@KPeterso, I had a similar situation with my DD in London. We got separated in Westminster Abbey, in the Queen’s Gallery on, I think, the fourth floor.
She got sick of me explaining who was in the crypts on the main floor and so we weren’t side by side after a while, but we always reconnected. We went upstairs together, and started wondering separately. It wasn’t a huge space, but there were twists and turns. I waited and waited and then I asked the docent if she could help me find my DD. She started to panic until I told her that she was 23.
I left the abbey, figuring that out hotel was nearby, she had a credit card and an Oyster card. She would eventually find me at the hotel.
I went to the Churchill War Rooms because I knew she wanted to go there. She went to the National Gallery because she knew I wanted to go there.
we had dinner together after she came back to the hotel.
This was last year and I never keep cell service active when we travel overseas.
she ditched me again a few nights later at Harrod’s. Lol
She got sick of me explaining who was in the crypts on the main floor and so we weren’t side by side after a while, but we always reconnected. We went upstairs together, and started wondering separately. It wasn’t a huge space, but there were twists and turns. I waited and waited and then I asked the docent if she could help me find my DD. She started to panic until I told her that she was 23.
I left the abbey, figuring that out hotel was nearby, she had a credit card and an Oyster card. She would eventually find me at the hotel.
I went to the Churchill War Rooms because I knew she wanted to go there. She went to the National Gallery because she knew I wanted to go there.
we had dinner together after she came back to the hotel.
This was last year and I never keep cell service active when we travel overseas.
she ditched me again a few nights later at Harrod’s. Lol
