We visited two years ago on the “preview” night before the Christmas market officially opened the next day. (If the kids look small, that’s why; they were.) It was the last night of our first trip to London. This was the most grand of all the Christmas markets I’d seen—there were elaborate set ups, crazy-big carnival rides and vendor booths that stretched over and along the bank of the Thames. After a week of hotel beds and lugging a stroller up and down tube steps, we were beat. So we stayed in the park had a pint on cask, cotton candy and gummies. Jacob desperately wanted and was so happy to get a Sponge Bob balloon. I thought we’d deflate it and take it home the next day, but he let it go when we got back to the hotel.
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That's me. When I started this, we were living a life of adventure. Toting two kids across Europe. Planning our next trip before unpacking our suitcases. We had more adventures than I ever had time to post.
Now we have a mortgage. And a whole new kind of "adventure."
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