wearing denim makes you 100% American

( i love London more than this kid likes his ice cream... believe ittt)

3.7.10

As Big Ben was striking the hour and I was standing in the majestic shadows of the House of Parliament with Winston's menacing trenchcoat glare hovering over me watchfully, I felt indescribably content. Its beyond me. I know there are places all over the world that send yours and others' heart beats into a rising tempo of an ER gone circus. But somehow instilled in me from birth was the jazzy fizzle I get from London. the breezeway from my eyeballs to my memory bank is a literal sponge. Me and Log took pictures but it doesn't do this town justice. I got a feva baby, and the only prescription for it is more London. so hit me with an umbrella Ms. Poppins, lets fly this joint. Navigating the concrete jungle of polished prestige I am amazed at how not even the tourists look commercially tacky. Europe is purely refined and nothing less. It makes me want to change my typical regiment of a bikini and flips for mile high stilettos a trench coat, leather gloves, and sleek sunglasses... but only for a second. Me and Log are the renegade rebels of our travel group and while they left for organized bus tours we scavenged the city. We are in love with this city and I would walk my legs off for its sake. side note- you know how the slang in America for our dollars is "bucks"? I keep wondering what the slang for England's "pounds" and "pence" would be... just sayin I am so thankful for legwarmers, my mom's mittens, and my sister's cashmere scarf, otherwise i am HATING my denim coat... I feel like I might as well wear an American flag for a coat... its so funny. Here is our tallies in the "w" column: West Minster Abbey, House of Parliament, House of the Calvaryguards, St. James' Park, Trafalgar Square, St. Martin-in-the-fields, brass rubs, Notting Hill, Portabello Road Market (got some greaaat antique finds and some BANKSY art- YES!) Picadilly Circus (had a God conversation with a buddhist currency exchanger named Cham) Knightsbridge, Harrods, Leicester Square, WAterloo (got dinner for a bum outside the station) Sitting here typing this my legs presently have an electric current running through them and the thoughts in my head are coming with a strong British accent. London is already needled on my heart, maybe I'll get a memoir tattooed on my skin... I'm wiped so I am spelling everything wrong because I'm seeing double, but I'll sleep when I'm dead, there is sooooo much more to cover for tomorrow CHEEEEEERRRS!