I’m am back from my trip and there is so much to talk about.  Let’s just start with; Holy Fuck…what a city!
I’ve been to many cities in my travels and I have never experienced anything quite like London.
Landing in Heathrow by myself was something I was certain would throw me into an anxiety attack tail spin, but after 13 hours in flight I think my body decided to give me a break and just let it be for once.  The trick with flying internationally into an airport you don’t know…just follow the crowd.   The crowd and cool Underground (the tube) signs sent me to the right location where I found my half sister I had never met.  That’s another story, no time for that today.   She had been to London once before so she gave me the lowdown on the Underground and off we went.

The first day of taking the underground was a lot of me looking at the map, taking pictures of the map, asking my sister “you sure this is the right one?” to which she said, “if it’s not, we get off and get on another.”  I had planned on kinda getting some sleep when we got into London, but didn’t factor in the fact that the hotel wouldn’t allow us in until  after 2pm.  We dropped off our luggage and honestly that first few hours were a blur.  I was exhausted because I am one of those people that can’t sleep on a plane, so I decided to just jack my system up on coffee.  HOLY FUCK…the coffee was unbelievable!
Now I know when I went to Ireland and I tried to explain that shit tasted different over there and no one back in America would believe me…unless of course they had left this country and tried out another for size.   The coffee…they did something right at every single shop, Pret a Manger, lounge in the airport.   The pastries are something I could write about for about 3 days and still not be able to describe.

After trying not to lick the latte mug before we headed out to the British Musuem I was oblivious to