June 1. Thursday.
I can’t believe it’s June already. That means I have 12 days left on this trip. I admit to getting weary, and my two biggest trainings are yet to come. When I woke up I took a long walk around the very large park near the Windmill Hotel. Very active park—people all over the place engaged in all manner of exercise.
Came back, had breakfast, took a luxurious bath, checked out, lugged my bags to the underground (subway), and took the train to Oxford Circus, where I met Naila for lunch. Only she forgot she was fasting for Ramadan. I was very happy to have just had one of my Isagenix shakes, because she brought down the shaker I had left up at the training, but she brought a lunch for me even though she wasn’t eating. How sweet was that!
We sat on a blanket in the park in the sun and talked, which was very nice, and then it was time for me to lug my bags back onto the underground, then took a train to Marks Tey (next to Colchester)—for some lucky reason, I didn’t see where to get a train ticket, so I just jumped onto the train, and nobody checked it by the time I got off, so I got a free ride. Sue Pankiewicz picked me up and brought me to her and Peter’s new house in the country. By this time I am totally exhausted, and cannot wait to just lie down and do nothing. Luckily, tomorrow is a day off and I don’t have to do anything.