Do you know where these roots go?

The breakfasts at our hotel here in London are glorious. They actually fill me up for a good four hours, which is nothing short of miraculous. First you choose from fried or scrambled eggs and bacon or sausage. Then they bring you a large amount of toast and good English tea. I even put cream in my tea here- it cuts the bitter edge the of the almost overbrewed blackness. As if this were not enough, there is a table laden with mandarin orange and grapefruit segments, yoghurt, weetabix and cereal to choose from. And sometimes, if you get there early enough, there are even croissant. The yoghurt here is so much better than American yoghurt- so smooth and creamy, and not too sweet. Mmmm.

It's amazing how a good breakfast can put everything into perspective. At least for awhile.