London Fog

I’ve barely had time to process our trip to London. When you’re an introvert, you just soak things up. Tuck your experiences and memories away in your cave, then when everyone else is gone bring them out so you can look at them and think about them all by yourself. Some of the things are shiny and wonderful. And others not so much.

Dan did an awesome job documenting our adventure in a mini travelogue that he posted daily on Facebook page.

But it’s the in-between moments that are still messing with me the more the jet lag wears off.

  • Traveling with a highly deregulated child is challenging. And that’s me choosing a gentle word for it.
  • The architecture took my breath away. I was busy looking at buildings and flowers and “missed” all the Porsches, Maseratis, Bentleys and Yeezys my kids were on the lookout for.
  • People used to look at our family and think or say , “Awwwww”. It was very different this time around. I have a lot of feelings to unpack on this one…
  • The countryside was stunning. I would have thrived in a little town in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do but read and write all day long.
  • People don’t know how to walk in a crowd. They are probably also the terrible drivers. And there are a lot of them.
  • There was a definite “feeling” about London–the consumerism and narcissism was nearly suffocating.
  • The weather was, shockingly, incredible. London loved having us.
  • An American blowdryer turns into a blowtorch in Britain. We made some memories…