I am made of mush right now. Sleep deprived, dehydrated, alcohol-sodden mush. A week and a half ago I flew to London. I walked, I ate, I worked, I sightsaw. Wednesday I flew to Dublin. I crossed the country, visited the family homestead, drove back, went to a wedding, strolled Dublin, and flew to New York yesterday. I had a birthday dinner with my dad, caught up with friends, and was escorted by those friends to a very hot bath and some chamomile tea. Thank god for that.
Tomorrow I fly to Austin for SXSW. I really can’t wait, but I’d better be very very nice to my body so it doesn’t break down on me even more.
Here’s a few select phone shots from London – will post more on Dublin later.
View from the Thames
Morning run along the river
My travel uniform. I’m a packing ace by now.
Atop the London Eye.
I realized while walking by Big Ben that most of my mental images of it are from disaster movies where it gets blown up.
Food pilgrimage to Ottolenghi.
I could eat nothing but Ottolenghi for the rest of my life and be a happy happy lady.
