LONDON - THE NIGHT

I'm not going to go into detail about the night but it was very reminiscent of the other time I got food poisoning. I finally passed out about five in the morning due to exhaustion. The second day of London was gone, I barely made it to the store to buy some Gatorade let alone go and check out the city. I guess I'll have to learn London on some other trip. I should come back though, even if I never really liked the place, which is strange for me since I love architecture and the old world and always feel as if I'm home when I find myself in those places. I'm sure that being sick didn't help but there was something askew with me from the get go. I can't put a finger on it and maybe I never will. I'll just chalk it up to being a bad first date but here, in London, I never felt so much as a stranger in a foreign land as I did here, and they speak almost the same language as I do. Oh well, off to France. I wonder what kind of English they speak there?

PS - Meredith and Ray did take me to an underground Belgium restaurant and we did have a nice time with all things considering so, thank you guys for letting me stay and for taking me out. Cheers.