Man, does it feel good to be home! Not that London is a terrible place to travel to, but I just love my life at home too much to leave it. Plus, I’ve had a lot of sinus issues going to London the past couple times. I was told that the regular Houston to Heathrow flight we take comes from Nigeria and they “spray the crap out of it” with bug spray before we board. I can’t say if it’s true, but both my co-worker and I have had trouble.
I had grand plans for long evening runs and hotel room workouts, but I didn’t do much other than work since I felt sick. I did get out one evening and managed a 3-ish mile walk to the nearest Whole Foods for dinner (it was only supposed to be 2 miles, but I took a wrong turn). Right outside my hotel was St. James Park, near Buckingham Palace:
The Whole Foods was farther north, near Piccadilly Circus:
There were still quite a few remnants from the Olympics; the flags above, some parks still under construction (tear-down), and lots of Olympic paraphernalia. I passed by a patriotic Swarovski shop and thought of my mother-in-law:
Go USA! Ok, after my 10-hour flight on which I finished a book and watched two movies, I’m tired of looking at screens, so it’s time to sign off!