In 24 hours, I'll be hoofing it through the streets of London town. In 30, I'll be telling people "Je ne sais pas. Ma vocabulaire de Français est tres tres tres petite." Preparing for this trip has been like no other. Normally I'd know exactly where I was staying, exactly where I was going and exactly what I'd be doing once I got there. This time, I know I have to take the Picadilly line through London to get to Victoria station and from there I can catch a train to Dover Priory. Then it's a ferry across the English Channel to Boulogne-Sur-Mer where I have to find my hostel. After that, it's a gong show. In some ways it's nerve-wracking, yet in others, it's completely freeing. The tentative plan is to hit Vimy on Remembrance Day and if I can get to Ypres that evening for the Last Post at the Menin Gate, all the better.
So how does one pack for a 26 day vacation? Everything one wants to take is put on the floor, then half of it is taken away. This should, technically, result in a very light and nearly empty backpack. And it did - up until I stuffed my camera bag in there too. Needless to say, I'll be leaving my tripod at home in the hopes that I come across some sort of titanium kit, left behind many moons ago by some other over-burdened tourist.
Here goes nothing!
2 comments:
OMG OMG OMG ... Back, back in the 'ol UK. So giddy.. hope you are having a super-FAB time there. It's like a Fraggle's adventure !!
Come back safe & sound.
Well, people were asking how you were at the game last night, wondering how the trip is going so far. We were standing around after take-down, and I looked at my watch and said in 5 or 6 hours, she'll be storming the beaches of Normandy, or Omaha, or somewhere like that. You could see it in their eyes.. that.. thinking.. about where you would be, when, for what.. it was neat.
BTW- we had a massively solid game..it was crazy. After that last curling game (where I screwed up bad), this was a good one. Everyone was on fire.
So.. updates, girl !!
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