"It's The Little Differences"

I wasted a lot of thought on this little trip to Europe.  Thought primarily around the idea of continuing to ride and workout while still staying disciplined regarding the fact that I am here for work first and foremost.  However, instead of posting pictures of the English countryside and laughing at myself for struggling with the fact the English drive on the opposite side of the road, it has only taken one "delayed" bag to turn all of that thought into nothing.

Once letting go of the fact that I would have just the clothes on my back for an unknown time, we made our way to Hatfield via 'tube' and train, then strolled through the confusing streets until we needed to ask for an assist and a man literally walked us to our destination.

Often, cliches are founded in fact and I've enjoyed the extra bit of politeness that seems to come from interacting with people here.  

I also watched Manchester United in a pub full of people last night.  It seemed like a wonderful display of self-abuse given that with soccer/football the scoring is so few and far between that you heard far more ewws and oohhhs than actual cheers.  Everything is a near miss and a wince.  However, after several rounds of Bulgers cider and a 1 - o MU victory, everyone went home happy.

According the the airline, my bag should arrive tomorrow, which will be nice considering we head to Amsterdam via ferry the following day.  I've been holding off buying clothes under the hope that my bag will arrive and I'll be covered.  We shall see.  Of course, in the back of my mind continues to sit the fact that I haven't ridden at all and will likely end up going well over a week without any saddle time.  Perfect prep for TI.

Maybe I'll just go find a McDonald's and order a Royal with cheese.  Hell, I may even go in a Burger King.