two days and counting

Back in January, when I was making a list of things I wanted to accomplish this year, visiting London was THE thing that had to be completed. I've been wanting to go for ages. I can trace it back to being a seven year old, watching Lady Diana Spencer marry Prince Charles, and most of my favorite bands and authors hail from England. I'm an unabashed Anglophile, but, for one reason or another, I never booked a trip. That yearning ends this year. So, being the overachiever/why not do this/I'm tired of waiting person that I am, I threw out the idea of going to England on holiday to a friend of mine over brunch a couple of months ago. Planning commenced, as did an hourly obsession to farecast to track flight info. 

Why London? It's the one place on the planet that I know I would feel right at home in, even though I've never set foot in the country before. You could parachute me into the middle of London, leave me to my own devices, and it wouldn't phase me. I'd blend in. I'd thrive. I'd develop an accent. It's where I should be. It's as simple as that.

So, two days from now, I board a plane bound for London. What's planned? Primal Scream. The Oxford/Cambridge Boat Race. Museums. Shopping. Food. The Tube. Black Cabs. A whole lot more. You can follow my adventures here.

Cheers!