Hello from Henley-on-Thames

Well after a rough start of a cancelled flight, 24 hours of travel, lost bags and about everything else that could go wrong, we’re back on track now, in the peaceful river-side village of Henley-on-Thames.  It turned out that our bags didn’t arrive till late on the 2nd, so we had to go out and buy clothes for an important dinner that night.  Whew!  What an experience.  But all’s well that ends well, someone said, and I’ll buy that.

Sunday night, the 3rd, we enjoyed an amazing dinner at Quilon, a one star Michelin Indian restaurant in London.  Very yummy.

Monday morning, July 4th, we took the train to get here to Henley and the country side is lovely–green fields spreading out for miles and pink and yellow wild flowers growing alongside the railroad tracks.  I’m doing an article on ‘packing light for a trip by train’ and we managed just fine with our bags in the tube in London,  then transferring to the train at Paddington station, then walking to our place here.

We’re sharing an apartment with another rower and Landon is racing this weekend in a master’s regatta–all the old guys, as he puts it.  The big and famous rowing regatta that has been going on since 1839 took place last weekend.

Our apartment has big windows that look out on the Thames and we watch boats and ducks and geese float by .  Landon found me a bike, so today I’m going to venture out and explore a bit.  I’ve been writing and doing some editing, very peaceful and great.

After being in a hotel, I love having an apartment where I can make tea and we can do our own meals.  Plus going to the market is just great fun in another country, I think–seeing what foods they have and what they call them and how they are displayed.