My trip to London was the first time I had ever traveled internationally alone, but more notably, the first time I had seen Pomai in over six weeks. A thursday night flight from Marseilles, repeatedly delayed, got me in very late to Stansted Airport, about an hour by train to the city. I had booked a hotel room, luckily, in Stansted but did not arrive there until 1:30 am. The next morning my request for a wake up call was casually denied, and I arrived in London at 10:15 instead of 8:45 as planned. Nonetheless, Pomai and I made good use of the day, heading to the National Gallery and Trafalgar Square, Picadilly, Covent Gardens, and exploring her campus area. As she went to class I checked into my room. Friday night we went out with a few of her friends to Indian food and two school-subsidized pubs. I have a newfound appreciation for Pimms.
Saturday Pomai and I went to My Old Dutch for pancakes and waffles before heading to Hyde Park, Kensington, and Notting Hill, where I showed her sights from my March trip to visit my Uncle Josh and Aunt Jacki. That night we went to dinner in Bloomsbury and a few more pubs with a few more friends. We both left London early Sunday morning, and I made it home with little fuss but much remorse for having spent only a weekend among many in London with Pomai. It is safe to say that I miss her. And, as is expected, she took the good pictures, so reference her post below for visuals.
From France,
Alex
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