and now, for the rest of the story.

the day before i left for london, my boss sent me a panicked text asking what i was going to do about my passport. a few weeks earlier, i had gone to the wave organ with some of my girlfriends and when we got home, i no longer had my wallet. i accepted the fact that the waves had swallowed my drivers license and credit cards. i cancelled my credit cards and got a temporary drivers license, and took my passport with me to dc as my photo id.

am i the only one who finds it ironic that someone found my wallet the day that i left for london? i don't think i believe in coincidences anymore.

on saturday morning, i found myself in a cafe eating breakfast with darrel.

i could summarize my weekend in london by using the following words -

even when we got a flat tire going 80 miles an hour down the motorway.

even when darrel got to show me how manly he is by changing the flat tire.

even when helped me fulfill my dreams and took me to stonehenge.

and when he took me on a paddle boat in hyde park.

and when he took me to see his coworkers, the guards, at st. james palace.

and when we went to see the quintessential london icon, big ben.

especially when we carved/drew our initials in a tree in hyde park.

oh heavens.