I would like to believe that I made the most of my trip. Between work, sightseeing and the food, the time really did fly by.
It all started on Saturday September 10th. My flight wasn't until 4 pm, so I got to spend most of the day with my sweet family. We went to breakfast at one of my favorite places and came home to have a dance party. Avery was all about the music and dancing in my arms. So much fun. We also did a bit of bouncing on our yoga ball.
They also helped me edit my guest posts.
Not long later, it was time for their naps and time to finish my last minute packing. At 2:30 pm, we left to the airport where the girls had major meltdowns in the car. They were super upset that I was leaving them which only prompted more tears from me. So hard to say goodbye to my little turkeys.
I had a short flight to San Francisco, followed by a two hour layover before boarding our flight to London.
Before I turned my phone on airplane mode, I received two sweet photos that I looked at every chance I could on the long flight.
New pjs from Old Navy
Side note: I seriously can't wait to start renovations on our kitchen (especially with that top photo of miss Sutton). I am counting down the days.
I had a 10 hour flight over to London. I had a glass of champagne upon take off, watched a movie, had dinner and fell asleep. About two hours later, I woke up and needed to throw up. I searched for a barf bag and no go. Luckily or not, the bathroom was open and I ran to it. Getting sick in a plane bathroom is the worst. You don't want to get too close to the toilet, but you don't want splatter. It's a lose lose situation. I chose to have a bit of splatter.
After getting sick, I went back towards my seat and the flight attendant asked if I was ok. I told her I think the food upset my stomach and felt awful. She offered me ginger ale which I accepted and told me another passenger was sick, but she wasn't sure if it was from the food.
I tried to sleep the remaining part of the flight, but I felt soooo sick.
Finally, we landed, but I still felt awful. We went through customs, gathered our bags and set out for a cab. I knew it was going to be a 45 minute cab ride, so I settled in and hoped that I didn't smell too bad. My co-worker said he didn't think I got any throw up on myself because I didn't smell, but I still worried.
Our 45 minute car ride turned into an hour and a half car ride. Since it was 9/11, traffic was crazy and then there was a cyclist race going on as well. Once we got to our hotel, got checked in, texted back and forth with Rory and the girls, I had the best shower. I felt clean and ready to walk around. Or so I thought.
We walked around Covent Gardens and the shops for a bit before finding a place to eat. It was a typical Brasserie, but the menu looked good. I opted for soup and some risotto. I thought it would be gentle enough on my stomach. I ate most of the soup and about a few bites of the risotto before feeling really sick again. We left and walked around a bit more before my co-worker talked me into gelato. After gelato, we headed back to the hotel where I felt awful all night long. I definitely had food poisoning.
Stay tuned for Part 2 where we work and explore London and England.