Such a lovely day. From darkness (and bomb evacuations) to sunny days filled with friends from Minnesota (So so so lovely to see you), adventures on the underground, and the nicest auntie, uncle and cousins anyone could be blessed with.
In all honesty, it is a rare person who will buy me my favorite snack of mozzarella cheese, dark (dark dark) chocolate and a pink lady apple. And an economist magazine for some laughs (you thought it was a business magazine? Wrong. The humor is dry, but it is on every page in a euphemistic, cynical, arid way. Learning about the world was never this much fun).
To briefly explain the wondrousness of this snack.
Once upon a time, I was being spontaneous and listening to the calling of my soul (and wherever my deeply susceptible to advertising nature took me). Something deep in my stomach told me that I needed something savory, something bitter and something tart.
Don't ask. The best things on earth aren't things, they are facts. It is a fact that this is the best snack in the world. Incredibly tasty, je vous promets.
Was practicing my british accent. To blatantly and vicariously brag, it was pronounced nearly flawless. By real british people. I need some work, as I do well when reading texts, but not talking spontaneously. Still... it's a start.
ALSO: French is useful. Was wandering around Bloomsbury (if you don't know where this is in London, don't worry, I don't really either) with said Minnesooootan friend. We got stopped by a family who was lost and unfortunately didn't speak english. When they started speaking in french to each other, I introduced myself very excitedly as a fellow french speaker. I gave very complicated directions to the bank they were looking for, and was asked where in France I was from.
The sincerity of the question made my day.
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