Last Meals

 The last moments in London were spent in reminiscing Sara's favourite eating place. She told us that we must have the last dinner at La Porchetta; the outlet where she and her pals used to dine at.

 An Italian outlet, La Porchetta is a cosy and warm eatery catered by friendly Italians. Sara said the price is reasonable and she and  her course mates would frequent the place especially when there was an occasion to cherish. She repeatedly said that she would miss the outlet.

 When we were there, we saw many of different nationalities having a whale of time eating and sharing warmly. It is indeed a suitable outlet for families and gatherings too. We were glad Sara brought us there.

 

 The first specialty was of course the Italian Pizza. Not over complimenting, but the pizza indeed was different from the ones we get back home. It was good, really good. You can see for yourself; the pastry and the perfect toppings.Dad could have walloped the whole spread on his own!

 Pardon me for the weak photography; but the pasta was just as palatable.

 This is the first time I have tasted fried white bait ! The size is bigger than our local anchovies and it was delicious. This if left to me; I would have finished by myself.

 White bait ; deep fried.

A good rest and we were up to meet a loved one for another last meal; breakfast.

 Meet Sophie; cousin to Sara. Sophie is working in London and it was good to meet up with her before we left for home. She grew up with my Esther and Sara and went to Seafield school too. She is very dear to us and when I saw her, it was like seeing my own daughter. She had not been feeling good as I witnessed her swallowing her medication. Her mama must have been anxious.

Having studied Theology; she is still looking for a chance to fulfill her calling and while waiting she is experimenting on another love of her heart; discovering the best concoction of coffee! 

May her dream come true.

She reminds me of a truth; that the will and desire of our children can really differ from ours; the parents. 

We may be preparing them for something and they could end up doing otherwise.

So, I gather we should not too be anxious and be ready to play the tune with them.

 

 A gift for a dear friend back home; Sophie told Sara.

 

 After breakfast, it was indeed time to leave.

Goodbye Sophie; sad to leave her behind.

 

 So, it's home again.

Back to good old Malaysia.

We were grateful to God for a safe and wonderful trip again.