Friday, January 28, 2011


Sunday morning I took an early morning train ride across the pond. London was calling me and with its great shops, beautiful weather and love for pork gelatine I was eager to arrive.

After deciding I was too old for youth hostels, the trusty Ibis did me well. Almost made me reminisce on the good times of being a hotel receptionist, but shook that feeling pretty quick.

No concrete plans meant I was free as a bird to wander, to eat and just be merry!

1 comment:

  1. oh the pork gelatine. you and yr percy pigs and pals... so gross.