Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Juggling in the Rain

Saturday was a typical summer day in London: rainy.  Our landlords stopped by to pick up their mail in the morning.  Apparently the Royal Mail is just as efficient as the USPS in forwarding mail.  I submitted a new forwarding request to have our mail sent to our house in Wimbledon (rather than Josh's office) when we were in DC a month and a half ago, but so far nothing with the distinctive yellow sticker has come through our mail slot.  Similarly, our landlords requested that their mail be forwarded, and we even got a confirmation letter from Royal Mail, but we still get 2 or 3 pieces of mail for them every week. Sigh.

Anyway, after they left, we enjoyed a leisurely waffle breakfast, hung around the house for a while, and then headed to the West End to catch a matinee of the Flying Karamazov Brothers at the Vaudeville Theatre.   They are not brothers, they don't fly, and none of them are Russian, but they are incredible jugglers.  They can also sing and play multiple musical instruments.  In fact, sometimes they do all three at once. 
Their show was similar to when we saw them at at Wolf Trap a couple years ago, but we still enjoyed it.  They always do a bit called "The Champ" where they invite the audience to submit items for The Champ to juggle.  People who have seen them before come prepared, and this audience did not disappoint.  The Champ had to juggle a golf umbrella, a child's potty seat, and an over-the-door hook array (for hanging stuff on the back of a door).  He managed to do it on his third attempt, just barely escaping the pie in the face he traditionally gets when he fails the challenge.

After the show, we spent some time strolling around nearby Covent Garden, which is an interesting mix of vendors, shops, restaurants, and street performers -- much of it under cover.  That made it even more appealing as it started raining again.  We ended up watching yet another juggler while we waited for it to let up.

We started feeling a bit peckish, so we went in search of a Mexican restaurant that several people had recommended.  It is hard to find decent Mexican food in London -- or even the ingredients to make it yourself -- so we were excited to try this place out, despite the strange spelling of the name.
The menu at Wahaca was interesting.  They had familiar-sounding options like tacos, quesadillas, and burritos, but some of the ingredients were a bit odd.  Mozzarella and feta cheese.  Potatoes.  Broad beans.  Peas.  Huh?  We enjoyed the food, but if this is the best Mexican restaurant in London, it doesn't say much for the rest of them.  I did get a couple other suggestions from some of the AWC members, so maybe there are some better ones.  Otherwise, I may have to resort to the one Chipotle in London when I get a yen for Mexican food  -- or Tex-Mex.


  1. peckish, eh? I'm loving witnessing the transformation! I am completely anticipating the day that you dedicate an entire post to the use of all the words you've learned about out there.

    Also, I'm trying to picture someone juggling those items and I simply can not. Surprised he didn't have a black eye after that umbrella!

    ps: Sorry to hear about your mail (or lack thereof still).

  2. I think the locals would be at a complete loss if they tried to pronounce Oaxaca.


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