This day keeps going… and going… and going…

March 31^st 20:26 (8:26 pm London Time)

Ok, bad news – This felt like the longest day of my life. Pulling all-nighters in college is one thing, but when exploring a new country, that’s a whole different story. I’m quite sure I didn’t get more than 2 hours of sleep last night and I’m going to go take it up with the makers of Simply Sleep when I get back to the states. One good point however was I got a new pen at the internet café for 50 pence. Take that you money grubbing, expensive pen selling, airport gift shop commie jerks. But wait, I’m getting way ahead of myself.

I’d like to take a moment to thank London for welcoming us with open arms, and by open arms I mean, London Fog so thick we had to circle Heathrow for 20 minutes before we could land. But seriously, I don’t know if I would have wanted it any other way. I’m really not complaining, just illustrating. And I was incredibly excited for my first “spot of tea” on the airplane. I had Croissants, Yogurt, Orange Juice and two cups of Tea for breakfast.

But we did eventually land and walked the exceptionally long halls of the Heathrow terminals, I was excited about them being entirely lined with Conveyor Belts to get us out of there all the quicker. Intermittently, it was very slowly starting to sink in. First it was the accents, and it fully hit me when I stepped out the front door. We were in Europe. Another country, far-far away from home, and we had NO IDEA what we were doing. Josh and I stared in wonder at the tiny cars, black cabs, British People… and then turn right back around and went back into the airport.

We tried to make ourselves feel better about the whole thing by saying that we were just going to use one of the airport currency shops and look for a map, but we were only fooling ourselves. But really, our pocket full of US Presidents wasn’t really going to do us any good so we got that changed over right away (The exchange rate in an airport is horrible… comparable to that of it’s over-inflated pen prices.) Now that our pockets were weighed down with several Pounds (get it? Pounds? Like British Dollars, but it sounds like heavy… nevermind), we went on our first adventure: The Tube