Sadly, Debora and I didn't take any pictures of us at the airport. Nothing exciting happened in the airport, except that the traffic was super heavy in LA so Debora was late getting to the airport and I was starting to get worried (I have no cell phone) about what I should do if she didn't show up. I knew what hotel we were staying at but not how to get there and the reservations were in her name. It was a quandary. Debora said she spent the last hour of her drive trying to figure out what to do if I did go without her. Hmm. I'm glad it was all moot and she arrived with plenty-ish time for both of us to get on the same plane and arrive in London, together.
The food we got at the fancy-pants restaurant we ate our first night there. Eric (Debora's husband) gave her (and me) a meal there for Christmas. It was SO DELICIOUS. The restaurant has a Michelin Star, so that was exciting. I felt so fancy. My favorite dish was the sweet potatoes. I know, I know. I never would have ordered it either, but Debora did and it was amazing. I wish I knew how to replicate the sauce.
Red telephone booth because . . . London.
Inside the toy store at Harrods.
I am pretty sure this store was on our way to Portabello Road. I glanced in and saw all the old sewing machines used for decoration and had to snap a picture for Kami. (Debora took all the pics with her phone--I didn't take a camera.)
Portabello Road. We sang the song--only I should have practice in the States because I didn't know it as well as I thought I did. Debora knew it though.
After going through customs and immigration (which was very quick), we took the train into London, found our hotel (Debora found the hotel), got checked in, then went on the tube to the stop nearest Portabello Road (Debora figured out the tube--I never bothered to try since Debora was so happy to do it for me). That was really fun to walk around. Plus, it was just fun to walk around London and see things that I'd never seen before. It definitely feels like a foreign country and very, very old.
After Portabello Road, we went to Harrods and looked around, then ate at the fancy restaurant, returned to our hotel room and crashed. I slept pretty well that night, but Debora didn't. Jet lag is real thing.
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