Woke up in London yesterday, found myself in the city, near Piccadilly; don't really know how I got here. I've got some pictures on my phone...Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want.
We're young enough to say 'Oh, this has gotta be the good life.'
I say, 'Oh, got this feeling that you can't fight', like the city is on fire tonight. This could really be a good life.
To my friends in Cali, I say hello. My friends in VA, they don't know where I've been for the past few months or so: Paris to Poland, to Colorado
This weekend reminded me that there is always beauty within the drizzle.I journeyed to London Victoria by bus, it was windy and a little bit snowy and a little bit rainy. But honestly, I was too excited to care. I jumped off the bus and found my way across the street to Josh and Renée.
#OhHey awesome friends in another country.
We walked through the streets, trying unsuccessfully to find Josh's favorite pub and Mozart's Terrace. But we found an Indian restaurant instead and laughed while assuring the owner that no, we didn't want meat on this Friday in Lent.
We traipsed through the streets, snow swirling around us, and laughed over the most minuscule things.
As I sat in a pub drinking beer (#ohhey I'm legal here), there was peace within the chaos of the talking, friendship at the table in the back, and deep conversation amidst the frivolity of pub life.
The next day, we set out to see everything and anything London-y. Of course, that meant going to the World's End neighborhood. And drinking English Breakfast tea in the Victoria Station while eating tuna sandwiches, oranges, and caramel-filled Cadbury eggs, at 10 in the morning. And seeing the Colossal Foot and Sir Robert Smirke's bust at the British Museum. And poring over an old French book for 15 minutes instead of looking at the description. And holding ancient stone knives. And of course, that also meant going to Ben's Cookies and seeing where My Fair Lady took place, and yes, I did eat fish and chips.
|Ben's Cookies are the greatest food since sliced bread.*|
*photo is lovingly stolen from Renée.
Cooking with friends is one of my favorite experiences ever. Because you're working together towards the same simple goal, and somehow, that puts you in a frame of mind to have very neat conversations. Don't ask me how it works, but it does.
#OhHey I've missed this.
Good food and drink also bring people together like no other. The hours flew past from 8 to 9 to 11, and we sat, covering everything from adventure stories to classes to Lent to the meaning of life.
#OhHey we're so deep.
Saying goodbyes is never fun. But hidden within a goodbye is always the promise of see-you-later. Saturday night and Sunday morning were full of see-you-laters.
And that is a beautiful thing.