Whirl winds don't normally happen in 8 days; but with so many people to visit, and making the most out of the time I have there, it does feel like a rush. I do, at times, feel like a tornado passing through and upsetting the order of lives there.
I have always loved going to London to visit my family. Almost all of my dad's side is there. So I try to get there once a year to visit everyone. And this year with a two week spring break - it seemed the perfect time to go and visit.
Between visiting family in far North, East, South, and West London, and friends in the Center, I did quite a bit. I managed to do some drawing, lots of walking, visit a couple of art galleries, go to a few pubs, and take in a play - Wicked! And my word if Wicked wasn't just fabulous!! The story was captivating, and the flow and songs were great!
I enjoy how much there is to see and do in London, and I find it such an inspirational city in regard to the art and culture. It is the one city, apart from Vancouver that I could envision living in - adventures around every corner. The hustle and bustle feels like just the right amount, and though many have said "Oh it's just because you're a tourist there", I think I may just leave my prairie roots and climb into England's greener pastures!
Watching birds fly around the Greenwich castle grounds after a lovely piece of Victorian Cream Cake
London; a whirl wind visit
Toucans and other flighty wonders
Today is a day of beautiful birds. We up and leave the secluded paradise that is Tortuguero, and head to Saraquipi National park in the interior of Costa Rica. We will be staying with a local family, at their bed and breakfast - a garden Posada (Posada Andrea Cristina). The man running the locale is eccentric, kind, knowledgeable, and very humble - his name is Alex. Breakfast is in the midst of the garden where Alex looks after us and the birds. He brings us fresh baked bread, eggs, great coffee, and of course a myriad of fresh fruit. I lazily sit and watch as he attaches some ripe bananas to an old gnarled tree and then am fascinated over the next couple of hours as gorgeous tropical birds of every color come down to feed. There are small jewel toned humming birds, and also toucans that look as though they have flown out of the National Geographic magazines of my childhood. And I think to myself "what a wonderful world."
Hello! My name is Tahira Karim. I was born and raised on the Canadian prairies have been leaving and returning ever since. I absolutely love to travel. I am an observer of life and culture, and I have a passion for history and food. I am a visual artist who specializes in painting and drawing. And this blog is a jumble of my writing and thoughts on travel, culture, and food, with a bunch of personal stories thrown into the mix. Enjoy!