My Gauche Life

I've realized my life this week is a bit fantastic. And I mean fantastic in the true sense of the word.

Let's recap.

Friday: fly to Istanbul, from Kusadasi
Monday: fly to Brussels, from Istanbul
Wednesday: fly to London, from Brussels
Friday: fly to Venice, from London

It's a lot different when I'm taking trains and buses, but traversing the European continent like this, within the space of five days (really), seems a bit gauche.

I've found myself starting to choose my words and descriptions of what I'm doing a little more carefully, after seeing some truly incredulous and High Jealousy looks. It's just that this life has become normal for me, and this doesn't seem that incredible to me. Granted, this week is a bit unusual with all the flying, though, it doesn't seem like the most incredible thing possible.

I almost chose to fly to Marrakech today. That would definitely have made this week a much more incredible.

[Of course, I didn't book my flight for Venice until about midnight last night...]

Now, off to find some lunch and enjoy this new bit of London sun (I don't think I've ever been in London when it's been sunny and warm...on this trip or when I was here in 1998). Of course, it's getting sunny just as I'm getting ready to leave. Apparently, it was also quite sunny and warm the few days immediately preceding my arrival here.

Am I only meant to be in London when it's grey, cold, snowy or rainy?