Day 2 seemed to come way to quick. I looked at the bedside table and saw a full glass of champagne and quickly thought - what a waste.
Michael was quick out of bed as he had a breakfast meeting and work on Friday which left me to explore London on my own.
While my foot still won't even get near a pair of shoes, I strap on the flip flops...some warm weather gear and head out of the hotel to figure out where in the hell i was going.
I was armed with a phone (I didn't know the number), two maps (I don't know why I needed two), some money, and a little tid bit from a friend that said - just hop on the double decker tour buses. You will surely look like a tourist but who cares - you are.
So - I found a little market - grabbed some fruit, water (really needed) and tried to figure out the tube. Luckily - I have learned how to read a map and hopped on the Bakerloo to the Picadilly Circus stop. I laugh everytime I think about it because Picadilly in the states is the last thing from a circus. Perhaps a senior citizen center...but anyway.
I wandered around (literally) until I found the "original tour bus" by actually running (yu know what I mean) after a bus until it stopped. I paid 25pounds and got on...Just in time as it started to rain...and although I had everything else in this black bag - I left my umbrella on the bed in the hotel.
The bus was great. An old english man trying to be clever but it did hit all the hot spots. I got a history lesson - couldn't really see as it was running and every tourist in London hopped on my bus. Sure wish I could have sat on the top which is why you don't see that many pictures.
Now by this time - it is late afternoon. I have had no lunch and no afternoon cocktails (which is totally not like me) but also no pictures so - I jumped off the bus(luckily it had stopped raining for a short time anyway) and I was off. Big Ben, Parliament, Some guards in horses and a few more train stations. I spotted Westminster Abbey but didn't really want to go inside...it wasn't raining so I figured I would charge on.
I saw a few other spots (that I would have to look at my notes to give you the names) and saw the sky getting ready to open up. Off to camden Gardens and another very tourist stop - The punch and Judy - to wait on Michael and Brad.
The boys found me - how could you miss the hobbling girl from the US and we headed to a proper pub called the Lamb and the Flag. This was quite the local spot, and we felt like true londoners at this point. For dinner - we were heading to this amazing local restaurant called George's with Brad and his finance Liz. And - to be honest - it was probably some of the best food I have ever had. The owner took great care of us and after way tooooo much wine - Michael and I headed back to the hotel.
Oh - I forgot to tell you abou the itch. Salvatore - our puppy - gave me a gift before we left. Poison Ivy from our back yard from his fur. I have it on my arm, on the side of my stomach and my back! Yes. You have to love that.
Anyway - we hit the hay as the day started quite early.... and if we only knew what was coming.