Usually we take the tube to the markets, but we decided that since it was 50 degrees and sunny (a London rarity) we needed to get our workout on. We speed-walked three and half miles to Borough Market to enjoy the culinary delights we have previously raved about in our blog. To ensure we were receiving maximum health benefits from this speed-walk, we decided to do arm exercises and high knees at every red light. The Londoners appreciated our go get 'em attitude; one man rolled down his window to yell "You got this girls!" It definitely pumped us up.
(We love our school colors! And yes, we are wearing North Faces tied around our waists.)
We had everything from bratwurst to rhubarb cake. Don't know what those are? We didn't either, but life is about adventure, right? It was great that we had to walk three and half miles back home because we each ate enough to feed a family of four, or maybe six.
The next day we went to Notting Hill and enjoyed Portabello Market. This market went for miles and was full of antique shops and old books. We'll have to visit again because we only made it a quarter-mile as our legs were sore from the rigorous workout to Borough Market.
Our latest market experience was in Camden. We assumed it would always be 50 and sunny on days we went to markets, so naturally we didn't wear warm clothes. Whoops, it was 30-something degrees today. We made the best of it though, Cristina even made some new friends.
Steph, on the other hand, made an enemy. As we entered the market, several men with tall, spiky hair (not the cool kind) and combat boots caught our attention. Words can't do these men justice, so here's a photo of someone who looks similar to them.
Anyway, Steph and her sly self pulled out a camera to snap a photo of one of these characters. He didn't like that one bit. He briskly walked toward Steph and semi-shouted "Let me see that picture!" The scary, emo, spiky-haired, combat boot wearing man demanded she delete the photo. She yelled "No way Jose, I do what I want when I want!" After kicking him in the baby-maker she ran away screaming "Victory is mine!"
Okay maybe it didn't go down like that. Steph, with very shaky hands, fumbled around with the camera trying to remember how to turn it on and delete a photo. She quickly deleted the picture and squeaked "I'm so sorry!" and ran away like a little girl. Maybe next time.
On a lighter note, we went to go see "Wicked" tonight. We may or may not have decided to quit school and pursue a career in musical theater. It was so moving we even found ourselves tearing up in a comedy about two witches.
We don't know what your plans are this week, but if anyone wants to head over to Madrid or Lisbon, we'll be there! We know this is late notice so on the off chance you can't make it, don't worry, we'll be putting up some good pics and stories when we get back.
Cheers!
Awesome. You girls rock!!!!! Love you. Grandma Rennie
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