I'm just a little jungle girl in the big city. Or at least that's how I feel right now. Today is my 5th day in London. So far it's been a mixture of good and bad feelings. I spent two days wander down Portobello Road in the market that was featured in the movie Notting Hill. It's not quite as glamorous as they show it in the film, but I think I like it in the real world much better anyway. On the weekends the streets are covered with booths filled with vintage clothing, cool t-shirts, antiques, scarves and funky fedoras. So much stuff I couldn't figure out how to spend my money. I wandered into a little cafe along the way and wound up sitting for two hours talking to the owner and some young guy whose family has had a fruit stand at the market on Portobello Road for like 100 years or something like that. He kept complaining about market life and the area and the people. I told him he should see the shitty town where I grew up in New Mexico. He would never complain again. I got lucky a few times meeting new people who would stop and chat and smile for a bit. But for the most part, like my friends said, Londoners are not a friendly bunch.
My work exchange has not quite panned out, and yesterday the woman asked me to leave. Friday night I went out with some friends and stayed out until 4:00 am. I stayed over at those friends house but wound up leaving early to go back home and try and sleep. I got back to the place where I was staying around 9 and fell asleep until 2. I don't think an atomic bomb could have woken me from that sleep. But apparently Angella didn't approve and said she felt really uncomfortable walking around her house while I was sleeping. I wonder, what would you expect from a 25 year old woman staying in London for the first time? Is it unfair of me to come and stay in a strangers house and want to go out and see the sights and enjoy myself and have a good time? I guess next time I know not to stay with old fuddy duddies.
My first night out in London was cool. I have officially been to my first English pub. Apparently, on Friday evenings there in not much of a rush hour because everbody is standing on the streets outside the pubs with a brew or two in hand getting shitfaced. I spent the evening in the company of my Spanish friend who introduced me to his friends from Venezuela, Brazil, and Argentina. Oh how I have missed my latinos!!! I felt quite at home rambling in Spanish on the street as the Brazilian and the Argentine took turns insulting each other's countries. In the span on the night we visited many a pub, one in particular called The Cock, where nobody could stop giggling at the name for more than 5 minutes. After The Cock, I wound up in a cab with 3 other people who have been in Puerto Viejo and we headed to East London where we began the search for a club that offered some reggae music. I pulled out the Iphone and we bobbed our heads some some Collie Budz and reminisced about the Caribbean. I have to say that for all the places in the world that I have been so far, there isn't one club that I've been to that can top Johnny's.
I've gotten lost twice in London now since apparently the weekends are a good time to cancel trains and I've been stuck in the Tube station, coming out the mouth of some random stop wondering where the hell I am and what to do next. The buses are a complete mystery to me and when I went into a coffee shop to ask if someone could give me the number for a taxi, they looked at me like I was a complete and total idiot. I have to say that I am dissapointed in the people of this city. I know much more about Costa Rica than they do about their area of the city. And people here really aren't helpful at all. I guess that's their karma. But even Angella was like, "Well, you wouldn't really go into a coffee shop to ask for directions, now would you?!" Sorry, I didn't know there was an etiquette for direction asking especially since I'M FUCKING LOST!!!
My work exchange has not quite panned out, and yesterday the woman asked me to leave. Friday night I went out with some friends and stayed out until 4:00 am. I stayed over at those friends house but wound up leaving early to go back home and try and sleep. I got back to the place where I was staying around 9 and fell asleep until 2. I don't think an atomic bomb could have woken me from that sleep. But apparently Angella didn't approve and said she felt really uncomfortable walking around her house while I was sleeping. I wonder, what would you expect from a 25 year old woman staying in London for the first time? Is it unfair of me to come and stay in a strangers house and want to go out and see the sights and enjoy myself and have a good time? I guess next time I know not to stay with old fuddy duddies.
My first night out in London was cool. I have officially been to my first English pub. Apparently, on Friday evenings there in not much of a rush hour because everbody is standing on the streets outside the pubs with a brew or two in hand getting shitfaced. I spent the evening in the company of my Spanish friend who introduced me to his friends from Venezuela, Brazil, and Argentina. Oh how I have missed my latinos!!! I felt quite at home rambling in Spanish on the street as the Brazilian and the Argentine took turns insulting each other's countries. In the span on the night we visited many a pub, one in particular called The Cock, where nobody could stop giggling at the name for more than 5 minutes. After The Cock, I wound up in a cab with 3 other people who have been in Puerto Viejo and we headed to East London where we began the search for a club that offered some reggae music. I pulled out the Iphone and we bobbed our heads some some Collie Budz and reminisced about the Caribbean. I have to say that for all the places in the world that I have been so far, there isn't one club that I've been to that can top Johnny's.
I've gotten lost twice in London now since apparently the weekends are a good time to cancel trains and I've been stuck in the Tube station, coming out the mouth of some random stop wondering where the hell I am and what to do next. The buses are a complete mystery to me and when I went into a coffee shop to ask if someone could give me the number for a taxi, they looked at me like I was a complete and total idiot. I have to say that I am dissapointed in the people of this city. I know much more about Costa Rica than they do about their area of the city. And people here really aren't helpful at all. I guess that's their karma. But even Angella was like, "Well, you wouldn't really go into a coffee shop to ask for directions, now would you?!" Sorry, I didn't know there was an etiquette for direction asking especially since I'M FUCKING LOST!!!
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