london's redemption

3.6.10

4,421 miles... would you have walked that far Vanessa Carlton? what? ha lets just say the first British accent Logan and I heard (which was from the customs officer who stamped our passports) literally almost made us hit the floor. We made it a few steps until we straight giggled until she wet her pants and I had tears streaming down my face. rewinddddd let me start at the beginning, so when Log and I were boarding the plane, we realized we didn't even know where we were supposed to go after we got to heathrow. Sooo, our mom's had to google search the name of the place we were staying and get us directions... so much for being organized or prepared- whoops! By the time I set foot in London I hadn't slept a wink from scouring the travel books and notes my mom had drawn out for me all night on the plane. At this point I have to be honest, my entire mind was still consumed by the somewhat unjustified fear of being trafficked. I swear every shady dude I saw, I thought was a trafficker and was ready to throat punch a homie if he even looked at me and Log. Regardless we found our hostel *ahem* hotel (HA!) and checked in, then walked all over Russell Square and Covent Gardens. We found a hip green market in Brunswick Square and talked to Turkish boys selling olives, the one made sure to inform us that the market would close promptly at six, not sex. Good joke, I thought anyway. We shmoozed 2 free Churros from a british latino which still throws me everytime people who look anything but English talk with a British accent. side note: London has a great organic game, everything here is au naturale and there is so much awareness of FAIR TRADE. loveee that! Sooo I started this day as a determined 1, and ended at a thrilled 9.5. We got a nasty free dinner from our tour group and Logan and I are freezing but I am lovingggg London so far. After dinner, Log and I went down to the pub to get a hot chocolate and two Italian men were tryin to hit on us. One was already so smashed that he couldn't remember his English so his friend kept trying to translate. Two younger British boys watched shaking their heads from a few feet away. Log and I were sure they would try to come rescue us after the Italian Stallions were getting too friendly and the drunk one even kissed my arm and logan's hair (ha!) when we finally shook the shadeballs Log called out the Brits for leavin us hangin and all they had to say was "that WAS awkward" ummm FAIL! wrappin it up: our hotel is weird, our travel group is weirder but Logan and I are rockstars and ready own London. awwwww yeaaaahhhh giRLLL