JR and I just got back from a wonderful quick trip to London. I don’t think London gets enough credit – all the parks and green space, the fascinating history, the people are exceedingly polite, and for JR’s benefit, there are pubs on almost every corner.
JR was also appreciative of the “people respecting the queue” since it’s sometimes lacking from our everyday lives abroad.
My amazing mother perfectly timed up her summer visit to Tbilisi so that JR and I could take off for a few kid-free days. Traveling to Tbilisi takes 3 flights and a LOT of time. She left Cleveland around 7:30pm on a Sunday, quick layover in DC, a 9ish hour flight to Munich + a 9ish hour layover there, and finally she landed here at 4am local time on Tuesday! As a show of our appreciation, we promptly left her in charge of Abby just 24 hours later. In case that wasn’t enough to deal with, Abby started feeling sick right before we left.
We took a quick trip to the med unit and left with a Nebulizer and some breathing treatments. Hey Mom, welcome to Tbilisi, here’s our sick toddler, we’re out!
Really, all that quality time with Abby was the highlight of her trip. My mom made friends with everyone she met, people on the plane, the electric cart driver at the Cleveland airport (no really, they’re on first name basis), and all of our neighbors. She kept herself busy holding picnic lunches in our yard, making Froot Loop necklaces with Abby’s friends, fruit popsicles and bead bracelets, and the list goes on and on. I have no idea how we will entertain this child now that she is gone!
Meanwhile, we had a beautiful 3 days in London and probably my favorite trip there to date! We saw Book of Mormon (hilarious, highly recommend), visited Westminster Abbey and the Churchhill War Rooms, wandered around Carnaby Street and through the parks, and did a day trip to Oxford (and a walking tour there with entirely too much walking, in my opinion). JR’s favorite parts were the history of Oxford and, of course, enjoying a pint in J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis’ favorite local pub, The Eagle and Child.
British food doesn’t get the recognition it deserves and we probably ate more than was necessary.
Can’t wait to go back!