Arrived at K + K George Hotel Kensington

It’s 7:00 pm and R is just about asleep. I am trying to stay up until at least 8:30 because I don’t feel like waking up at 4:00 am or earlier. Actually, though, I am sometimes awake at that time at home so what’s really the difference?

Our 3+ hour drive to Phoenix yesterday morning went well. R discovered, once we were too far to turn back, that he had left his wallet at home. Luckily I always carry the passports so it really isn’t that big a deal. The strange, perhaps unsettling, part about England is that with tapping no one really looks at your card anymore anyway. So he can use mine if he wants to. We did discover though that we needed two different credit cards to tap our way through the Tube turnstiles. Luckily I have two different credit cards so, again, all is well.

The cutest thing: Laurie and CJ and family are going to CJ’s folks near Sacramento for Christmas this year. It’s one reason we decided to go off on a holiday on our own. And they were flying out of Phoenix just two hours ahead of us. Because I always arrive at an airport for an international flight AT LEAST three hours ahead (this time it was actually four because I feared the flight was overbooked) I was able to say hello/goodbye to them before their plane left:

I have to admit that I can’t really “do” a long-haul (10 hours) flight in Economy anymore—not even Premium Economy. I did manage to sleep a few hours though, more than Richard did.

Discomfort aside, it was a smooth flight and we landed pretty well on time at Heathrow. It’s so easy to take the Tube in from Heathrow too. We found our hotel with no problem at all, it’s a three-minute walk from Earls Court Underground. The room is very comfortable so all is well.

Night night until tomorrow!

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