Thursday, October 26, 2006

Leaving on a jet plane...

Don't know when I'll be back again...

Wow. It's 3:15 in the morning at University of Westminster, Harrow Campus, London, England and I am trying to squeeze out a few more conscious, waking moments here to savor being on this side of the Atlantic.

London is magical. London is the kind of place that songs and stories are written about, and so I feel it's only right for me to try and dwell in what minutes - what moments I have left here so that perhaps some day I can write my own story about London.

Or at the very least, I'll have some great stories to tell the grand kids someday.

Tut tut, as D Money would say.

I have had an incredible time. I've sipped on single malt scotch in Scotland, and I had the most fantastic experience of getting my picture snapped as I walked the "zebra crossing" at Abbey Road - yes, THE Abbey Road. Just like the album cover.

I could go on and on about all the amazing things to see and and experience in this town, on this thrilling, enriching, thought provoking island that is Great Britain.

But mostly it's about the people. People from all over. People like the woman I had a fascinating conversation with about apartheid in South Africa, people like the guy whom I listened to an Ipod with to really hear what Russian pop music sounds like. People whom I should have met far earlier in my trip because they were wonderful, and I felt like I only got to scratch the surface of who they are.

I'll tell so much more when I can get home and do cool stuff with my pictures, etc.

In the meantime, I am looking forward to coming home to a place where there's a garbage can on every corner, there's a clock in every major building, venue, etc. and a place where the beer is super cold.

Yes, there are trade offs for enjoying one of the cultural meccas of the globe.

Cheers and much love,
Kate the Great

1 comment:

Denae said...

I do miss the cold beer. Even though they have signs that say "extra cold." The beer is extra luke warm.