I'm new to this blogging deal so I'm not entirely sure how I'm supposed to do this. Do I write like I know people are reading it or do a journal-type thing? I don't know, so here goes...
We're in London, day two. Day one doesn't really count though because we spent most of it sleeping. We're still pretty jetlagged and twice we've tried to lay down for "nap" and slept for hours and hours. We figure that at least sleeping is the only thing in London that's cheap, because nothing else is. Multiplying the cost of everything (already high) by 2.4 to convert to pounds is a really big buzzkill. The only London things we've done so far are ride a double-decker bus and go to Buckingham Palace, which I wasn't altogether impressed by. I expected a big grand lawn and all that but it didn't have one. Actually I had to ask a police officer (who had a machine gun and three rifles, by the way) if it was Buckingham Palace at all, which probably seemed really stupid. But then a guy wearing a Texas Longhorns shirt and a Texas something-or-other hat asked us in a Texan drawl if we knew where the Hard Rock Cafe was...Then I didn't feel as stupid. If it doesn't sound like I'm altogether impressed with London, I actually am. It's really beautiful and quaint. I wish we were spending more time here.
Today was supposed to be our crazy all-London day but we accidentally slept until noon (Ativan is nothing to kid around with, we've learned) so tomorrow is going to be it. Then we're off to Portugal tomorrow night.
It's day two, Kristine is still here and has no obvious intention of leaving, which already makes her the best person I've ever been to Europe with.
I know I'm probably not supposed to sign off of these post things, but it feels wrong not to, so I'm going to every time as if it's a letter.
Love,
Chelsea
