Today’s blast from the (recent) past is from 2003 again. What can I say? It was a good year. I found a post from the long weekend I spent in London, exploring the city on my own. I feel like I see the city in such a different light, having lived there, but my opinion of London changed a lot even before that. By the visit I wrote about below, I was starting to like London for its quirks instead of the obvious attractions. The photo is of Soho Square, off Oxford Street (and home to Govinda’s restaurant) — I developed it myself in the hodge-podge darkroom we had in our house in Scotland.
18 April 2003
I’m not so sure that today is “Good” Friday. I can think of a few other adjectives that make more sense.
Bad Friday – The British Library is closed. All weekend. Lame. So not what Jesus would have wanted.
Weird Friday — The Southwark tube stop was completely empty when I got off the train. Everything was running, but there was nobody around. It’s a really weird station anyway — really big and space-agey and brand new-ish, but the only line it runs is the Jubilee.
Paul Friday– Paul plays his first London show of this tour tonight. It’s like London doesn’t even care. Are they too good for Paul?
Bad SpacebarFriday– How do Ialwayschoosethe computer with the gimp spacebar?
London is a very good place to go by yourself. We’ve had the best weather imaginable. It’s so weird, because when I was here over spring break, I was ducking into shops to get out of the cold. Yesterday, I was going inside to get out of the sun and into the air conditioning.
I went to The Lion King last night. It really is as good as everybody’s been saying all these years. It made me feel like I was thirteen again. Let’s see. . . I had a donut for the first time in over a year! Govinda’s treats me right, yo. I’d move to London for the egg-free cakes alone. It was just a cake donut, not a raised donut, but it had lemon frosting and raspberry jam on top.
The hostel I’m staying in is twenty-seven times nicer than the one last time. It’s even twenty-three times better than the YHA hostel in Windermere. There are twelve of us in one room (twelve!) which seems like a lot, but once you get used to living with five other people in your room, another six really doesn’t make a difference. The beds are like funny boxes stacked up, but they’re comfortable, so it’s okay. The shower works, there are sinks in our room, and they serve tri-taters for breakfast. It’s really classy.
[Tomorrow will end my flashback week -- 2004! How'd it get to be five years ago already?]
These recent past posts have been fun to read. It makes missing you back then all worth it to know you had such wonderful adventures. I look forward to your last past post. Say THAT really fast!
xoxo