As all good things in life, London had to come to an end all too quickly (understandable, since we only had a day in the city itself). After having a jam session with one of his British music buddies, The Husband met back up with us so we could visit Buckingham Palace and Picadilly Circus. How i wish we could have seen a show while we were there (The Husband still has never seen a musical!), but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Instead, we finished off our night by heading to the Hard Rock London — first of all, because the Loggers go to a Hardrock in every city they visit, and second of all, because we like to support The Husbands older sister, Jayn, who works as an accountant for the Seminole tribe. We like to think that our meals that night helped pay a fraction of her salary :).
Looking back on this trip I can’t help but think it was incredible that we didn’t end up in Wales or something. With no GPS, a French car, and no idea of where we were driving, we did surprisingly well, with only a few wrong-side-of-the-road mishaps. Whoops! What are crazy Americans good for if not scaring the locals when we go on vacation?
And for anyone wondering about the conclusion to the plumbing story from last post, we were right in being worried — the “plumbers” actually broke two more things in our bathroom, meaning that we are now the recipients of a new toilet that will be coming our way this Wednesday. Needless to say, life with a broken toilet is ….interesting….