SOMEWHERE BETWEEN LONDON AND CHICAGO
16:00 (London time)
Didn't do much in London yesterday; didn't have time. Sat in Kensington Park for a while, watching kids playing soccer and commenting on the people going by. Monaca and I have started making up life stories for everyone we see. It's quite amusing--to us, at least. Probably wouldn't be to the people if they knew.
Went to a pub last night. Laughed at some people and were creeped out by others. Spoke French with the flirty, French, full-of-himself bartender. (Like the alliteration?)
Sad to be going home. Can't wait to see Steve, Jackson, and my friends, though.
It's been an extraordinary experience.