London, Day 1: exahusted

We arrived in London at 6am Sunday morning, 1 hour of sleep for Mark, 4 hours for Henry, about 30 minutes for me. We were exhausted, but the sun was out so we thought we'd take advantage. A quick walk down the sunny streets took us to Mark's office near Finsbury Square, into Pret for early lunch, then back home around 11 for a quick nap. That nap turned into a 7 hour siesta. We all woke up at 6pm, undeterred from getting out there again for a big walk across the Millennium Bridge, a stroll along the South Bank through Borough Market (closed, sadly), then back over the London Bridge to home.

I couldn't sleep last night. I woke up at 7:30am this morning, Mark woke up at 9:30, and Henry is still asleep and it's 10:30. Jet lag is taking its toll.

It's colder here than I expected and since all of our stuff is on a boat somewhere, probably still on the US coastline, we'll be shopping for some coats and sweaters for all of us, especially tiny Henry.

We're staying in temporary housing for a month and the apartment is a little odd. It's the penthouse apartment which is lovely, but we have to take the elevator, then walk up 2 flights of stairs to get to our apartment. With a stroller and baby and bags, it gets a little hairy, but we'll manage for a few weeks. The area we're staying in - Barbican - is near the Financial District, so it's sort of like staying in McPherson Square or Wall Street. Nothing is open on the weekends, especially on Sunday, so we were walking around like ravenous wolves last night looking for food. I started to panic without access to food, until we found a Tesco express open - a convenience grocery store. In normal circumstances I would be like - barf - but it was like a gold mine! We filled our basket with all we could get our grubby hands on and ate like kings last night. Well, Tesco kings, but still.

Mark starts work this afternoon, so it will just be Henry and me until my Dad shows up late tomorrow evening. I'm glad he's coming! We are already feeling so homesick and displaced, and we will be glad to welcome fun Papa Mickey here to brighten things up and provide some needed reasons to get out and see London.