The Jackman/Caber Travelogue, Part 2: England

Having just spent a week in the beautiful country (and with the beautiful people) of Ireland, Mom, Dirk and I crammed into a Ryanair jet last November 6 and hopped across the Irish Sea to London. Dirk and I love London, and visit as often as we can; our most recent trip was for a live show at Hustaball last year (NSFW pics here).

Hustlaball London, 2013

Hustlaball London, 2013

This trip was a bit different. November isn’t exactly a popular month for tourism in England, but we had a great reason to be there: a big family reunion! My mom’s side of the family is originally from Latvia; four generations ago my great-grandfather lived above a matchstick factory which — tragically, if somewhat predictably — burned down, and the family relocated to Liverpool. As a result, Mom and I have a lot of relatives there (and in London) that neither one of us had ever met. In fact, we didn’t even know about many of them until one of our cousins, who had been doing some genealogical research, contacted us about the reunion… which was absolutely amazing to attend. I had always thought my family was so small — the American branch of it definitely is — but now I know that I’m part of a much bigger clan with over 300 (identified) members in the last four generations alone. And I even learned that one of my uncles ran a small music shop in Liverpool and sold the Beatles their first guitars! Here’s a picture of my mom and Dirk holding just one of the scrolls of our genealogical tree. Incredible.

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The rest of our trip was fantastic too. Highlights included seeing the ceramic poppies commemorating Armistice Day at the Tower of London to (at once beautiful and deeply moving), climbing to the top of St. Paul’s Cathedral, having dinner with a bunch of our friends at a restaurant on the Embankment (at one point my mom leaned across the table and asked Dirk “Is everyone here a porn star?”), and enjoying High Tea at Brown’s Hotel. I’ve included pictures from each of those adventures — and many more — below.

It never ceases to amaze me how an enormous, vibrant city like London can manage to be so civilized. I really do love it there. The pictures below tell a bit of our story there… one which I’m sure will be continued in the future. Enjoy.

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  1. imre Biro
    imre Biro says:

    Sziasztok! Ezek csodalatos pillanatok mesebeli fotokkal orommel boldogsaggal korlveve. Koszonom hogy ezt megosztjatok
    Budapest is csodalatos ajanlom nektek orommel Hungary Budapest kozel Angliahoz

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  2. Andrew
    Andrew says:

    I think you’re a lovely couple. Very nice to follow your “adventures” online. Nice to see and read you are living your life to the fullest. Love from The Netherlands (where I live) and you’re always welcome to me and my country.

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  3. Frank Knottyfor
    Frank Knottyfor says:

    I like to think that London is just like NYC–hustle, bustle, lots to do & see……but civilized, not pushy, not nasty.

    How short were the days there this time of year? And I wonder if your long-lost relatives in the group photo realized that they were with a major vid star (two, actually)?

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  4. Liz
    Liz says:

    Thanks for sharing your trip with us, Jesse. It’s obvious that you all had a fantastic time.

    Is there a story behind the faces Dirk and your mom are making in pictures 52 and 53? Are they mimicking the expressions on gargoyles?

    And I’m curious to know if anyone at your family reunion recognize you and/or Dirk from your film work?

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    • Jesse
      Jesse says:

      I’ll post a follow-up about photos 52 and 53 a little later. Short answer, though, is that they’re just being silly. I think Dirk instigated it and my mom played along. As for the reunion… if anybody recognized us from there, nobody let on… although I think my cousin who did all the genealogical research has a pretty good idea. 😉

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