Wimbledon

I'll piece together our trip slowly, but surely. After a series of misfortunate events, we started off by barely making our plane (in typical fashion, sad to say, we got to the airport 50 minutes before our London flight) The flight was uneventful, as Carlos says, "one take-off, one landing, equals a good flight." After arriving in London, we tubed to our great neighborhood Kensington, dumped our stuff in the hotel, and then headed to Wimbledon. Carlos was as giddy as a child on Christmas day. After queueing for an hour or two we got in; and saw a ton of matches. One of these photos from Court 2 shows how many courts you could watch at a time. There was so much stimulation there, adrenaline, heartbreak, victory, defeat, it was better than a Shakespearean drama. We want to come back some year and rent a cottage in the neighborhood, so as to be closer and see more.
So cool to be so close, aside from the Brazilian soccer game, I have never seen such beauty and perfection.

John McEnroe, pretty fun to watch an oldie but goody:)


Strawberries and Cream, I'm excited!

Our friends went back the day of the final to watch Nadal slay King Federer from Henman Hill- wish we could have too, but our flight from London left that afternoon. What a great fortnight of competition.