Saturday, December 24, 1988

From London to Skegness ...

I woke up early today in order to catch the train to Skegness... Viv's hometown. J.P, Viv and I bid farewell to the Bajaria's and thanked them for putting up with us this past week. Then we caught the train from Longfield to Victoria Station. From there, J.P. went his own way (to visit his exchange family. But he and I will re-connect after Christmas to do some more traveling), while Viv and I headed to King's Cross Station.

Unfortunately, we missed the train we were planning to catch, and the one we had tickets for, but we were still able to catch the next train. However, that train was packed (this being Christmas Eve and all), and we were forced to stand or sit on the floor until we arrived at Grantham. We got of the train there and made the change to Skegness, boarding this cute little train that went about 10 mph.

We finally got to Skegness around 2.30 p.m., where Viv's parents showed up at the train station a short time later to pick us up and take us back to the house. They took the "scenic" route to show me the area, and when we got to the house I had an opportunity to meet the entire family: Viv's grandma, who is 83 and losing her hearing and sight, but still very alert; Roseanne, Viv's 14-year-old sister; Karen, Viv's 17-year-old karate-enthusiast sister and her boyfried Mike.

Anyway, we relaxed on this Christmas eve, with Viv and I taking a walk to a nearby store, a visit to the shoreline (photos above), and then to visit her friend Debbie. It still doesn't feel like Christmas, but I think that's because of all the traveling we did today. Later on we watched some telly, then went to bed, with visions of sugarplums, etc., etc.

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