London: A Love Story

We have returned from across the pond. We are exhausted but had a wonderful time. We both absolutely loved our stay. It was really hard to get up and go to work on Monday. My body is in California but my heart is still in London.

We walked the shit out of that city. We had two days where we were on our feet walking for at least 8 hours. It made the days we went to the theater a great relief to our toes. As for the theater we loved all three shows we saw. I was shocked at how much I loved Ghost. I expected to enjoy Zach Braff’s, All New People. The real treat was Matilda, which I would see again in a heartbeat. I wasn’t sure what to expect out of a musical written by Tim Minchin but it was delightful.

We stayed down in Chelsea right next to the Thames which made my runs a delight. I got to cross many bridges while also running through a park. The park had lots of other people running too which was a lovely reminder at how slow my pace still is. I have gotten my long distance mile under ten minutes but there were people blazing fast in that park. I pretended they were sprinters and not people trying to run a 10K everyday.

The best part of walking around was the history everywhere. For goodness sakes we stumbled into the house where Mozart composed his first two symphonies. It was also great that they post maps on the streets everywhere. We would walk to some historic site we wanted to see and then just check out the map to see what other interesting thing was close by. This is how we found ourselves walking all day.

I was also pretty impressed with the Underground. We never had to wait longer than 3 minutes for a train. The network was vast and busy. It made me think a lot about how complicated it must be to efficiently run the system (if anyone knows the name of a good documentary on the Underground I would love the name).

The food was much better than the last time I was in London. We ate a lot of food. Amazingly, I still lost 2 pounds last week. I am guessing the large caloric increase didn’t touch all the running and walking we were doing.

We were there for seven days and we hardly scratched the surface. We can’t wait to get back. We have decided the summer of 2013 will be our return date goal. I am already excited.

About csdaley

C.S. Daley was born in California but has spent most of his life in his imagination. His first short story written in third grade, the now classic "Close Encounters of the Turd Kind," was sold to his next door neighbor for a quarter. The neighbor promptly demanded a refund. An unhealthy obsession with the writings of Neil Gaiman, Christopher Moore, and Terry Pratchett have left his mind warped and broken. He spends most of his evening swilling down coffee while tapping at a keyboard under the watchful eyes of his kittens. They are there to make sure he doesn't snap. He likes to write fantasy for adults and teens.

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