The Yellow Cardigan.

You know how that ONE time I was a wanna-be European?

Oh, you did?
 
Well heavens......you didn't think I was done talking about it, did you?

Oh wait. You did.


                        ......this is awkward.....


Forgive my bragging. (Lula, I know you are rolling your eyes this very moment.) But this was just too good not to document. And I can't have my super stellar travel partner thinking it wasn't the best leg of the entire journey yet. Because it was!

I can't even describe to you the feelings I had while watching my mom walk down the custom's terminal to the welcoming gate.  I had butterflies, like as if she was my sixth-grade boyfriend Charles Bourdon or something. It was weird. But I liked it.

London.


(I think about this orange scone & clotted cream often.)






Mumzio was game for everything. And she truly tested my walking endurance. Crazy woman.
-tea & the Enchanted Princess tour at Kensington Palace.
-a walk around Holland Park.
-Billy Elliot. (My favorite musical, I couldn't help but see it twice.)
-Harrods window shopping.
-the spots a local like myself only tries their best to avoid: Westminster Abbey, Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, etc.                          
                 Totally kidding by the way.
 -Tower of London.
-Burough Market.
-Mamma Mia (How appropriate. How CUTE!)
-the spots where even locals like to eat: Nandos, Paul Rhodes bakery....you get the idea.


And what would a tour of Lo-town be without saying goodbye to the place that made it all happen?
Goodbye sixty-something stair steps, one working shower, and creaky deaky floors. Goodbye bare minimum bunk bedding, breaded foods, and white alabaster skinned people. Goodbye wearing every outfit you were able to pack three times a week and having your professor walk into you sneaking a mid-night snack with no make-up on. Scary. But really, I will (AND DO) miss you.






...And that's Chapter One. I can't overwhelm my posterity now.