part of the hotel.
This put some responsibility on me, of course. Dramamine needs to be taken 2 hours before you leave and, if you are taking a long flight, which we obviously were, taken again 2 hours before landing. I had to make sure I would be awake to take a second dose. But I was more than willing to do so if it meant he wouldn’t be throwing up everywhere upon our return home.
I had already packed most of our things the day before, because I hate scrambling around at the last minute. I took a shower before we went down for breakfast. This is why, when we were done with breakfast, we were able to return to our room and relax. Or we could have done that, anyway, but we decided to go out for one more walk around the area to find a Starbucks.
|PSL promo pyramid|
As we walked back to the hotel, we saw some chalk drawings telling us to turn right at the corner for more awesome art. Intrigued, we followed the instructions and found a couple more drawings leading us to where a homeless man was lying down beside the most elaborate drawing of all. We left him a tip and quietly left because he was asleep. A couple of blocks later, we passed another homeless person, this one in a pop tent. I marveled at this because there were two cabbies standing nearby.
I don’t know why the homeless people could so openly and easily lie out in the open. We had passed a woman on our way to Starbucks who was asleep and, on our way back, was picking up her bedding and the cardboard she used to keep herself from being on the concrete of the sidewalk. So we passed three homeless people, none of whom seemed to be harassed by law enforcement or anyone else, for that matter. Were they treated with more compassion, more tolerance, and therefore less aggressive in approaching people for money? We had passed a few of people in our many meanders around London, had been asked for money, but it was never so aggressive that we felt uncomfortable or a need to move with more haste to get away.
|We left him £2|
We had a little trouble finding our gate at Heathrow because I misread the sign that explains what gate we needed to find. But before we even looked for it, Rob and I sought out some last minute gifts for Erin and found a card for my step-father to thank him for what had proven to be a perfectly wonderful trip (in spite of Rob being so sick when we first arrived).
|I woke up with this|
intense bruise on my arm
and no clue what happened
to cause it.
Although I had asked the flight attendant to tell me when we were about 2 hours away from landing, and explained why I needed to know, she did not do so until we were closer to 1 hour away from landing. Fortunately, I was awake anyway and I woke Rob up from his sound sleep. He took his second dose and, I am so happy to say, did not get ill. That’s right, people, we finally know what we can do to keep Rob from wasting any time being sick when we fly. Woohoo!
We passed through customs easily enough but the walk from the gate to baggage claim was unbelievable and long. I mean, I appreciate the fact that when you have been sitting on a plane for hours (with no entertainment to distract you, no less), the opportunity to walk around is nice. However, this was above and beyond tolerable. I wish someone had warned me about how very far we would have to walk, then stand in a queue for customs, then walk still more before we would be able to grab our suitcases and step outside.
|The perfect card because|
I'm pretty sure this was my
facial expression through most
of our trips through the museums.
Home, where our two puppies were waiting patiently for us to release them. Okay. Not so patiently. But they were super happy to see us. Holly didn’t even bother to say hello to me. Snowdoll, on the other hand, came to me first, then went to Rob, then back to me, then back to Rob, then settled by me. This was the best part of our return, being given kisses and hugs by Bibi and Joe and receiving many puppy kisses from our two girls.
The worst part? Holly had several scrapes and cuts all around her muzzle and on her lips. The sheets and pillowcases and blankets were not on the beds (they were in the washer and dryer and even those in the dryer were not yet fully dry). So we came home to one our dogs showing signs of being hurt on several different occasions (probably from trying to get out of the crate because she was left in there for too long and too often) and having to do housework. I had to finish drying the linens, make the bed, before we could even go to sleep. And we were both exhausted and distraught at seeing Holly’s marked muzzle.