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A Day of Fashion
... gardens. (It's interesting to note that the Royal Docks are being turned into a modern pleasure garden, to open in time for the Olympics. That will definitely be on my to-do list for the next time I'm in London.) The fashion was exquisite and the hats, oh the hats! It was very easy to see where English milliners get their ideas for the hats and fascinators of today. Wow! They were creative, strange, and absolutely gorgeous. I spent a lot of time in there, ...
Back to the Front.....
... homes to landslides due to heavy spring rains in Medellin. Because of Ben's hard work and dedication to helping the displaced families, Ben and his friends raised well in excess of $1,000,000 pesos and upon hearing about the families losing their homes, Ben and I went to the food distribution center in Medellin, where we proceeded to buy clothing, bedding and medical supplies for the families.
Upon arrival in the ...
Look out London, here I come!
... people there were equally kind, considerate and obliging. Makes you feel good to be alive.
I can hear the rain on the roof outside, sounds very pleasant. Weather hasn't been too bright since I landed in the UK, however, surprise surprise - I'm not concerned about it. Perhaps it's the fact that I was born in Victoria, Australia - weather is very similar. (Have now seen the 'light' and moved ...
The National Gallery
... face! It was great.
After leaving the Science Museum and parting ways with Liz I went to the National Gallery. Again another place where I couldn't take pictures inside, I suppose i must get used to this. They had room after room of amazing old inspiring paintings, I spent my whole afternoon inside. A couple of my favourites were Venus and Mars from Boticelli, a playing 15th century painting depicting the many sides and faces of ...
Tsunami on the brain
I got to wondering whether I had a motherly nature this week, when a girl offered me a seat on the train. I wasn't quite sure why she was asking, and could only assume that she thought the bulk underneath my jacket was a baby belly and hence offered me her seat. I politely declined, smiling, and carried on staring at my newspaper thinking that it might be time to do some exercise. I daren't be mistaken for a pregnant lady ...



