This morning, Grant skipped out the door on the way to his last marketing class ever (!) and I got up to straighten up a bit and plan our day. I had decided on going to Greenwich to explore and discover the National Maritime Museum, Queen's House, Old Royal Naval College, Royal Observatory and see the famous Cutty Sark. The highlight of the Greenwich trip: The Prime Meridian.
We'd make our way back by waterboat on the Thames, but not before attending evensong at St. Paul's Cathedral. We'd finish up with dinner afterwards at a favorite little Italian place near Embankment and catch the Jubilee line home.
Instead, we were both so hungry when Grant got home that we decided to try out a little Italian place close to our flat in Hampstead, then head out to Greenwich. Luigi's was amazing and had unusually large portions (we had spaghetti and lasagna). Before we'd even paid the check, a food coma came over us--the perfect comfortably-full-but-not-stuffed feeling that demands sleep.
What could we do?
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Alcatraz, One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest, Friday Night Lights, The Office, Glee. I'd say is was a successful day.
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