Meeting my former lords

Hello! I write from a charming home in Kew Village, Richmond Borough, London. I'm here staying with the incorrigible David Mogilner, my freshman year roomate and London mapper extraordinaire. It's my first time among my colonizers, so I have decided to skip jetlag and fake it till I make it by sleeping when the Englishmen sleep and waking when the Englishmen wake. That has translated to 14 hours of sleep in the last 84 hours. But I feel like a million quid!

Of particular interest is the greenery in LDN. For such a crowded old world city, my adopted home has some breathing room, or, as Brannack would understate: "there is a little room to stretch out." Hyde Park and Richmond Park are wonderful breaks from the confusing hustle and bustle of the backwards/sideways hustle on London's lanes.

Also nice is all the free things I have been finding! The Tate modern is an amazing gallery! The British Museum - less so; I prefer my art to have color, and stolen ancient Greek artifacts just don't really get me going. No matter!

Tonight we venture again into the city for pizza and pubs. It shall be a smashing, shi-shi, posh experience, I am sure. Until next time!

p.s. so much sol in London. Not sure about the soul - can one really judge soul in five days? The Brits are excellent at understatement, however, which either indicates above-average cynicism or an incredible modesty on their part in the exposition of generous, soulful attributes.