This is the first time I've had the chance to breathe this week. Has it been hectic? Yes.
Monday I flew from Glasgow Prestwick to London Stanstead after waking up at 4:00 a.m. to catch the bus that was full because of a bank holiday. That night I saw wicked with Hayley. Tuesday I stayed in the posh Hoxton Hotel near the Old Street tube station. Tuesday night I was ever-so-fortunate enough to see BFI's screening of "The Shining" in a cinema right off the Thames River. A midnight walk through Trafalgar Square with warm hands, lesbians, no lion-sitting and a desire to pause time. Wednesday I spent 26 hours traveling, hooray for flying backwards in time. London to LAX. A quick pause in L.A. with my 10:00 p.m. arrival allowed me to spend some time with my dear friends. Back at LAX at 8 a.m. on Thursday morning flying back to SLC to start work at 2. And I've worked every day since.
Never mind all of the walking around cities, riding tube trains and museums I did in between these notable events -- I couldn't stop. I managed to fit about three months worth of memories in to my 17 day vacation. It's so grandiose in my mind, it's almost disappointing to relive it through my pictures. I've promised to put up some galleries, and I will.
London drips with culture. It oozes metropolitan. It pollutes your lungs and captures your soul. I could live in London ... if only I could do it legally. At first I thought it was just jet lag that made my heart yearn for the U.K.
I'm not so sure of that anymore.
Oh, and while on vacation I accepted a job offer as a reporter working for the Orange County Register. I'll be out of Utah by the end of the month.
