Long way to go

As I've been to London on multiple other occasions and it's rather expensive for someone who just left her job, I only gave myself a couple nights there. Plus, my primary focus was to visit my sister, and she was coming to Rome with me anyway.

Unfortunately my flight out of JFK Tuesday evening was cancelled due to (non-existent) snow, and the next one wasn't until 24 hours later, so I didn't even have a full day in London. After not sleeping on the overnight flight I arrived at my friend Kris's house around 9am, thoroughly beat. I let myself nap for a couple hours, waking up at noon on the dot without an alarm clock, and spent the afternoon catching up with Kris; I hadn't seen him in almost five years.

After that it was time to go meet my sister Kay at her dorm, where I delivered all the American imports she'd requested. Why yes, that is a four-pound tub of peanut butter.

By then I was famished, so we went out for a pint and (what else? but) fish & chips at a nearby pub in Chelsea. I don't like fried food--working a fryer in college scarred me for life--but man, I can get down on some fish minus the chips (hate potatoes too), which my sister happily consumed on my behalf.

Kay's taking a class on contemporary theater, so I went to see a show with her, Vernon God Little. It was adapted from a book that my boyfriend really enjoyed, but neither my sister nor I really liked the play. In fact, it made us squirm a bit, kind of like, "We can make fun of Texas but you Brits can't!" However, I thought the set design was fantastic (though not reflected so well in the following intermission shot).

After the show I was pretty beat, rode the tube back to Kris's to sleep...

...until it was time to wake up and fly to Rome, much too early in the morning. London, short but fun though mostly unconscious. The rest of the photos I took, all three of them, are here, but don't fret: I more than made up for the quantity in Rome.