If you've never traveled last minute just for the hell of it, you're missing out. We had a really fantastic time staying with our friends, eating curry, drinking pints and generally enjoying the blistering cold weather London offers in January.
The London Eye nearing midnight. Note the sea of people in front of us. I failed to photo an even larger crowd of people as we exited for fear of be trampled if I stopped.
Lady making delicious, cheesy toastie sandwiches.
Enjoying the cheesy goodness.
(My favorite part of traveling is the food. The cheese toasties were fabulous. So simple too, just cheese (can't figure out what kind) mixed with red and white onion bits. Toast it on a grill and you have melty happiness in your cold hands.)
In the true spirit of last-minute travel I took only carry-on luggage. It made plane and train transfers easier, but also limited my preparedness for the freezing cold weather. I was that girl, waiting at the underground in (what I thought were) sensible, black flats. But by the time we made it to our friend's apartment I couldn't feel any of my toes. NONE. Actually, I was surprised when I looked down and my feet were still there, not just frozen bloody stumps (because that's what it felt like). (Actually, a bigger fear was that lost toes meant a permanent end to my flip-flop wearing days. Vain? Yes.)
Now we are back in Florida and it's back to work! And when I say work, I mean trying to figure out how to recreate my cheesy toastie.
