A Room With a View

I wasn’t prepared for the jet lag. Is it supposed to last this long?

My daily dosage of caffeine is hard to come by, since the B&B only gives out tiny little espresso cups for coffee in the mornings. I’ve learned to down one cup while I’m standing there with my banana, but it’s still not enough. I’ve tried buying coffees from various shops around me, but it’s very confusing. Their “filtered coffee” is actually something that comes out of a steamer. A “regular” is what we usually filter, but it’s so frowned upon that not everyone brews it. And asking for black, no cream no sugar? They stare at me like I’m a madwoman. One guy actually said, “Are you serious?” Oh, those crazy Americans.

I’m a little glad that I was only able to get the double room at the B&B, because it’s gorgeous. It’s a corner room, and the view is stunning. There is a sweet little park behind me (I was asked a few minutes ago to go play football...everyone is so nice here, but it’s a little disconcerting) and the staff are amazing. The only complaint I have is the bathroom. It’s a closet that was built into the room, so there isn’t much space to wiggle. You have to set your aim before you turn around, because any mistakes in targeting will either send you crashing into the sink or against the wall. Which means I have to step into my room to “finish things up.” Considering there are huge windows on every wall with nothing but sheer drapes, it’s definitely a dangerous undertaking.

I’ll miss the room when I move to the single, because I’ve seen the singles and they are really, really small. But that’s ok...it’ll make me get out more.

Once my feet stop hurting.

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Nicest Pub - North London Tavern.

Funniest man who came up to talk to me - The drunk Irish man at 9AM

Number of pubs that serve Sunday Roast - All of them.

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