It’s 12:23, local time. I’m finishing up what Londoners must consider breakfast - the Avocado on Sour Dough was edible, but I can’t make sense of the baked beans and “chips” (French fries). My stomach is still reeling from the week’s long abuse caused by Passover. It seems us Jews are in a battle for last place with the English over unappetizing cuisine. Certainly Spain will be an upgrade on that front.
I’m now awaiting my flight in the London-Gatwick airport, departing in a few hours to the town of Las Palmas on the Gran Canaries. Upon landing at Heathrow, I flew through customs - it pays to be an American (or Canadien), when visiting England. Apparently, much has been forgiven since our little uprising back in the 1700’s. Putin might take note of the opportunities that blossom from friendship, rather than colonization, of your historical kin. I digress.