London, London, London
Jun. 28th, 2010 03:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
siamesa Today we have seen: double decker bus rides, Trafalgar Square, lots and lots of historic buildings from the outside, the best porridge I have ever had, a neighbor's cat out hunting pigeons, and an authentic-type pub.
Soon we must see: The Tower, the National Portrait gallery, Madame Tussaud's, Sammy, more yummy food, and a boat ride on the Thames.
Notes:
I am sharing a room with my sister. This is not very fun at all. She stays up hours later than I do, is even grumpier than I am in the mornings, and has no sense of "this messes to hell with my OCD, stop leaving your dirty stuff everywhere before I completely freak again." Why yes, there was an incident.
We genuinely have wireless here, but I have to kind of hunt for it.
We only have two English plug converters, and Sister has taken one of them hostage.
Nowhere here has screens. Why does noone in Europe have screens?
I keep being gripped by this feeling that "I AM IN LONDON." It is even stronger than the feelings from the previous two cities, and probably has a lot to do with my British history obsession. I may collapse into a trembling mush when we actually go to the tower.
It is very nice to no longer have to try to translate menus for my family whilst the poor waiter looks on.
Speaking of "whilst," signs here keep using that word.
Soon we must see: The Tower, the National Portrait gallery, Madame Tussaud's, Sammy, more yummy food, and a boat ride on the Thames.
Notes:
I am sharing a room with my sister. This is not very fun at all. She stays up hours later than I do, is even grumpier than I am in the mornings, and has no sense of "this messes to hell with my OCD, stop leaving your dirty stuff everywhere before I completely freak again." Why yes, there was an incident.
We genuinely have wireless here, but I have to kind of hunt for it.
We only have two English plug converters, and Sister has taken one of them hostage.
Nowhere here has screens. Why does noone in Europe have screens?
I keep being gripped by this feeling that "I AM IN LONDON." It is even stronger than the feelings from the previous two cities, and probably has a lot to do with my British history obsession. I may collapse into a trembling mush when we actually go to the tower.
It is very nice to no longer have to try to translate menus for my family whilst the poor waiter looks on.
Speaking of "whilst," signs here keep using that word.
