Well, not yet.
But next Tuesday night I am flying out of Dulles to Heathrow (London) arriving at 7 a.m. ish (I know you all love the details), and then leaving from Stansted Airport at 6 that night to visit Number One Daughter in Sevilla, Espana. Stansted is 90 minutes away from Heathrow. So, my travelling companion and I have some time to kill in London (my fav place on earth!). But ... we'll have giant suitcases with us.
SO, the PLAN IS THIS ... (I just love the name of that blog): we'll take a train to Liverpool station, where they have a left luggage thing-y. And then stroll around Liverpool station environs, and talk British for a few hours until it's time to hop a train to Stansted where check- in is at 4 p.m. Arriving in Sevilla late. NOD's boyfriend will also be visiting her, and my visit will overlap with his for two days. Oh, I know he will be so happy to see his girlfriend's mother!! Does it get any better than that?
And then, ay yi yi ... so many plans to make! What to see, where to go, how to get places with no cash. Sigh. I am travelling with my good friend S. who speaks Spanish like a native and we are staying with her friend, who is a native Sevillianana (?) native of Sevilla. Spaniards are nice like that. S. has had to put up with some serious underplanning by yours truly. And that's tough, cuz she is a serious overplanner. Match made in heaven, right?
I'm sure it will all work out and I will be blessedly tired for two weeks. And of course, I am planning to blog from Espana. Hoping also to run there. Even if it's just around the block. Cuz that is too long for no running (a combination of words I don't think I have ever previously uttered ... and meant).
I had desperately wanted to get to beautiful Florence to see our very own Black Knight run the Florence marathon on Nov. 26. But alas, I cannot manage it. It is so unfair that Italy and Spain are so far from each other when they are so close on the map. Who's dumb idea was that?
So that's what's up.