Our flight landed at Heathrow Airport at about 8 a.m. Anyone who has ever flown overnight from the U.S. to Europe knows how brutal that can be. Breakfast is served about an hour before landing, which is really the middle of the night. But outside, the sun is coming up. And so begins a seemingly endless day of avoiding sleep and staying up as late as possible.
The secret, as I learned, was to stay active and eat a lot.
We arrived at Ali and Dan's place about mid-morning. Ali already had the entire day planned for us. We'd walk about 40 minutes from their place in Islington to experience one of her favorite pastimes since moving to London almost two years earlier - the Borough Market.
By the time we arrived, it was packed with people who were inching their way from stall to stall, snacking on the wide array of foodstuffs, and trying to avoid the crush of people.
This did not deter us.
We grazed on a bulgur salad.
I discovered my latest addiction here - salty and smoked almonds.
We browsed through fresh produce (we'd go on to eat a lot of potato and leek soup later on in Wales).
We wondered what ostrich tasted like.
And gawked back at this guy.
We watched this guy scrape cheese to make the Swiss/French/German dish raclette (a toasted cheese sandwich)
Then we ate raclette.
And drank some of this.
The next morning, we were good as new.