I love London. I hate London. I love London when I climb the steps onto the street from my first underground or train trip into the City. Double decker buses. Black cabs. Red phone booths. Royal Mail boxes. Hundred year old pubs on every corner. Look Left. Look Right. It feels like I'm home. Until I go to pay for something. Was it always this expensive? I hate London! A one way trip on the Underground within the cheapest zone cost us $20! And the kid...

Dear Bryan and Juliet:Rather than simply leave a note, we thought we'd dedicate our blog entry from Portsmouth/Felpham to thanking you both for the incredible hospitality you extended to us these last few days. It's funny how fate gently guides our lives through subtle course corrections. Seemingly small and insignificant encounters, if treated as such, might rob of us of our richest experiences. Had we not stopped to chat on the hike in New Zealand seven months ...