Pearson Airport was welcoming, if a bit cold and empty, and we passed the time waiting for our connecting flight at a little bar watching the Canucks/Leafs game that was playing in Toronto that night. I noticed (not sure how anyone would miss this monstrous sculpture) this and had to photograph it. I wanted desperately to see what was on the other side but couldn't. I wanted to travel through the passage but couldn't bring myself to. I didn't really want to know what was in store for me yet.
We landed in London after a long flight in an older plane without personal video screens. I had to make do with a "single serving friend" to keep me occupied during the 6 hours I spend without a working reading lamp.
The 4 of us headed into London proper to our hotel near a football stadium. We watched the Fulham vs West Brom match while a) trying not to fall asleep b) trying not to be afflicted with hypothermia.
I snuck this photo after swearing up and down to security that "yes, I understand I'm not allowed to use an SLR camera on stadium grounds, I choose to keep it with me but not remove it from its case. yes, you've thoroughly explained to me that if I'm caught using it on stadium grounds I will be immediately escorted out".
We met up the next morning with Rob and off we were whisked Southerly to Poole (this is the Centre of our Universe if you didn't know).
I visited the High Street Lush and B Never Too Busy To Be Beautiful shops a few times over the 4 days we were there.
These looked delightfully scrumptious for some reason...
My perspective was challenged quite a few times over the week and I am thankful for that and take a chance to reflect on that experience whenever I can to remind myself.
I had a chance to spend a lot of time with Esther. This was really good for me and I suspect the same for her as well!
Some experimentation happened that I won't talk about but... it did involve a lot of chocolate... various oils... and 4 guys...
The number 23 visited us unexpectedly while bowling so we had to give props and acknowledge it. Much more beer and debauchery happened that night, luckily there is no photo evidence!
On the train from Poole back up to London I spotted these darling gents chatting on a bench and couldn't resist snapping them up.
This is my favourite train station I've ever been to. Every time I ride through it I must take its photo.
Aella and I met up outside of the 'Parthenon' in Covent Garden. Street performers frequent this spot making the balcony across the plaza at Punch and Judy's the place to be.
So glad we could spend the evening together drinking cider and eating Italian food in London of all places. xoxoxoxox
You'll have to excuse me, I'm not at my best
I've been gone for a week, I've been drunk since I left
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest.
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