With not much computing time (nights after Rog gets home from work and after we've put the kid to sleep), I haven't been able to do daily updates of our trip.  (In short, the days are filled with awesome walking tours with kid--markets, landmarks, parks/squares, and city planning/architecture focused detours).   But I can spare a few minutes before bed  to expand upon my disgust for the traditional English breakfast.  God, they are awful.  I should have known, given that I had exposure to this in Australia.  There is nothing really appealing about it. I knew this, but still went for it today.  I felt like I needed a hearty start to a day of walking.  I also stupidly thought I could feed the kid some of the eggs.  Traditional English breakfast consists of all the things I find truly abhorrent in a breakfast--runny eggs, gummy bacon, boiled tomatoes, barely toasted bread, and some flavorless button mushrooms.  Even Lincoln rejected the eggs by promptly spitting them out whenever I offered them to him.  He happily ate the crusty bread.  The one interesting thing about the breakfast is the type of bacon provided.  There are two kinds--back bacon (ham) and streaky bacon (the kind we Yanks normally eat).  Today I had a cut that included both kinds. The back bacon was edible if not a little too salty, but the streaky bacon parts were atrocious.  For the rest of the trip I am going to have to eat pancakes (crepes) or breakfast pastries for breakfast.  It isn't protein, but at least it doesn't make me gag to swallow it down.