last night there occurred a moment of pure ecstasy. on our way back from an nyu social event at smithy's bar, a torrential downpour snuck out from behind
the clouds and enveloped me in the epitome of pure london-ness. words cannot express the feeling of love that overcame me while i ran through the narrow winding streets and alleys past hundreds of brits sitting in the pubs, all warm and cozy, sipping their cider. once i reached NIDO, what my friends thought was a beacon of salvation (and dryness), i stood outside, arms opened wide, looking up at the sky, thanking God for letting me have this life-changing/enriching experience that i'll remember for the rest of my life.
okay, so enough of the sappy stuff. today was a "half day guided panoramic coach tour of London" and when they said half day, they meant it. 4 hours with an extremely energetic british woman (who knew anything and EVERYTHING about London) and her secret-lover-man-bus-driver Keith. after seeing buckingham palace, the tower bridge, the tower of london, big ben (and i don't mean the egotistic, bigheaded steelers quarterback), and st paul's cathedral, we sloooowly traveled down sloane st, drooling over the gorgeous, untouchable clothing items. and that brings me back to my lovely cup of cranberry, raspberry & elderflower tea.in conclusion, i have found true love in london. love of the dim-lit pubs, energetic british-speaking tour guides, parliament buildings(...), tripping on cobblestone streets, rusty park benches, bent over trees, running through pouring down rain in suede boots, smokey stoops, and bad british food. i could get used to this.
(picture 1: the sexy girls after the rain; courtesy of laura)
(picture 2: dome of st. paul's cathedral; courtesy of me)
