From The Left Side Of The Road
Hello from London! I have 17 minutes left at the net cafe, so if this gets cut short, that’s why.
No photos yet. I’ve taken some amazing ones already, but we don’t have an adapter, which you’d think would be easy to find – we thought it’d be easy to find – but no luck yet.
We are just starting to get our groove. Only about 1/2 hour sleep each on the redeye, and then checked into our flat before heading straight to an Arsenal match. They won 2-0, we hit the pub with a dozen of Matt’s really nice friends after, then went for Indian food, curry just as delicious as everyone says. At that point I’d been up for 36 hours straight and was having trouble understanding simple things people were asking me, so we went home before I started hallucinating and babbling about worms taking bong hits on mushrooms.
Coma for 12 hours brings us to this morning, when we got up, washed off a horrible layer of stank, then walked to a cafe for breakfast. I am madly in love with British coffee.
Came back an discovered an issue with Matt’s cell phone and the pre-paid sim card we’d bought for the trip. While he tried to resolve it (still unresolved), I napped again. I think I’m all caught up now, because everything has stopped looking and feeling like some strange dream where everyone talks like Patsy and Edina. I am also pretty in love with our flat – it has quirks, but I think they make it all the better.
Stopped into a Woolworths and picked up some fun British candy – that and fun British TV is the plan tonight, because a) it’s Sunday and things are closing down and b) we have two crazy nights in a row coming up.
Tomorrow we take the train to Wales, to tour during the day and then go to The Mumbles at night. We return Tuesday for dinner with a family friend.
I’m having the time of my life and it’s only Day 2. This is a good sign.