Sister style

My little sister Dania is in London this weekend, because - jealousy alert - a friend with some pretty serious connections offered her a last-minute ticket to the opening weekend of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. See? Magic is REAL!

I, however, am not in London this weekend. I caught an early flight this morning, and I'm currently sitting in Washington Dulles airport on a layover, on my way to my second (or is it third?) home of San Francisco! I haven't been there since I moved to London a little over a year ago, and I'm super excited.

But last night, my little (but taller) sister and I overlapped for just one evening. We took a nice, long walk along the canals, and grabbed a fancy dinner at what Dania referred to as a "chicos" waterside restaurant (Note: "chicos" in this instance refers to a slang expression for the French word "chic," rather than implying this was a restaurant that primarily catered to Spanish boys.) Then we headed home for a few more rounds of Heads Up (my favorite game!), and a little bit of sister bonding time.

We could have used that little brother of ours smack dab in the center of the above selfie. It's been a long time since the three of us got together.

But for one evening, it was nice to have my favorite sister all to myself. 

Even if she did go to the Harry Potter play without me.