Being British (for a weekend)

After falling in love with Paris I was off to the next adventure, England. It had been a year since I was in America and I was looking forward to being in an English speaking country. Even better, I was going to see my friend Jacob again. Yeah Jacob, the brit from team Okayama. It had also been a year since I saw his pretty face.

 Once I arrived in London Jacob escorted me to London’s finest Mexican restaurant. A member of our dinner party had a family member on the Mexican Olympic team and the Mexican news was there to interview her. Jacob and I were feeling festive  while wearing a sombrero and mustaches so the news crew were more than happy to get a few clips of us wishing the Mexican Olympic team well.

 The next day we wandered around London to take in the sights. Our friend Manami had just moved from Okayama to London so the Okayama reunion took on a new member. Team Okayama went to the sights and nearby pubs, rode bikes, and had some general debauchery.

 Although I was in the city during the olympics we didn’t see any of the events in person. We pretended to attend woman’s volleyball, when in reality, we just watching it on a giant screen in a park. Technically I could say I watched the Olympics in London, I just didn’t attend the actual event. (small detail)

obviously an olympic mascot photoshoot was necessary

When London had enough of us we went back to Jacob’s town on the southeast coast. It was nice to see the country outside of London and slow down a bit after so much touristing. I took the boat from England to Hoek van Holland, a much better way to travel than overnight bus. I also sat next to a guy that was a dancer in the opening ceremonies. awesome.


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