Regardless, it was tough to say goodbye to my Dad on many levels, and now I'm left for 24 hours with that odd feeling that delicately straddles nervousness and excitement. Wait, did I just say "delicately straddles"? Oh well, it's a hell of metaphor and I stand by it.
Tuesday
24 Hours In London. Tick Tock.
Well, I just dropped my Dad off at Paddington Station and walked back to the hotel through Hyde Park which I must say is amazing, and approaches the grandiosity of Central Park - this reinforces my opinion that Boston really needs to get its ass in gear with The Commons, but that's a whole other discussion.
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Ben - Mom says that you landed and found your way to Bagar. Congrats! Can't wait to get a new update -- esp. w/ pix! Love you -liz.
ReplyDeleteWell, the last 24 hours in London were well complimented by a cold one with your old friend R.J. Glad to hear things are going well! Can't wait to hear more. R.J.
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