Back home again

Genella asked about the trip. Yes, I survived two weeks driving on the LEFT side of very narrow roads without any collisions. But it was really stressful. The second week was even more stressful because I ended up (long boring story) with a Mercedes, and kept waking up in the middle of the night sure that what I had thought when signing the contract was a weekly rate was actually a daily rate and that I'd arrive home to a $2K bill. But no, the very nice rental agent actually gave me a Mercedes for less than I would have paid for a Ford Fiesta. Of course, that made it even MORE stressful, because if I actually hit the parked cars or the stone walls on the side of the road, well, it would be worse in a Benz.

So it was a stressful trip. :) But otherwise, it was great. Ended up the last two days in London, where we drank a pint at Chaucer's favorite pub, entertained by the-- get this-- London Cajun Jammers. Yes, Cajun jammers in London. In Chaucer's pub. That's why, I submit, there will always be an England.

And I'm ready to go back-- already making reservations for a week in October. The trick, I'm told, is just giving in and pretending the Euro ($1.60) and the pound ($2) are really the same as a dollar. Think that will work?

I'm trying to get Theresa to go with me-- next year, I've told her. I'm going to call it "The London Literary Pub Tour"-- you know, where Dr. Johnson drank. Where Shakespeare drank. Where Pepys drank. I mean, doesn't that sound educational??
Alicia