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Dear Friends and Family,

AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Somebody pinch me now!….I can’t believe I am in London! OH MY GOD! Everything is so cool! Ok, I need to settle down and try to compose a letter that actually contain details and not just screaming and geeking!

After a very pleasant flight across the Atlantic (I have never been on board a plane full of very happy, boisterous people—mostly Irish, mostly drunk), I landed in London early in the morning and promptly got myself through customs and immigration with no hassle. Alex Valencia and his two kids, Jasmine and Greg were at the airport to pick me up. Despite not knowing how I look like, they were able to find me and welcome me to the UK...so I had to make a couple trips to the airport information counter and have them paged, but everything turned out well. (NOTE: it is advisable to send a picture of oneself to the host family especially if one is meeting them for the first time at the airport).

It is very unnerving how they drive on the wrong, no sorry, not wrong, but left...the British drive on the left side of the road. Sure, Bobby and BJ (sons of Alex as well) already had to grab me to safety because a car (size of a golf cart really; they drive very small cars here) was almost on my ass while crossing a street. But rest assured, I am safe and no visible scratches...so far. The Brits knowing that their driving system is a bit weird...no, take that back, their system is plain whacked; they at least are gracious enough to paint on the crosswalks the words “Look Left” and “Look Right”. Ha ha ha ha

So, two days in London and already I have been to see Buckingham Palace, Westminster Cathedral, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, The House of Parliament, 10 Downing Street, Harrods, Kensington Palace, the British Museum, Tower of London, Tower Bridge and St. Paul’s Cathedral. Phew...I am exhausted! But, I feel gr-grr-GREAT! I have also had the chance to use the tube or the underground. It’s a very simple and efficient system; very much like the Metro in DC or BART in SF, only the Tube is actually clean and the voice over the PA system has a really cute English accent...who would have guessed!? Ha ha ha...on the subject of accents, the kids over here amaze me...they are very well spoken and very polite. They use big words and they hardly swear or curse...well, they could be cursing but I wouldn’t know. I am sure they find me a bit slow if not a complete ninny because I always ask them to repeat everything for me. First time so I can just listen to their delicious accent and second time for my comprehension. Communication is slow, but lovely, at least for me. Don’t know about them...hahahahaha (NOTE: new words in English…”cheers” mean goodbye, “trainers” mean sneakers)

So far I have sampled fish and chips with the chips dipped in vinegar, pepper and salt; ale at a local pub and tea with cream and sugar. English food SUCKS! Ha ha ha ha...sorry Heather, blonde lady, I can not take English food. I am, however, getting comfortable with tea and cream...if I can only find honey instead of sugar, I think I will be fine. (NOTE: one has to be 18 to drink around here and no one asks for Ids)

It rained and rained and rained, non-stop yesterday. And the day before it was gloomy...wonder if that is the reason why the English are fair-skinned, almost pale...the sun never shines here! Anyway, first impressions of London…everything is small. I mean from the cars to the street to the food servings; everything comes in small sizes. Even their double-decker bus seems small to me. Herolin’s big black truck is almost the size of the bus, minus the second deck of course. Everything is expensive here. I almost cried when the change bureau teller gave me £112 in exchange for my $200. Unfair!

If it is not raining then the sky is threatening to pour. The English are tall, speaks well, polite and well-mannered. Even the horses follow road rules...there were guards or cops on horseback and while they ride on the street, they stop when the red light is on. Car and horse can be seen side by side...ok, it might not be important for all that this detail be contained here, but it amuses me. Westminster Abbey smells of onions...don’t know why, but just as we were crossing the abbey on Victoria Street, the smell of onions assaulted my sense of smell...so now, onions will remind me of the Abbey. What’s worse is Italian sausage reminds me of St Mark’s in Venice.

Tomorrow I join the Contiki tour group and day after that, I’ll be in Paris, France….OH MY GOD!!!!! AH!!!!!!!!!!

I am Merry Mary Grace
Sept 21, 1999


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