Ryan and I have lost each other. Not kidding. I got in one tube, and he got stuck on the platform. I rode up and back searching, paging at every stop, crying, more crying, until the security man suggests I call the hotel. But let me make this clear, I have everything. The passports, the wallets, the phone, the METRO cards. Ryan doesn't have anything on him but a suitcase. I even have the tube directions to the hotel in my pocket. So when he suggests this, I'm thinking that is a very far fetched idea that he would have a clue where to go. So I call.
"I *sob* lost my fiancé. *sob* my name is Kristin and we have a reservation for tonight"
"yes Kristin, he called just a little it ago and told me to tell you to meet him here"
"he what?! Really? he is so smart! *soft cry*"
So here I am, sitting. Wishin and hopin. Sitting with my bags and a glass of red wine and desperately searching out of the lobby window for my lost Ryan. Here he is! Finally! Apparently I had written the name of the hotel on a paper that was in his backpack. Just the name. He had to ask someone to use a phone a d found his way here. After a while of catching up and telling each other how much we loved each other, it was time to go to Sherlock Holmes pub where Ryan got his real yorkshire puddings and we shared a vegetable Wellington.
We wandered around to see Big Ben, Westminster abbey, parliament, the London eye, and Buckingham palace. Tomorrow we leave for warwick castle, Oxford, and to tour where Shakespeare lived. After today we are so drained!
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