God I love London. I simply have to move here someday. I am sitting in the flat of my dear friend Frankie, taking a short break from the bustling London streets. I arrived at an ungodly hour this morning, so I am feeling a bit tired, but just being here gives me new energy. If I had an EU passport I would move here in a second. There is just a vibe here that you just don’t find in sleepy Boston.
So if any of you dear readers are lovely british males who are looking for a fabulous American wife to spoil and be spoiled in return, do get in touch. I’ll share my citizenship if you share yours.
Frankie just gave me a glass of water and kindly informed me that this water (tap) has been through the body (someone’s body that is) 8 times. But still it is the best water she has ever tasted. Hmm. I’ll have to remember to pack my Britta filter when I move.
This is likely the last entry for the next several days since I will be working my ass off for this conference until I get back on Monday night. Cheerio!