Would you like some chichen with your gingle ale?

Helen and I discovered some AMAZING chinese food tonight in Camden Town. Well, ok....maybe discovered is a bad, or maybe more vague (?) term...we discovered a place to EAT said food, the food itself I am pretty sure was all things we had tasted before. So, London, you have some good chinese food. The best part being that the buffet's dessert display actually had a label on it with, I kid you not, the words "THE HAPPY SECTION" on it. I snickered. Which I realized, very quickly, actually sounded like I was about to sneeze on the food. So I forced that snicker back in. 

Also, in true form, there were some really amusing/amazing spelling errors....such as "gingle" ale (I'm assuming ginger ale?) and chichen. That makes the experience all come together in wonderfulness.

Yesterday, we hit an Italian restaurant just up the street from my hostel. Holy. Mother. Of. Crap. That place was astoundingly great. The home-y feel, the warmth, the lively staff, and the food....oh man. THE FOOD. It was a work of art. WORK. OF. ART. I almost didn't want to eat my meal it was so beautiful. However, hunger and biological necessity (ie, the requirement that I take in nourishment in order to maintain my cells along with oxygen and whatnot...) won over in the end and in it went.

London is making my stomach very happy. Thankfully, I walk around all the time. So my pants still fit. Sadly, the only other pair of jeans I brought has a broken zipper. Don't be fooled, I still wear them fly open and all - however, those are the days when long shirts are very necessary. Otherwise....if you stare in the right place at the right time you get to know the colour of my underwear - which if I were to pay attention, I may just tell you anyways. 

So. London is good. It's growing on me each day. The more places I see, the more I like it here. I'm sure eventually it will feel like home and I'll urbanize myself. Crowds still frighten me. AND moving to the city where there are stairs everywhere....and uneven sidewalks....and devilish tufts of grass....mean that I still fall down all the time. I'm essentially an embarrassing person to walk beside. Or dangerous, depending on whether or not you get in my way.

I hope I work tomorrow. Unemployment gets old really quickly.

-sarah