All hail the Queen....

Ugh...

I'm in London (that's not the ugh part) but in order for me to have arrived here, I had to get up at 3:45am London time and get my ass on a shuttle bus, fly 2.5 hours, train for 45min, underground for another 10min, then walk to my "hostel".

Let me catch you a little up to speed since our last post.

Hit that pub crawl.... managed to bounce off the sidewalk. Yes, bounce. Not fall, not trip, not go down and then clamour up but bounce. I'm walking along, chatting with a fellow, holding my drink because apparently you can just take them from the bar and well, my drunk shuffle worked against me causing me to stumble down HARD onto my left knee. You know, the one I took out with the metal piling back in Valencia? Anwyays, faster then I went down, I hopped back up to realize I was in searing pain. After some assessment by Sam & I, it is decided that it does not affect my drinking arm and that yes, I can keep going but sans drinking cuz well, I'm a mess.

Anyways, I punched through... and managed to stay up ALL night long (story to follow in person). Then hit the Sistine Chapel. OH MY GOD... that is zooey.. I got there later in the day and the masses of people do not allow you to stand still and view things but rather you are pushed through. I never really got a chance to look at Rapheal's work too long but I did have a chance to admire the Chapel. Sam and I rounded out our Rome experience with a dinner on the Piazza and I decided right there that I never wanted to leave. I totally came to Rome thinking it was going to be crap & I LOVED IT. I loved it the way I loved New York. I love the chaos of it, the business, how there are so many nationalities in one place and that you really do feel like you are in the centre of it all. So I was sitting on the edge of a cafe, enjoying the sights, listening to background music and it's a little bit warm.... I just wanted to freeze that moment there... but unfortnately, time marches on.

So now I'm in London. It's kinda dreary here and the people in my hostel are weird. But i think that of every place I stay but these ones are as the 3 people in my room are currently living there I got Lucas from France, he's looking for a job, and Italian girl who always looks confused and "Tom". I put it in brackets because when I first showed up he kept trying to make eye contact with me to smile but after my trek i wasn't in the mood and then later he held the door open and told me his name... he seems extra sensitive... OK so I'm being politically correct. Talk to me in person & I'll really let you know.

Anyways... I have finally bought my pair of slutty European shoes and managed to find a store that I love so tommorrow I'm going to do some damage to my credit rating (i mean card!)So I'm off to search for some dinner... I found my new book to read (i've torn through 3 whilst being here) but I'm reading the Stand by Stephen King... if you know the book, you'd know how big it is.. now add a couple hundred pages as I bought a version where he went back and added things he had previously edited out... Well, it should keep me occupied for the next few days & my long ass journey home.

TTFN!