It has been a long four days, I'll have you know.
We covered a lot of ground since Friday. We saw most of the sites in London, and we stayed at a gorgeous hotel, the Russell. It was our honeymoon, along with being a research trip for my writing, and what a weird two things to combine.
Our last night at the Russell was spent taking random photos of the elevator so I could get it right, and our first day was spent driving on a bus in Kent, hunting down the location of Pithom.
How odd to be finally here.
But it's weird because I keep saying it doesn't feel like a honeymoon. We keep doing all this research and pushing ourselves to sight-see with bad knees, and I always imagined a honeymoon would be slower and more relaxing ... like someone else would be doing all the work for me.
Then today we got on a train and headed out to Paris. We are definitely feeling the culture shock right now, and so I'm glad we have Disneyland Paris tomorrow and hopefully that'll help us acclimate? Who knows.
We're having a good time, though. We found a beautiful place out across the waters from Big Ben and had cheeseburgers and watched the sun set two nights in a row. We got to go visit the place where my parents lived, and now we're in the Parisian hotel where they stayed.
I have been writing a couple of sentences a day, and none today other than this. It's been a pain, and I feel bad I'm not writing as much as I thought I would. I' sure it will work out, and I'm not that mad at myself, because I'm in Europe.
Sorry if this is a little helter-skelter ... trying to not nod off.
What is this?
Dawson is a writer. This is her blog. In it, you shall read about reading. And writing. And cheeseburgers. Sometimes there are tangents. Huzzah.