<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 26 Jun 2026 17:16:04 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>MisFitz Abroad</title><description>Naina Mistry and Josh Fitzhugh&#39;s UK adventure</description><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-4883419181289774513</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2014 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-01T18:53:07.123+00:00</atom:updated><title>Year in Review: 2014</title><atom:summary type="text">
One
of my New Year’s resolutions for 2015
is to resurrect my woefully neglected blog.&amp;nbsp;
I took a break from it when my father passed away unexpectedly two years
ago and then was so overwhelmed by the backlog of posts that I didn’t know how to start it back up again.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope a few
people enjoyed reading it, but my primary reason for doing it was to record</atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2014/12/year-in-review-2014.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBMUdnjMJSK_CGgHof65pVzWBJyg8Pp80pgyJaek4-jNb2kOLksWqkiQI1q2VXKa0O3-jnMkdsTGCp384aiw7EFOlhDx4Nwal2CRiGsSJQ1dDMT4Ao5yAMVBC7FmrjGPsyTr6ls-H9k-v-/s72-c/P1120601.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-3559122654047807304</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2014 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-07-04T00:15:11.856+01:00</atom:updated><title>Splendour on the Grass</title><atom:summary type="text">My advice to anyone who wants to see the Wimbledon Tennis Championships with minimal fuss is to pick a day when Andy Murray is NOT playing and the weather forecast is good, and just show up in the early afternoon and get a Grounds pass.&amp;nbsp; Following my own excellent advice, I picked up some snacks and reached the Queue right at noon.&amp;nbsp; With only a handful of people in front of me, I </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2014/07/splendour-on-grass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5PDzeyTfuFAkE-3Ylm2PYQqvKcmEwvIpQtB0x3t-N87M8vkeHTdF6AT6XzjxUzP0Y-ShuFVckUjVVdgKVQP27feVka29LNULsEhRpl19eHwb16qZnVnILYQ_OiEQstZVCn0YRHqGna1c/s72-c/IMG_1243.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-5588248436192723041</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Aug 2013 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-14T16:23:44.826+01:00</atom:updated><title>Visit from a Harry Potter Fan</title><atom:summary type="text">There&#39;s no shortage of ways to indulge your inner Harry Potter fan in the London area, so when my friend Ann -- one of the biggest HP fans I know -- planned a visit with her husband, Matt, she took advantage of as many of them as she could.

No Potter fan should visit London without booking tickets for the Warner Brothers Studio Tour, where you can see all the sets, props, and costumes from the </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/08/visit-from-harry-potter-fan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNzEsPHjZ4jj9_WqVq8VoU3WTd2K4mW7dCFFrwChfVkcnY9ffOdmrKXisL_7Z-TT7RTKp47Y0_l57zYLyhf2wgclxhiy2bWw47qiyRvVmmx83wGyZXunT3Xiyimr-p9hXiRIJAK8fWE9Mo/s72-c/P1110539.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-5880651483721924903</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jul 2013 22:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-01T22:15:38.706+01:00</atom:updated><title>Reggio Emilia</title><atom:summary type="text">When most people visit Italy for the first time, they go to Rome, or Venice, or Florence. My first trip to Italy was to Bologna. I did eventually make it to those other cities, but I never would have guessed that the first place I would revisit in Italy would be...&amp;nbsp; Bologna!

Why Bologna?&amp;nbsp; Well, our friends Rob &amp;amp; Diana had invited us to meet up with them during their 2-week tour of </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/07/reggio-emilia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrX3YmrgU-uurqOlDZrTEcpNkqBKL0QUPXpx0AdceB8PcuE68E9oAS1ku5XKMy4XD7uTEZh4J_jYHzRUJwveFG29fdG7E1OvCdIlGGp3MHexy4fB-v3ZQcV9Lgj-jtp2dePYqkrfwDXt5F/s72-c/IMG_0614.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-6927058964636329584</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jul 2013 17:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-04T00:32:50.376+01:00</atom:updated><title>My Day in Court</title><atom:summary type="text">95% of the time, Wimbledon is a relatively quiet, residential part of London, but for two weeks (aka, &quot;The Fortnight&quot;) every summer, it gets a little nutty.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s time for tennis!


Burger King&#39;s &quot;Whopper&quot; takes on a new meaning



The Queen fills in for Nadal and Federer



Morrison&#39;s supermarket changes its name in honor of Andy Murray



Viewing screen and lawn chairs set up in the town </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/07/my-day-in-court.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTzEK_yMwGPAVNGVrCqXthXkGF8YGIGG4pkZNFZXlvBFD54iTSG96CG-9yLARkvD4uqYdT9ny65O4sDCHrzrQngDoBMHzOlfV2krCVTe13UnTnfr7TCwoXsEWd-BCDQoWHtaJJQ-FrQspl/s72-c/P1110333.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-2899426281175539441</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jun 2013 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-14T18:14:25.717+01:00</atom:updated><title>Family Reunion Down Under</title><atom:summary type="text">The last time I saw my cousin Vishal, I was a senior in college and he was an extremely shy 10-year- old boy.&amp;nbsp; I had only met him once before, when I was 13 and he was a precocious toddler.

The only reason I wasn&#39;t close to that part of my family was that I literally wasn&#39;t close to that part of my family.&amp;nbsp; I grew up in Fresno, California.&amp;nbsp; Vishal and his older brother, Kaushik, </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/06/family-reunion-down-under.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7aK9eW20TT7UIJCPl6v26Tn54oQRPGFSab2ESjrhKe_L24t-_CRMsns3rPZiEAmHm94t_F9sQPFY8v77nLu18TGMmDy_uXh_lSnPCYB97PGJKip6NkgUAJ5F0lbpg9K43PtvdyDMSqHEw/s72-c/P1100521.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-1044800557492069033</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-11T22:03:13.554+01:00</atom:updated><title>A Tale of Two Houses</title><atom:summary type="text">For two historic houses located half an hour apart in Kent, they could not have been more different.&amp;nbsp;

On a beautiful spring day (May Day, in fact) we took a bus south from London to visit two famous country estates.&amp;nbsp; The first, Ightham Mote (&quot;item moat&quot;), is noteworthy because -- despite having a lengthy succession of unrelated owners -- it has remained nearly unchanged since it was </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-tale-of-two-houses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0SJp-PX2-XF4eRK0mCL9nnSlBtvkJEjTrjxzDjmKn7_FfArhOlZ55VSDCaMybFm3doeJsA33U8f_v1WD1HcsJRVcPbAQUJs05M8mprmprIQNKs-QFLPaq-A2bEN3w-3-AbpgFpxJMLTaZ/s72-c/P1100072.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-6251441424117193211</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2013 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-12T17:13:30.099+00:00</atom:updated><title>The Tate Store</title><atom:summary type="text">

When a friend invited me to join her for a tour of the Tate Store, I initially wondered why they were giving tours of a museum shop -- but it turns out that&#39;s what the Tate calls their massive storage facility in SE London. I couldn&#39;t say no to that!

It was quite an adventure getting there, as it is not only in an unfamiliar neighborhood, but required me to take a train, the Tube, a bus, and </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/02/the-tate-store.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LgSKzA-lLRWLIvJilk3dO2xcLRTyx9bVxGyCjd_WkEelAVNBG1-fi6HMplJj_y4kha6GhC_miuISwyxJO9XHgKBNq38pN9m6aThs5w_y5F-YlNgsTnECXKcvCoImjxJvVF0b4ZjYKvw_/s72-c/tank.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-4820444436684290244</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2013 23:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-30T23:26:56.927+00:00</atom:updated><title>Antiquing in Lewes</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Antiquing&quot; is an oddly specific word, but it&#39;s not quite the same as shopping for antiques.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s more about the experience than the results -- at least in my experience.

A group of my AWC buddies and I took a day trip to the cute little town of Lewes to go antiquing.&amp;nbsp; The morning started out with a few sprinkles, but the sun came out and brightened up our day.


A sunny day!




It </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/01/antiquing-in-lewes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkJDCNK1RVqy6wsMS_18rXz-bghcMtE4zNhRGmc4V-ZGPQEEBtMZ0RHFcuPt9eOBr96YmB7qbsqX7hRWpWtcNWn2T7rULkYo8FdfAhKTTDkyASkD4c7N4wh9QZyAFtfYftYVSXMVjbsMYo/s72-c/P1090731.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-4636953950527630601</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 17:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-31T20:00:26.831+00:00</atom:updated><title>A Bit of Soleil on a Snowy Day</title><atom:summary type="text">Despite what you may see on TV or in movies, it rarely snows in London; so when it does, it&#39;s a pretty big deal.&amp;nbsp; Even a couple inches of snow can cause quite a bit of excitement, not to mention major travel issues.


A snowy day in the UK

&amp;nbsp;Fortunately, the District Line was running just fine, because we had tickets to see a show at the Royal Albert Hall in Kensington:&amp;nbsp; Cirque du </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-bit-of-soleil-on-snowy-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKTHXOq2fcn2Wek5575_ms-fZZEWBjXGgOnHn1KroHBKDmPekqCb06isJfAOXInKVSs4gOUxs2llIkpqTseNJLH6bc6U68uBEbA_mM-6EZ5Rbkwaonp9nYtgIkpmx3i2m-GVJIDyD_Ka6/s72-c/P1090698.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-3151559774680543878</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2013 21:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-02-03T22:50:58.350+00:00</atom:updated><title>Stoke-on-Trent, Take II</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s January, which means it&#39;s time for the AWC&#39;s annual pilgrimage to the pottery factory shops in Stoke-on-Trent to hit the sales.&amp;nbsp; This is one of the most popular and eagerly anticipated day trips of the year, and one of the few things that will get me out of bed at 5 am in the middle of winter.

Yes, it&#39;s a looong bus ride to Stoke-on-Trent, but time passes quickly when you are chatting </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/01/stoke-on-trent-take-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBR_CjJh52IDBOS4gN405SCL2_qCvLzOQN9j26ilN27ro1LhJBx29A8AI2ZLBNiA6sjy43OIgEF_tNGHhHy4ZgWNOU0Lf5aHxaYD0ZWbyQqhMohpLzORqgIotesIONC0MfOHzTTMtir8bT/s72-c/P1090663.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-320859846910804404</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2013 14:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-13T00:27:54.685+00:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas in California</title><atom:summary type="text">After running ourselves ragged last Christmas with a 3-week, bi-coastal, multi-city visit to the US, we decided to keep things simple this year.&amp;nbsp; We flew to San Francisco to spend two weeks in the Bay Area with family and friends.&amp;nbsp; Although Josh prefers to be knee-deep in snow at this time of year, he had little objection to some rest &amp;amp; relaxation in sunny California after a very </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2013/01/christmas-in-california.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycjWhVWjKosht50RQVhxJyVcr5xLnctin_kYBR4dBfrppxiC383PlDq-_HhvBxMjb3Y7VS824tsc7sb5jHsMlgta_w3_rc3IBiRlRaysr-o40zPlKrL8RZKq85gdxS2CDS3R10W1jKROf/s72-c/IMG_0458.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-1390642886864152729</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2012 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-31T02:50:20.840+00:00</atom:updated><title>Whale Watching</title><atom:summary type="text">&#39;Twas the day before Christmas and in our rental house, we marveled at the weather and resolved to go out.








A gorgeous day in Monterey

A whale-watching tour in Monterey Bay was just what we needed on this beautiful day.



Randy&#39;s Whale Watching tours

Fisherman&#39;s Wharf had a festive air...


Festive boat

Even Santa Claus was there...


Santa goes for a sail

The birds and beasts were </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/12/whale-watching.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eQtIRyxKhX95wAaU28Tt5ICZt89qSxUyjscVPZgoOcU_wYX0yWVAOkKRavVI9Q5bf4ZyH6LENp_qFC4SMpuVq3ZpWF6d-6Wdi7yPb0tCILuV7I0K-QoZ1VmRYuDDRHewUaCTGcUP_ZmW/s72-c/P1090592.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-8355404396106145755</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2012 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-28T18:24:10.826+00:00</atom:updated><title>Priscilla: Queen of the Panto</title><atom:summary type="text">Christmas traditions in the UK are a bit different from what we are used to in the US.&amp;nbsp; Sure, people decorate trees, put up lights, and exchange gifts -- the basics are the same.&amp;nbsp; But in the UK they have mince pies instead of Christmas cookies, Christmas pudding instead of pumpkin pie, and Father Christmas instead of Santa Claus.&amp;nbsp; No Christmas celebration is complete without </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/12/priscilla-queen-of-panto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQ6Am36Pr9qZnBWo5C_oBG7JdP3FgfXA4cAtyfhb-sGZ_wHwThmIXq8rNRttN1tKPeTWcQFdF7wx2L7069OtbUCS0C1OEww2ycyEn01MoL1YCwaK1_GnHEyOUaqQqg1_5qlarYLqv0-Xo/s72-c/P1090565.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-3249616676096007024</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2012 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-12T20:33:29.210+01:00</atom:updated><title>Our Boys</title><atom:summary type="text">I was surprised to learn that out of the 6 ladies who showed up for Theater Day this week, 3 of them had never seen Les Miserables.&amp;nbsp; Shocking!&amp;nbsp; Fortunately for me, the other two women had seen it several times, so they decided to come with me to see a play they&#39;d never heard of while the rest of the group took advantage of the half-price matinee tickets for Les Miz. 

Actually, I didn&#39;t</atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/10/our-boys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pLjmeURxHXhpMPuVAKDmrRncIvJ0t-8Ln_XpmI371JXJPF_dDyAnelf8pvUkGs4nvo_rDvhWhZJBmBdbOGOitzLAnA0lsmoJMCXXWD1BAqk-gtDP46s46RCAhq-4rTNeiOxOxOhj0ezW/s72-c/P1080543.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-9002827731760327171</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2012 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-11T22:18:44.851+01:00</atom:updated><title>A Hunting Expedition</title><atom:summary type="text">
It&#39;s not easy to motivate me to be up and out of the house by 6:15 am, but the opportunity to visit the largest antiques fair in Europe proved to be a strong enough incentive.&amp;nbsp; The Newark Antiques &amp;amp; Collectors Fair is held several times a year about two hours north of London.&amp;nbsp;

A group of about 30 women from the AWC boarded a bus in Kensington at 7 am Thursday morning and headed </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/10/a-hunting-expedition.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8YT5FMlyeW4i4BomhB2bJhbuhY8PW2_loVn5ZjpkWb6FLBmNBV277z3ATEeCHQgFl7VEh0eN6dz9Z-ep1WXSZK-NebDa2ra6RFIFJjTVC9UsO9Xp9oUHT_WTNbtUTcLoPJGxy2BJHAmat/s72-c/P1080536.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-2715109976307222918</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-08T19:06:31.342+01:00</atom:updated><title>Dressing Downton</title><atom:summary type="text">What could top a tour of Highclere Castle?&amp;nbsp; Not much, but to continue on my Downton Abbey high, I attended a talk last week at the Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum by Susannah Buxton, the costume designer for seasons 1 and 2 of the popular TV series.

Ms. Buxton was joined by a V&amp;amp;A curator from the Fashion department, who discussed some of the parallels between the Crawley sisters of Downton</atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/10/dressing-downton.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjpJIoTbQPiWjzGKG5g66IoFaszqqYJ0lZPSpzrUl9NiltllZV86VOsXZAxIhkDyeSVKN67F9uuVibQnltnJESHODgPHqe9MwlcKFRl-P2rtYlozNMcgGCqt6iUXnnn5bllPtoO7RQUAfn/s72-c/P1080495.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-3297437692322319165</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2012 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-10-01T23:29:07.387+01:00</atom:updated><title>Royal Chelsea Hospital</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;Why aren&#39;t you at work?&quot; demanded the 102-year old pensioner as we passed him in the corridor.&amp;nbsp; The man didn&#39;t look a day over 90, and apart from a cane, lacked the accessories you would expect to see on a man 20 years his junior: no hearing aid, no glasses, no motorized wheelchair or scooter.&amp;nbsp; As the oldest resident of the Royal Chelsea Hospital, I imagine he&#39;s seen plenty of other </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/09/royal-chelsea-hospital.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDRvKvXhpTjt2dbsBYcQ2RCSAG9dTB4B9yKzo9ktKpllNyjQXyEh41eIivzi4P_ytQzUVqydhDtRfpFtSk5Y9i0uMtylbB9CYGADwRIKWK6oAAwCyvYDku7VyUU3j553RHopD9uhY353ml/s72-c/P1080503.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-8933903552643306017</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2012 18:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-23T22:05:43.200+01:00</atom:updated><title>The Real &quot;Downton Abbey&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;You&#39;ll find there&#39;s never a dull moment in this house,&quot; said Lady Grantham, the Dowager Countess (played by the fabulous Maggie Smith).&amp;nbsp; As fans of Downton Abbey, we know that to be true, but after watching the premiere of the third season (which started Sept 17 here in the UK -- I promise not to reveal any spoilers!), my fellow AWC members and I were very excited to see for ourselves.

</atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-real-downton-abbey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfalf_CQgwBwcidOgVbZESiE2oMMNofa2NqSEtQcuFEX6y2jHFiM_l5g3RNBuidEl1EYsQ7vTb3gPJ7YeSsWa2N2KY-mf19hkpgHqZXSHSX-mq5yEagsYpuFwwxOl7WCA7h1KnXv83tk59/s72-c/P1080467.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-6177503954995046593</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2012 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-09-28T23:48:53.883+01:00</atom:updated><title>On the Fringe in Edinburgh</title><atom:summary type="text">As we emerged from the train station in Edinburgh, we could hear the 
sound of a lone bagpiper playing a familiar tune.&amp;nbsp; Amazing Grace?&amp;nbsp; Loch 
Lomond?&amp;nbsp; Nope.&amp;nbsp; The theme music from Star Wars.&amp;nbsp; The final weekend of the Fringe Festival was in full swing! 

Earlier that Saturday morning, we headed to King&#39;s Cross Station to catch the train.


Inside King&#39;s Cross

We couldn&#39;t </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/08/on-fringe-in-edinburgh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7cIMGp4YBykPpBme1WnpYNNnGTDm1hqUJD4FuWTSsyVHqHJ1kvSFpvKJRbnphgKsZzohAxRUQVvuhYyxfp-c69Eifndf1S75gJVwfcNt7Fh1UV3RtBWDzfkVdMStEGLNyH2Pbku4MgTqj/s72-c/P1080185.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-3909486750591576761</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-24T09:23:01.435+01:00</atom:updated><title>Bronze Medal Match</title><atom:summary type="text">Olympic tickets initially went on sale in the UK just a couple weeks after we arrived in the country.&amp;nbsp; We were still living out of our suitcases in a temporary furnished apartment, but we were so excited at the prospect of living in the host city that we applied for tickets to eight different events.&amp;nbsp; We got nothing.&amp;nbsp; Boy, was that disappointing!

When the second round of tickets </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/08/bronze-medal-match.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmwAFo3DX9R9Kg0qDrK7MlUo2IoQDB6Mf3NPkhqlAJlJ5Y1orKVBVL6FAfkpmqBSp42urBV9ElO8XDVUeFnfAUaA6TMi0qmI_xtFvMu91Z_9QleWdQEBv-IslThXGSnhF2Nej1bh1i7yQy/s72-c/P1080174.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-630588760755798523</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Aug 2012 10:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-18T16:19:40.921+01:00</atom:updated><title>A Walk in the (Olympic) Park</title><atom:summary type="text">
&quot;They&#39;re your tickets -- you should go!&quot;

&quot;No, you go.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sure Josh would rather go with you, and your friend will be there.&quot;

I&#39;m a bit of an introvert, so after attending 8 Olympic events, two concerts, and the Harry Potter studio tour over the course of 12 days, I was kind of looking forward to a quiet day to myself at home.&amp;nbsp; Josh was eager to see the Olympic Park, but you can </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/08/a-walk-in-olympic-park.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBNUldVnykIZURHPfCyajJyPV0VqYw4JPPF8gXos_FsZfLo216fWm7l_w7R7nKyYdfYpueMzWrZxfHTYbD1ScuT67RxzUOZkYe0faQlxIkgxfLResA-VgkNRM_Rp_9_VNHY0sq1FP3-3oS/s72-c/P1070951.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-4567440947827627363</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2012 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-13T00:10:48.679+01:00</atom:updated><title>Quidditch, Anyone?</title><atom:summary type="text">No, Quidditch is not an Olympic sport, but if the International Quidditch Association gets their way, maybe we&#39;ll be watching it in Rio in 2016.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, Sonia and I took a break from the Olympics to go to Leavesden, just northwest of London, to tour the Warner Brothers studios where all the Harry Potter movies were filmed.


The Making of Harry Potter: Warner Brothers Studio Tour

</atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/08/quidditch-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQDhyphenhyphenyqJt6tA603fwxkpUN0Evdv7X4z0TTT2lAAxcDdGIohSJTug17CR5riSpZsRclM3AMM7mIQoA5guPSzOkr7zeJxDGE-OrtFtwx7qGiXjStgg3uIPVwZOaYtpZlL-ka9EEX-r10zlkS/s72-c/P1070776.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-6816500697677042217</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2012 09:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-10T10:10:25.359+01:00</atom:updated><title>Olympic People-Watching (and Diving)</title><atom:summary type="text">One of the things that makes living in the Olympic host city so exciting and entertaining is all the interesting people you encounter -- not just at the events, but around the city, on public transport, and going about your daily business.&amp;nbsp; Of course, our daily business has mostly been attending Olympic events, but that has made for some great people-watching opportunities.

On Tuesday </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/08/olympic-people-watching-and-diving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkKzNK7aPKRPEcbHm640pRffwmalRVd0Pfa3ouXmQM82SYKLapw_gkT7MzCzUxp8DNSOaqRhHVuDDxa2GBucCK-cSEmRzsWM7oNmcsLRY7cpmmqfnSEckx6_mp1QQq30VoHfSFpXemyU5m/s72-c/P1070693.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4242678959978238223.post-487150186575391158</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2012 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-07T12:27:42.701+01:00</atom:updated><title>Having a Ball</title><atom:summary type="text">Yesterday we participated in the Olympic Biathlon -- two events in one day!&amp;nbsp; Our first event was at Wembley Stadium, which seats 90,000 people.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like all of them were on their way in at the same time.&amp;nbsp; 


The crowd makes its way to Wembley



Josh takes a breather on the way to the stadium

We were going to see a football (soccer) match between Mexico and Senegal.&amp;nbsp; </atom:summary><link>http://misfitzabroad.blogspot.com/2012/08/having-ball.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Naina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhLEcx_r3YnDAnR1iMnyupbIKB7UKz0QW4Rpqco7AM8DG3SqxsINQ04GaeLwlTCPAgxhHlYwbfsM1CUL_bVj3UAIxX7cxOdiSjze-xkXE55Tp_56OGC7tOver3WzCSdyEN6HOZxdi767fe/s72-c/P1070589.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>