Made it to London. Barely, it seemed. I had an allergic reaction on the plane. We don't know what caused it, but my face, nose, and lips swelled up considerably. Thankfully, two Benadryl fended off whatever danger I was in. Still...a scary position to be in when you're directly above the North Sea in an airbus.
But then something magical happened. We woke up in London where English is the first language and 'fisk' is deep-fried instead of pickled. Breakfast was greasy and good. We've been blowing money left and right, taking the tube all over the city, and enjoying the damp, English air.
Adam feels like he's come home.
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