Today was a long day, considering yesterday never really ended for me. My flight got in early, pulling into London Heathrow at 4:52AM. I tried to stay positive saying, oh good this way I can call my parents they'll still be awake, and I can watch the sun rise. Turns out the sun didn't rise until like 8:30. And set today before 5. Depressing & dim.
My ride to the airport was awkward and the driver had a radio station that said something like, "Here in London you would never talk to your neighbor, even if they can give advice or tips" this will come in handy later...
Walking around Kensington in the early morning was quiet, but crowded. No one honked, talked, made phone calls, they just put their headphones in and walked. I could hear the sound of my breath as I tried to keep warm.
I dropped into a Starbucks for Wifi to look at a map. I also have to admit that seeing a Starbucks was probably one of the more comforting things to see in an unknown city. That was my trick venturing around NYC, I would just stop in a Starbucks and regroup and figure out where I was going while sipping on my favorite drink.
So, 10 minutes later I decided that Starbucks sucks here. It didn't taste anything like lattes or mistos from home, and it was honestly depressing. I drank it anyway because the pounds to dollar conversion made me cringe and I wasn't about to let that go to waste.
I decided to buy an unlimited monthly pass and familiarize myself with the tube stations. The tube reminds me a lot of the subway in NYC, and even the L in Chicago. Only difference? No one talked. Silence, once again.
THINGS I ADMIT:
The driver was waiting with my name on a board and I felt really cool.
I wish people would talk more.
Children dress impeccable.
I wish I had a British Accent.
I feel stupid without one.
Starbucks sucks. Coffee in general sucks. Tea time?
Extreme sleep deprivation makes you run into walls, corners, people, dribble water down your shirt during lunch (more like midnight snack), and I miss my boyfriend a lot.
Regarding street style: I'm pretty sure if you wore yoga pants or workout shoes on the tube, people would spit on you.
XO wish me luck
My ride to the airport was awkward and the driver had a radio station that said something like, "Here in London you would never talk to your neighbor, even if they can give advice or tips" this will come in handy later...
Walking around Kensington in the early morning was quiet, but crowded. No one honked, talked, made phone calls, they just put their headphones in and walked. I could hear the sound of my breath as I tried to keep warm.
I dropped into a Starbucks for Wifi to look at a map. I also have to admit that seeing a Starbucks was probably one of the more comforting things to see in an unknown city. That was my trick venturing around NYC, I would just stop in a Starbucks and regroup and figure out where I was going while sipping on my favorite drink.
So, 10 minutes later I decided that Starbucks sucks here. It didn't taste anything like lattes or mistos from home, and it was honestly depressing. I drank it anyway because the pounds to dollar conversion made me cringe and I wasn't about to let that go to waste.
I decided to buy an unlimited monthly pass and familiarize myself with the tube stations. The tube reminds me a lot of the subway in NYC, and even the L in Chicago. Only difference? No one talked. Silence, once again.
THINGS I ADMIT:
The driver was waiting with my name on a board and I felt really cool.
I wish people would talk more.
Children dress impeccable.
I wish I had a British Accent.
I feel stupid without one.
Starbucks sucks. Coffee in general sucks. Tea time?
Extreme sleep deprivation makes you run into walls, corners, people, dribble water down your shirt during lunch (more like midnight snack), and I miss my boyfriend a lot.
Regarding street style: I'm pretty sure if you wore yoga pants or workout shoes on the tube, people would spit on you.
XO wish me luck