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Happy in Wales

After 24 hours of travel, I arrived safe and sound in Southern Wales. Here is how the trip went.
  1. Yesterday at noon I met Sarah, my booking agent, at noon for lunch (Vietnamese) then she dropped me off at the bus station in Hartford, Connecticut (aka where I live)
  2. I took the 2:00 PM Peter Pan bus to NYC. It was supposed to get in at 4:30 but with the traffic got in at 6 pm.
  3. Took the E subway to the Air Train in Queens, NY
  4. Took Air Train to JFK airport
  5. Hung out for 4.5 hours eating vegan junk food, writing e-mails and chatting on the phone.
  6. At 11:30 PM flew to London. Sat next to Gerry, a very cool New Yorker who works as a consultant to museums around the world.
  7. Arrived at Heathrow at 11:30 AM (today)
  8. Went through immigrations (actual conversation with immigration official--"You were just here in May. Why are you back again? Why were you here then? Why did stay for a week, leave then come back for another week." I told him that I am an artist. That sufficed.
  9. Took 1:15 bus to Cardiff, Wales.
  10. Arrived at 4:00 PM and was met by John Henson, my host and author of The Gay Disciple.
  11. Took another bus to his home where I met his partner Valerie, who served me a stunning vegan dinner that consisted of a bean stew, new potatoes and a plum crumble with soya custard for desert.
So after much travel, I am cozy and well fed and well loved and will go to bed soon. John and I have been talking about the Bible and trans people. Between Valerie's cooking, Bible discussions with John AND that they have wi-fi, I may never leave.
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Anonymous said…
Vegan junk food? Is there such a thing? Hey I'm an omnivore from Texas and naive to the ways of vegans in the wilds of the great Northeast and across the sea (wink), so enlighten me.
4:07 PM
Allyson Dylan Robinson said…
Gosh, I miss traveling. I'm not sure what it says about me, but that 4.5 hours in the airport sound like so much *fun*!

(I'm feeling better, BTW. I'll try to hold off another crisis until you return =)
5:57 PM
Peterson Toscano said…
ally, glad to hear you feel better. Yeah, save up the crisis for my return :-)

pw, yes, of course vegan junk food:
French Fries, dark chocolate, pretzels, potato chips--so much junk food, so little time.

I was a good boy and when I arrived in London, I bought an apple (they have these great "5 a day" fruit stands in many convenient stores these days. 49p for an apple, orange or banana).
11:25 PM
Alex Resare said…
Nice to have you here on this side of the world. I've stopped my vegan diet now. I can't seem to stop gaining weight and am always tired. No, back on track with my stone age inspired diet.
4:37 AM
Peterson Toscano said…
Alex, clearly you are doing the vegan thing all wrong. I can't help but to gain weight and have boundless energy. I have to come to Sweden and sort you out!
5:29 AM
Alex Resare said…
I would rather guess that people are different but if it gets you here of course I'm doing it wrong.
6:11 AM
Peterson Toscano said…
well, some are not nearly as adorable as you are Alex. :-)
6:39 AM
Anonymous said…
"But I'm an artist." That's going to be my excuse for everything from now on. :P
11:29 AM
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