Teresa’s gone on her own adventure to Pulpit Rock by car, ferry, bus, and foot. I have only a touch of FOMO staying here in the hotel with Surfy (my Surface laptop) and books; some raisin buns and Argentinian Sauvignon Blanc for lunch; and a sunny balcony from which to contemplate “the moral imperative of travel.”
We’ve had more and less active days on this trip but today is my first time alone in a comfortable hotel room with nothing to do but read and write and nap. A good thing before what promises to be a hectic week in London—Teresa has a list of things to do she says and Teresa, like her Grandmother, is a serious list-maker.
Evening: Teresa’s home, had a spectacular day viewing beautiful landscapes, and is showered and sort of ‘in for the evening.’ Really the best thing about traveling with Teresa is not that she’s fun or interesting or that I love her…all of which is true…it’s that she can be a bit of a sloth/slug/lazy-being at moments as well. We should go out and do stuff for our last evening in Norway. Instead we’re opting for the room; she’s downloading a movie and I’m going to read and perhaps watch a bit of the BBC. She’s not even doing this to humor me…she seems to like having both down time and up time.