And Traveling the World
It’s Semana Santa in Sevilla. The city is packed and the narrow streets are full of processions. Dressed in long robes and colorful pointed hats, the local brotherhoods are bringing elaborate floats to the cathedral, some of them walking miles in bare feet just to get there.
I’m so over winter. I’m tired of the rain, the short days, the grey skies. I know, I’m spoiled. I just got back from three sunny weeks in Africa and I’m already complaining about the cold again. But really, it’s been freezing for four months now and I’m ready for spring, even if it’s a late spring in London.
Today I want to bring you my expat’s guide to the Carling Cup final. This match at Wembley Stadium was my first experience at at a soccer game in London, and here’s what I discovered.
I took photography classes in London this weekend. My boyfriend gave them to me as a gift, and two days of photography lessons in London Bridge gave me a better eye for composition, a deeper understanding of how my camera works, and a greater appreciation for the powers of Photoshop.
