Our two weeks in Budapest have ended. I have a lot of adventures and memories to record from the last few days and that entry will happen soon...but first, just an update on now:
SB and I landed flew to London yesterday, while SP headed off to Italy (yes, she's the smart one who thought to take weather into consideration). After landing at the brand new Terminal 5 in Heathrow (that nearly didn't open days before the flight), we made our way through the tube ("mind the gap") to King's Cross station where SB headed off to her hostel and I continued on to Liverpool St, to catch my train to Norwich.
Why Norwich? Why not? I have two friends in England, and one of them is currently in South America. My other friend, who I met at BM last year (!), lives in Norwich and teaching tango and designs wedding cakes for a living. What better way to see the real England!
What did I do on my first night in Norwich? Guess.
If you guessed that I went to a small tango dance class at an old countryside English mansion (Bylaugh Hall, Norfolk - google it!), you obviously don't know me very well, but you'd be right! My friend whisked me from the train station, had be dig my nice low-healed strap sandles out of my backpack (now I know why I brought them) and we dashed to the countryside. We dined on some old fashioned British country food (mixed crumble with fresh cream for dessert), and then went off to a beautiful ballroom for the dance lessons. There were about 8 of us - mostly men and women in their 40s-50s - and everyone was from the surrounding area. My friend was the one, the owner of the masion was the other, and all the other students helped me get the basics (because my dancing capabilities are remarkably limited.) I was terrible, but people were very patient with me and it was a blast.
This morning, I'm wandering around Norwich, a pretty town, with a remarkable number of churches. Lots of good tea, though I do miss those Hungarian desserts...
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