My Summary Vacation

I arrived in London on a Virgin Atlantic flight into Heathrow.  I spent the majority of my time in London on a walking tour without purpose.  For example, one time I walked from Crouch End, in the north of London, into Soho, which is nearly eight miles away in the heart of the city.  A different day found me trekking from Crouch End to Ford Street, which is also nearly eight miles away, in search of this gift for my wife.  So as I sat in Heathrow yesterday awaiting my return flight,* I found it fitting all the televisions were broadcasting the

I don't normally watch marathons, but in the terminal I felt as if these world class athletes who bore the name of my airline on their chests were running for me.  It felt as though, in a mere three hours, they had kindly recapitulated my weeks of flânerie so that I might better remember the street feel a city I may never step foot in again. 

*Whose existence remains dubious despite convincing evidence to the contrary.

Comments

[RDP]

Clearly you shop at Smythson's because David Cameron's wife is the creative director.

[alkau]

Never say never. You are to young to say I will never be here again. All you have to do is go somewhere near a volcano and I am sure you will find yourself with a FORCED vacation!! You had an adventure and you used your time well. You could have spent those days in an airport waiting for a plane that would not come for days. You were among the few lucky ones. You had a good, kind friend take you in and "put up with" your crazy American ways. Now you will have a story to tell when you are old. Just don't keep telling it to the same people over and over again like some old people you know.