60 hours on London –
after zero hours of sleep, like a zombie I made my way yo Chiswick park to rendezvous with Amel and find our flat for the weekend thanks go Vincenzo.
A two hour power nap and I’m a new woman. Amel and I meet up with old friends for a lovely indian dinner and then wine at Vagabound wines on Charlotte Street. It was a great evening of catching up and heart squeezing memories.
The next morning we are brunching with Amel’s old friend and shopping in South Kensington. We take a long midday pause for irish coffees and rooftop garden views with Flamingos.
Last minute dinner party invitations from an old friend’s older brother that lives in town and saw my proximity. My evening is unscheduled and I accept. I stop to laugh at my life, I mean, of course this is how it goes. #Grateful
Managing my way through public transportation and winning. Mosty anyway. I easily fall into life wherever I go. Except maybe where I am stationary. hm.
Morning finds my slow and feeling unwell. I throw myself together and find I’m in better sprits after breakfast at the train station. My blue morning is gone and the excitement of heading north and snuggling a few of my favorites for the next 5 days is just too much. Je suis content.
