David and I went to London in May. I am writing about this now because I am fantasizing that we are back there. I probably didn't appreciate it as much as I should have then because our getaway was at the end of a 10 day business trip and I really have about 5 days of away in me before I start to get tired of living out of a suitcase and miss my home and kids. But we had a great time regardless so now I am reliving it through pictures and memories. David probably doesn't have good memories of the arrival since it took him about 24 hours instead of 12 and he had to sleep in O'Hare with the rest of the unlucky travelers who got stuck when the weather turned bad. I, on the otherhand, was blissfully unaware of his plight - I slept, worked a full, final day in the office and then joined good friends for dinner at a fabulous Moroccan restaurant in Notting Hill. Our dinner finished in time for us to walk briskly back to the 'tube' (walking is no big deal in London - everyone does lots of it - and it is often brisk because the weather is sort of Seattle-like). It wasn't too much later that David arrived (only 12 hours late).
We visited the Roman city of Bath on our first day together, which you will see in the pictures. It is only about a 90min? train ride from London and it was great to see the countryside. Going out was better than coming back - it is the same train that eventually ends up in Brighton and I think there were quite a few revelers coming back from the beach. That and the train before had been cancelled. Ask David about the Brit who had a 'reserved' seat! Anyway, Bath is built of native limestone and has many beautiful buildings as well as the well-preserved, ancient site of the Roman Baths. The history is truly amazing. Perhaps more amazing to David than I - I tended to enjoy it with my eyes, listen to a stop or two on the audio tour, then move on. Not Dave though. He listens to EVERY audio stop IN ITS ENTIRETY. And takes pictures. I had to go back in and get him - I had a bad headache and really, how much more was there to see of 2000-yr-old stone.
We also enjoyed the BIG BUS tour in London as well as the National Gallery and the fabulous musical 'Wicked'. That was my favorite part, and pure genius on David's part as we went the last evening when I typically am a major grouch since I already anticipating being home and mad we aren't there yet. He surprised me by purchasing the tickets when I thought he really hopped off the bus to go to the Rolls Royce and Bentley dealerships to take yet more pictures of cars we will never be able to afford to purchase (and would never drive on our gravel lane anyway).
A trip to remember...
