being here, in London, it's been full of interesting experiences. i've been tested and stretched in ways never before... so all in all, it hasn't been too bad. i have learned much from this and will take away much. let's call this growth. positive growth. but i'm still counting down.

    yes, that's 3 days, 17 hours and 5 minutes left before i leave.

  • last weekend in london!

    the famed st. paul's cathedral: 

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    the millenium bridge, which crosses over the thames - it was a bit cold, windy and wet:

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    snapshots from the v and a:

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  • it's saturday, 8.15pm GMT. here i am, in london, and i'm exhausted. i fell asleep around 3am last night, mumbling (semi) sweet nothings on skype to my babe. i must have been completely exhausted though, because amazingly, i woke up at 5pm today. in other words, i've been awake for 3 hours. it was dark when i went to sleep, and dark when i woke up.

    i think my body is crashing. i've been working too hard, and i'm drained. physically. mentally. this was not a trip for pleasure. every day, it has been 12 hours in the office, and then routinely another 2-3 hours of work before i drift off to sleep. working like a dog can't continue so i'm counting down to the moment i can leave the UK and head back home. i need some normalcy. actually, i need a break. and going home will be a vacation to me- the comforts of my home, my family, the fellow who has my heart right now. it sounds just blissful. heavenly. 139 hours left here before i leave. and then back in time five hours, to the EST.

    it was no suprise that with all this hard work, i let loose at our office christmas party here in london. the theme was angels and sinners. i of course was angelic, and my brussels HR colleague, was devilish.



    exhausted from the crazy pace of work, i had about seven cocktails and was a dancing fool at the party which went until 1am. i closed the place down but made it home safely. no public regurgitating either.

    my head is so discombobulated right now. i guess that's what 14 hours of sleep does to you. just some thoughts.

  • new hair.

    new hair. a trim and some color. i've decided i like jet black... the only downside is that when i step out the shower, i look quite pale without a stitch of makeup... and with my hair in a state of disarray, i look a little bit like edward scissorhands. strange.

  • just a spoonful of sugar!

    how magical! literally next door to my flat, is prince edward theater where mary poppins has been playing. i finally picked up a ticket - the last one available tonight- to watch the show. it was simply charming! i loved every minute of the show. spoonful of sugar, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, chim chimmery chim chimmery chim chim cheroo, let's go fly a kite...

    i wasn't supposed to take pics while inside, but i couldn't help myself. here are a few that i was able to snag:






    i'm definitely going to try to catch at least one more show before i leave... although there are only 13 days left for me to get 'er done. 13 days! woohoo! i miss home.

    so... my sleep clock is a little off. i slept for four hours yesterday evening, then was up until 5am, and then fell back asleep to wake up at 3.30pm. who knows when i'll fall asleep tonight, but i have to at least wake up by 12.30pm to make it to a salon appointment. i'm going to risk it and get my hair trimmed while here. wish me luck.

  • i love my nephew. look at how ridiculously cute he is:

    more pics on flickr.

  • morocco recap.

    where to start... first of all, morocco was a great experience. i saw some awesome, great, wonderful things that couldn't be captured by camera. let's start there. everyone thought we were japanese... so literally, every four minutes, people called out, "arigato!" "konichiwa!" at first it seemed harmless. it was somewhat humorous... but you hear that over and over, and it gets tiring. people are constantly on the hustle. you walk down the street and people try to be your guide. you ignore them as saying "no thank you" politely, doesn't seem to work. transport options are endless - we rode trains, we rode taxis, we rode in a limo, we shared a chartered mercedes out to the country with four other strangers... and now, on to the pictures.

    we hired guides to help us navigate through the city. here was one of our fes guides, chilling at the royal palace of king mohammed VI:
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    navigating the medina, the old part of the city, is not easy, therefore the need for a guide. this is a view of the fes medina - and this is only a portion of it.

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    the fes medina does not allow car traffic, and the streets all look the same. narrow. again, another reason for hiring guides:

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    we learned pretty quickly that essentially, medinas are just giant marketplaces. there are all sorts of crafts being created and sold. check out this giant leather tannery:

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    the round pots are actually vats to die the hides - each pot is probably about five feet wide by three feet deep. you can also see hides being laid out to dry in the sun on rooftops (the yellow and brown figures in the bottom of the picture above). you can see the shape of the animal still... likely a cow though they also use camel, lamb and goat often for leather. the smell of the hides and the tanneries in general is pretty horrendous so you are often given mint to mask the smell when near tanneries:

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    the dies used for leather are generally all natural- plants, flowers and other compounds give the leather their vibrant colors. same goes for silk which morocco produces decent amounts of as well. here are spools of silk being laid out to dry:

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    within medinas, you can find various places for respite, and they of course, are all beautiful. these two shots are both within schools in the medinas. the latter is a UNESCO world heritage site.

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    kids run around all over the medina as there are schools and homes within:

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    everyone speaks arabic, and some of the kids speak french too. but beyond saying bonjour, i couldn't communicate much with them. but they were all curious about me, as i was about them. it was always fun coming upon kids though.

    heading north of fes, we went to tangier. this spot is at cap spartel, which is where the atlantic ocean meets the mediterranean sea.

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    also in tangier, we visited the hercules cave. it's supposed to look like an inverted outline of africa. cool, eh?

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    here is the area beyond the cave which looks out onto the atlantic:

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    oh yeah, before tangier though, we went to this area called meknes which is the closest town to a few historic sites. first was moulay idriss, a major muslim pilgrimage site. it is one of five sites a muslim should make in his or her lifetime to reach mecca, i think.

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    from there, we headed to volubulis, an ancient roman ruins site a few kilometers from the town. this area was build about 40 AD, and it is the furthest known area that the roman empire reached. it was simply amazing.

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    i'm tired just recapping. it was a lot of walking and we were constantly on the go, it seemed. so... that's it for now. more later. these are just highlights for now of the coolest things i saw. 

    cheers!

  • rucksack, bumbag.

    yes, so, i've been running around town shopping for stuff for my morocco trip. mainly, the need was a backpack, or as people call them here, rucksack. (and never say fanny pack here, it's bum bag. apparently, fanny is a vulgar term for the vah-jay-jay.) today, i found the best pack ever, or at least the best pack for the time being:



    i kinda look like a rucksack model, don't i? not to say i look like a model like i could be on the cover of vogue, but the stances in these pictures. they are just classic. so, let me introduce you to the karrimor, hot earth rucksack. the sack holds 40 liters, which should be plenty of space for me to be able to fit my belongings for an extended weekend. people in the ether reviewing the sack say that it was: tested with mountaineers, climbers, explorers and high
    adrenaline action sport athletes. very good and handy backpack for
    those more enduring activities.
    and now, i own the same darn bag. amazing. i think it's out of my league.

    so, 4.5 days worth of stuff is to fit in that backpack. this should be interesting - me, pack light? just one pair of pants for the entire trip? oh yes, and its 70 something degrees there. scratch tank tops and other summer clothes though. as an islamic country, i'm going to try to be respectful and cover up. jeans. long sleeve shirts. i'm not looking forward to that aspect. yes, this should be an interesting trip. 

  • oh, and i came across this lovely piece of art today on the side of a building on the East End. there was something about her that i  particularly liked...