British money is pretty. Pounds and pence and sense.

Wow. So long ago. I haven't talked to you in a while. Hi.

(Translating a story into Spanish right now. I totally thought I had to translate that top line. Haha.)

I've decided, that I really don't like being the main subject of someone's blog post :/ You know you're bad when...
Especially not if it's not happy.
God grant me the ability to create peace and happiness.

So.
I went to London. And came back almost a week ago from tomorrow. Wow. That's so crazy.

I feel somewhat obligated to write a post about it, but I haven't had any time or will.
Just like putting up pictures. Ut oh. haha.

That place is amazing. As I've been saying, I could definitely and seriously and easily live there. It's like, a country city. And so hipster and wonderful and romantic and exciting. Ahhh. So much love. It's just the unexpected atmosphere of the place. Something warming inside.
The food is quite...bland and flavorless, compared to American food. It's so natural. Some of it is better, some of it...not so much. I recommend Pret a Manger for sammichs and nice things and for rainy days and NOT Garfunkel's, unless you're in the mood for a chapstick flavored smoothie or an omelette that looks like a large, tan, kinda wrinkly burger. Ha...

And the people have so much class. I feel like even the hobos dress well.
And it doesn't have smog. Or dirt roads. Or toooooo many cobblestoned areas. Just to let you know ;)
And no horse and buggies. But I did see some cool mounted police.
The police wear those distinctively British police hats. For real.
And telephone booths really are red. Haha.

And British accents are easy to get used to. But not to understand all the time.

There's something fabulous about going to an extraordinarily fabulous place for a week to escape from life and school and stress and bad things. And going with good people. And structured reasons.
I marched in the real life London New Year's Day parade. For real. :)

So much to see, so much to do, so much to tell.
I mean. You know all the history stuff.
Big Ben isn't as tall in real life as you think.
St. Paul's isn't as scary to climb as they say. But still.
The London Eye is tall. It could compare to me ;)
Windsor Castle is magnificent. It feels like a real castle.
So does the Tower of London.
Westminster Abbey might have been my favorite place we went to. If I haveeeeeeeee to pick under life or death conditions. It was extraordinarily powerful.
Trafalgar Square might also be argued as my favorite. I like that tall, pointy monument :) To Lord Nelson, that lovely war hero or whatnot :)
Oh gosh. Yeah.
London is so...English.

God save the Queen. Forever and ever and ever.
Also, bring a portable trash receptor. There are no trash cans.
Anywhere.