I managed forty-seven days of not being homesick, then it hit me. Writing a letter to my father was not as easy as I originally imagined. I have a few more weeks left (and by a few I mean eight) then homeward bound. Just like Shadow, Chance and Sassy I will run to my home like I thought I would never make it.
a song: Homesick - Kings of Convenience
London is beautiful and keeping my mind off home. I spent the past couple of days...
walking through the most luscious parks you have ever seen:
watching and listening to the locals:
hanging from gates at Buckingham palace:
walking where the Beatles once were:
admiring school children:
running through platforms:
picnicking in the park (with ellie and pigions):
happening upon naked bicycle riders (except thank goodness these ones are clothed):
shopping the market of Portobello while
listening to supporting local mucisians:
admiring the incredible houses:
and the cars:
meandering over and under bridges,
and taking pictures to remember everything that I love.
Not pictured is the tour of old London learning of the unknown man referred to as Jack the Ripper and his gruesome murders. and all of the eclectic European shops you won’t find in America.