Lacking a good sense of direction...

Tate Britain Art Gallery

Today in London the weather was beyond wonderful. It was cool, sunny, just perfect for a day spent outside. I started my morning off with a run that turned into a little longer than expected...I kind of got lost on the way back but with the help of a few locals I made it back. When I asked them how far away I was from where I was staying, they looked at me like I was crazy & responded with "You are planning on running there?!?" That is when I knew I definitely made a wrong turn, but I eventually made it back in one piece! The rest of the day consisted with what they call a "British cultural class," in order to work over in the UK the British Government requires that we partake in a class. The course consists of everything and anything about Britain. The class was followed by a field trip to Tate Britain which is a well-known art gallery in London. Art is not really my cup of tea but it was interesting to walk around and see the pieces of work painted as early as the 1800's. The night ended with dinner plans planned by me...but didn't go quite how I wanted them. I googled a restaurant around where we are staying,  a Japanese restaurant stood out it had great reviews and sounded like a ton of fun. You go in take your shoes off at the door, and sit at a ground level table PLUS it even had karaoke on Friday & Saturday nights. So I thought it would be perfect for a group of us to try out! Well, we got on The Tube rode it down to where I thought was the right direction, finally got off the train after sitting through about 12 stops, began walking to what I thought would be a short easy walk...turned into more of a 25-30 minute walk. Well, we finally get closer to the address but there is no Japanese place in sight. I got on the phone called the restaurant and he followed by saying what turned out to be exactly what we did not want to hear, "You are no where near us, you need to get back on the train..." When I had to break the news to the group of course it followed by receiving a I want to kill you look. So we x-ed out those plans and ended up at a restaurant near by, which was not too bad! Moral of the story was, never depend on me for directions. Oops...