My young Tube muscles were tested as I had to make my way to Paddington Station then transfer to a train and make it to Twyford.
Cecelia acted as my escort as far as she could before having to go her direction for work. While at her bus stop we met a girl, Eleanor, who had just gotten from a 5 month backpacking adventure around the world alone. Thanks for making me feel like a baby Eleanor!
Eleanor is Greek and has a British accent. She was very, very interested in me and my foreign American accent. Surely I knew all about America, right? She visited L.A., Las Vegas, and New York on her adventure. She had unfortunately made the mistake of traveling by Greyhound, so she was under the assumption that America has A LOT of weirdo's. I assured her that it was just her choice of transportation, not America.I will be watching for her to chat at the bus stop again . . ..
It took nearly 2 hours to get to Twyford. Once there I hopped a cab and was soon delivered on Emily's doorstep. But, as I was knocking, she was at the train station looking for me, that is what I get for not communicating better! She had 5 hungry kiddos with her so when we finally met up we rushed off on a quick tour of the town followed by a fancy pizza place.
While walking from the parking lot to the restaurant (10 minute walk?) it started to rain. Not just rain, but. R. A. I. N. we used umbrella's, but all of us were still soaked from our heads to toes.
But did Emily's kids complain? No. Not one bit! They were such sweet and well behaved children. She definitely needs 4 more :)
The rain cleared up while we ate, but by the rime we left the pizzeria, it was pourimg again and we resoaked what had just dried. By this point in our soaken-ness all we could do was laugh.I was granted a full tour of the Butterfly House, although I forgot to find the frogs in the backyard. If only there was a next time? We sat around the living room and just had a lazy kid filled chat. The house was so happy and filled with such sweetness that I did not want to leave.
The return train ride seemed to fly by. Maybe that had something to do with the happy nappy I took? When I opened my eyes after what had seemed just a moment we were at my station, or so I was informed by the only remaining passenger when I awoke. Note to self, staying up late just means crashing during the daylight hours. There is a strong possibility that pics of me passed out on the train could surface. It was not pretty.
Again I walked from Southgate, this time stopping to buy some shish, and tried to get all the London noise into my memory that I could.Once home Cecelia and I watched T.V. and gobbled the shish. Then we stayed up chatting until 11:00. I truly could talk to her all night if I had the chance. The word wonderful was made up to describe her.
It is now past midnight again and Dave is going to give an earful for being a night owl.
