Our grand tour 2016 edition has started. First stop: London.
And what does exhausted the Mad Cow family do first upon clearing customs in Heathrow? Get in a cab and head off to an overnight with with old friends. Well, one old friend in the case of yours truly — one of my dearest friends from university days — and one brand new friend for the Vachette — my aforementioned friend’s comparably aged daughter. And Mr. Mad Cow gets along well with aforementioned friend’s husband too.
Aforementioned friend — let’s call her North American Goddess in London, or NAGiL for short, since aforementioned friend is rather cumbersome to write. So, NAGiL and I have managed to keep in touch since graduation, which is feat in its own right considering how long ago that happened. Even more incredible, we both found out we were pregnant the last time we saw each other in person. I remember laughing together that we could tell our kids they first met as cytoplasts. Several years later they got to meet outside the womb.
When we first arrived at their house, NAGil and I fell right back into conversation as if we last saw each other yesterday. NAGil Jr and the Vachette, both shy, wouldn’t even look at each other. Fortunately, Mr. MC is a bit of a child whisperer. He started playing with both of them, and within 15 minutes, they were running around laughing and screaming with joy. From that point on, they were BFFs. They planned parties, took care of sick stuffed animals, ran around a playground, laughed incessantly at each other’s age appropriate jokes, the kind only parents can laugh at too. Then, when it was time for us to leave their house and head to our hotel, NAGiL Jr. cried. She didn’t want the Vachette to leave. And the Vachette, for her part, wanted her new friend to come play with her in Somerville. If it were only that easy.
We’re really lucky that the two of them got on so well. Before leaving home, I talked up the fact the Vachette would get to make a new friend first thing on our trip, but just because I want very much for her to like someone doesn’t mean such a friendship will work out. But I am thrilled that it did.