A Tourist for a Week

Okay, Okay. I know what you’re all thinking... she is never going to blog again. I promise that is not the case. My laptop just seemed to not be ready to make the leap across the pond (a little nervous of getting beat up at the airport... just my guess) Anyway, it got its way and is safely at Sony headquarters.  However, we will soon be reunited and the blogging will commence!! A huge relief for you all I know!!

Now, on to all the good stuff!!! First, you must know London is amazing. It has only been a week and I have fallen in love with the city. There is everything here. The breath-taking sights, the peaceful parks, the young, the old, the hipsters, and the posh.  Everyone should experience so many opposites in one place at one time. It makes you realize just how vast our world is. So, book that flight and come visit!!

There is no way possible to put into words the first week without this post turning into a book, so I will just hit the highlights. We were basically tourists this week. We took in the famous sights, got to know our neighbourhood (The Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea), carried our cameras, and scavenged around the town (FB Video... go watch.). Our neighbour, Roger, took us on walk around the Daniel House. He is 78, and he walked circles around all of us college students. His hardcore walking skills are not even the most impressive thing about Roger. He has a certain something that just makes him special. As we walked by the Holiday Inn (a huge building the colour of pencil lead), he asked us all to raise our fists in disgust. Just as we lowered them he whispered, “I hope they got that on camera!” It is just a certain something. You see.

Oh, what I must tell you about are the markets!! I have died... they are wonderful!! Portobello is an antique market (Notting Hills anyone?), and to say it is mint is an understatement. Seriously. Not to be overshadowed is Borough... a food market. Almost like a farmer’s market... but better. It is huge and every type of food is in one place. LOVE.  Camden is Camden. And no one can do Camden like Camden. Around every corner you see a hardcore Mohawk, a prepster in Oxfords (I do now own a pair... love love loveeeeee em.), and some skinny jeans. It is diversity. It is London.

This post must come to an end soon... you all need to do some homework or something. But, first let’s just chat a bit about the Lion King. Oh man. Fantastic. It was like the movie coming to life. You know how we would all go grab a lion and act out your favourite scene (I just can’t wait to be King... always my favourite) as a child. Yes, yes I know you did it. We all did. It was like that but ohhh so much better. The costumes. The voices. The music. It was simply wonderful.

Now really, I must go... homework for me too.