London...the land of “lifts, gaps and underground’s”...
We own the fact that we are old and our chemistry does not travel like it used to. We get that 18-20 hour flights and long lay overs are not our ‘cup of tea’. We purposely plan to stay a night somewhere enroute to feel the earth beneath our feet, have a shower and hope our body clocks adjust even if slowly.
London is an easy layover city. Although this is the first time back since brexit and we are dealing with pounds not euros...so there’s a new challenge.
I love the accents. I find myself mimicking our hosts in my best English lilt and wonder if I’m being offensive or charming. So far, no one has looked at me askance as I try my hand at true English. Somehow I doubt the English attempt to speak “Massachusetts English” when they visit Boston.
Virgin Atlantic was terrific. Great flight, wonderful service yet no sleep. We arrived at Heathrow early and had an early check in at hotel. We then did what you are told never to do...and went to sleep. We slept until 4 pm then took a bus, a train and the underground to Piccadilly Circus for dinner and a show. The city was teaming with people! Street performers delighted us! We scored inexpensive (Monday night) tickets to “Chicago” at the Phoenix. The music was fantastic!
The Jazz band stole the show!
We had the best seats. I struggled not to sing along. I remembered when I met Mark I was on a theater hiatus. It wasn’t until after we married that I started getting back on stage. He was both stunned and impressed when finally he learned of my long history of acting out!
I know there are times when he feels dragged to the theater. I no longer expect him to show up at all the shows I do but I’m happy when I can share with him the ‘story’ on stage. I knew he’d like Chicago. It’s a wonderful jailhouse tail of scantily dresses femme fatales who offed their lovers.
I had him at scantily dressed.
I loved hearing him laugh. Seeing this old show (to me) through his eyes was very cool.
Of Course, I didn’t sleep at all. But instead listened to him snore and watched Netflix... this next leg of the journey will be a tired challenge.
We have a 21 hour travel day ahead of us. From London to Zulu Nyala. The warning has been made: expect unusual bouts of crankiness ❤️.
Fortunately, my partner Steve encouraged me to upgrade our seats on the 11 hour flight... so far my Virgin Atlantic App tells me no one is sitting next to me!
It’s as if the Gods are smiling on this adventurer! Peace out people!
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