Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Delightful, Delicious, Delovely
London in summer. Blue skies and sunny conversation, laughter and love. Food and wine (read: beer, Baileys, vodka, scotch, Kahlua. And, of course, wine). Picnics and exploration, history at every turn.
Walking down Southbank, soaking in the city, poring over books and old maps, wandering through the streets, figuring out the Underground, and gradually a city maps itself out in your mind.
Old friends - sometimes actually sitting on park benches. How strange and wondrous to feel someone kicking in one's oldest friend's stomach. To meet friends one hasn't met in years, sit in the sunshine on a boat on the river, talk of this and that, share old stories, talk of plans and dreams and just look out at the street.
Family, laughing hysterically into the night about old stories and new, dawdling at the table over dinner, enveloped in contentment. Big family get-together, teasing and laughing at each other. Photographs and memories. Happiness.
Lazy mornings, coffee and conversation. Home. Perfection.