August in the UK, Part 4: London Again

We woke up at five o'clock in the morning and took a bus back to Edinburgh. It was pitch dark, the bus driver had to keep his brights on to light the way between the hills. We saw the sun rising over the Headlands, a burning orange that spread over the plain.

We took the tram to the center of the city to meet my friend and fellow blogger, an old writing group pal who'd met a Scottish man, fell in love and married. We walked up one of the narrow Edinburgh streets and I said to Alistair: "This is like Diagon Alley."


We had breakfast -- a full Scottish with Haggis and coffees. Then we took the train south to London.

When I am in London, I'm usually in shock. There's not much deep thought happening. I'm too flooded -- concrete facts sinking in the visuals, feelings, stimuli. It's a miracle I manage to get around.

We alighted at Kings Cross and took a cab to our hotel, The Leman Locke, at Aldgate East in The City. It's a super hip hotel or "serviced apartments" as the staff kept saying, with a full kitchen, living room and a wall of glass looking onto the city. The pink couch was my favorite part.

I requested time alone in London. The only part I want to share here was my afternoon walk in Hyde Park. I crossed through rose gardens, took a path underneath the trees. I wrote on a park bench.

I went to Harrods and then met with Alistair for drinks at the Bar American.

We went on a walk through Soho and had dinner at the bar at Kiln (amazing place, add it to your list). The next day we explored together for our last few hours in London: breakfast, the Tower of London, and a walk along the Thames.

And how was I feeling? Still shock and happiness. This is another iceberg post where everything was under the surface.

We had separate flights back to New York. I do my best writing on planes because everyone reads what I write as I write it. I ate a ham sandwich and a chocolate mousse (my favorite thing at Pret abroad that they don't sell in the states), and I tore through a notebook -- my mind smiling and crying, existing in a middle ground.