Just about done with my England leg of the trip. Two and a half exhaustively non-stop days in London, a day trip to my family’s namesake town of Bedingfield, and now I’m taking a calm day and a half in the seaside town of Brighton. At least, it was supposed to be calm, but I accidentally booked a room above one of the busiest bars on the seafront. So, I guess instead I’ll practice for Oktoberfest.
Speaking of which, tomorrow I leave for Munich.
This whole thing is STILL hard to process as real.