i. LONDON

So, I have been in London since Wednesday afternoon.  One of the most devastating things happened, well I thought it was devastating, I dislocated my knee on the bus after the tube after my 18 hour mother of a flight. I had my backpack attached to me as well as a lot else. Naturally, I cried on the bus, but the British (or Londoners, to be fair) do not make any acknowledgement of this.  It really was just so bizarre.  Eventually I found my cousins place and felt right at home. And my knee is not that bad either... It might be a mind over matter thing. If so, it works, folks.
Yesterday was the first real day for me. I set off to Kensington to visit the Natural History Museum, V&A museum and the Science Museum.  It has been raining here, quite cold too, apparently it's like London's Monsoon... That's not quite accurate, but close enough I think since the rain came right through my umbrella.  But anyway, the museums were incredible, overwhelming and exhausting.  Matthew and Barney decided to join me at the Science museum, but we got a bit tired of it, so went to the all-famous Oxford Street via Piccadilly Circus.  It is bustling and beautiful in the city, worthy of ignoring your ego and taking the most photos you have ever taken (speaking of which, no photos coming up yet, but I will get a grip soon...).  It was SO cold so I splashed out on a jersey and socks... I know, the most obvious of items to pack. I decided to take the bus home, so I sat at the top in the front and saw so much, I even saw JFK's old London home...

Today was a bit of a different day since I woke up feeling quite ill. Thought I best ignore it though and head off to my most anticipated outing: the Tate Modern. To be honest, I wish I had gone when I felt better.  I rushed through there feeling less and less alive, and the thought of going back to Oxford Street made me feel quite jittery.  So I saw everything but took only one painting in, Monet's Water-Lilies.  I was moved to the point that my hair stood on end, it is majestic.  The most moving sight, however, was not in the Tate. It was St Paul's cathedral towering over the commerce district in its splendour.  Words really will never suffice. 
After getting airtime in Oxford Street, I headed back home to babysit and now I sit here, with the sun still up until 10pm thinking of what to do next.... Brave the rain and witness more history.... This is one of the most exciting places to be in.  It breeds energy.