So, we're alive and well in London. Our plane came in around 9:00 am Thursday morning. We were exhausted because we just couldn't seem to sleep on the plane no matter how hard we tried. Once we got to the train station, we had a bit of a scare as the train doors closed with Andy on the inside and me on the outside next to our 4 larges and heaviest bags. I guess the damsel in distress situation works here, too. Once I shared my story with the train workers, I was on the next train and two workers took my bags to the luggage rack. Some of the other patrons helped me get the bags off, then another worker helped me page Andy, loaded my luggage, and waited with me until we were reunited. It seemed a little more scary since we each had no phone, and only I had the address to our hotel.
So far, we've managed to stick together well. We've spent the past few days running all over the city and getting the hang of the of underground. Yesterday, we visited Andy's school and met some of the staff, they were very nice. We also found this great little flat that we might rent. Still looking, but none seem to compare. Today, we dropped off my resume (or CV as they call it here) at two salons.
We've walked more and slept more in the past few days than in the past month. Both feel great. We've been lost a total of 23 times. The streets here have no rhyme or reason. They often change names and none of them actually go east-west or north-south. It is a tangled mess, but between our maps and Andy's "homing-pigeon" instincts, we've always found our way eventually.
Hope everyone is well, you are all missed.(:
Love, Mandy
1 comment:
That would have freaked me out. Mandy, maybe Andy will let you have a part in his play when he becomes famous. You now have the experience of a damsel in distress and seemed to play the part well!
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