This is Peanut Butter Brickle. I am about to break out my title of Sheriff again soon. The persons have started their journey back home. Our spawcation is over on Friday. I have mixed feelings about that. Mostly because I have changed a lot during these two weeks. Now, instead of matzo, my favorite crackers are cuban crackers. I am also enjoying the occasional bite of gourmet fish snacks.
Now, instead of being the most handsome dog in the world, I am also the most relaxed, handsome dog in the world with a belly full of cuban crackers, eggs with spinach, and gourmet fish snacks. Yes, Aunt Veronica has taken pretty good care of us. Digby says that Aunt Veronica needs to give Girl Person her recipe for eggies. Yes, we have had a good time.
The persons started their journey back yesterday on a plane ride from Milan, Italy to London, England. Girl Person said it was a lot of commotion, lines, people running around, passports, customs and more lines, more luggage and more trains.
In all of that commotion, one thing was clear. This was the start of the journey back to us, the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV and warmth in this Florida place. It was very cold, Girl Person said in that London place. Cold and rain and giant backpacks make for some hungry persons. The first thing that they did was get a proper cup of tea.
Then, they decided that since they were a little down about leaving that Italy place, they would drop off their luggage and go to a London pub. With some hubbub.
Have you ever felt a bit exhausted, or all exhausted? Have you looked at your watch, if you still wear a watch, which Digby does not, because he does not even wear pants….and do you wonder, maybe..what would cheer you up? If you are in London, you don’t have to wonder. Even if you don’t have a car, like the persons did not, you can find a pub right around the corner. Or. You can be Boy Person and Girl Person and walk two miles in the London cold to go to one you think looks good. And then, it is better than you think.
As the persons walked in to the pub after a long day of driving, flying and walking and walking again, all their cares melted away when they saw the fire, the people, and heard all the hubbub going on.
I had no idea what hubbub was until Girl Person told me. She said it is a lot of commotion and talking and activity. It can be laughter or loud talking. And although you would think that if you were tired, this wouldn’t be fun, well, you probably haven’t been to a London pub. With hubbub. With history. With cider. With chips. Oh, Girl Person’s favorite.
But that was not all. You see, as the persons sat there enjoying all there was to enjoy in a building more than 600 years old, a few other persons were enjoying all there was to enjoy too. But they did this every night. They had their own routine of talking. Pub talking. There was the email man who talked about sending emails, not getting emails, and hating emails.
There was the table of golfers from Wales and Ireland who were going to Florida to play golf and asked the persons how they met, what they thought about life and how they could be nicer people. Yes, there was all of that. Oh, and also, they discussed a cruise, North Dakota and Mount Rushmore which was in South Dakota. I had a hard time following this. Maybe it made more sense with the cider.
Then, there was the man who loved hedgehogs.
And Girl Person said there was the man who was mad about the snow, the rain, the trains and the planes. They could relate to that. But they also could relate to how special all this hubbub was. Everyone seemed to want to be there, to talk to each other, to enjoy the normalcy of the day by celebrating it. Hubbub. Hubbub in the pub. Oh, with lots of good grub. It did the persons good.
No, you see, it wasn’t just about the drinks. Or the food. It was the mood. The persons decided that if this pub was good, they would check out another. And for round two, Girl Person decided that if she was to be a good traveler, she had to find out if the chips were different at every pub. It was research, after all.
Many times, we may think that life is too complicated to stop and sit for awhile.
We may think that there is no time to talk about the “little things” like hedgehogs, or email or snow. But maybe, just maybe, there is someone that wants to hear us talk about the little things. Maybe there is someone like us that needs to talk about the things that happened in their day too. Where have we lost our sense of community…even with strangers?
Because in London, no one is a stranger in a pub with good grub and lots of hubbub.
These pubs that the persons visited may be 600 or 700 years old. But what is even older than that is the need for us all to belong.
What is even older than that is for us all to remember that no matter where we hang our hat at night, we all are the same. Let’s remember that we all need each other. And we all need some hubbub.
The persons fly from London, England very late today to make their way back to that Florida place. They have to rest for the night, get the RV the next day and make sure it is ready for me and Digby. So stay tuned! We take the day off from the blog tomorrow, but Friday, we are back…and it’s going to be a very special day. Reunited! We can’t wait!
-Peanut Butter Brickle
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One thought on “2 Traveling Without Dogs In London-Pubs, Grub and Hubbub”
Thank you for sharing your Italy and London journey. The boys will be happy when you come home. They were well taken care of but there is no PLACE like home. Happy thanksgiving to you xxxooo