I've only been here for a week and yet I feel like I've known this place forever.
Angry at myself for never coming before but also feeling like I was coming back home.
I fall in love on a daily, with pretty people on the street, with voices in telephone booths next to me, with the crisp contrast of Gothic spires against a greying sky and just as I suspected I would be, I'm in love with the city and far beyond that.
We all have these preconceived ideals of what England looks like, the cliche visions of horse backing through endless, rolling, grassy, green hills and meadows, creepy trees weeping over still ponds with Tudor houses in the distance. I never imagined that those ideals were exactly right. From Gatwick, it's immediately apparent. As the train pulls you deeper into the city, it's another world of grand architecture and limitless trendiness. 'John Lennon' wandered past me within moments of my surfacing from the underground quickly disappearing into a crowd of tall beauties barely balancing stilettos on cobble stone streets. |The rain can be taxing on the traveler but I still hope to come back for 3 weeks in October, though it's expensive nature will probably render that impossible.
I am ready for the warm that Egypt will bring. With most travel bans lifted recently, and tourists still mostly scared to go, I am told I will be one of the few in what is normally a sea of obscenely crowded monuments. For me, this revolution could not have come at a better time. I have not a single reservation or concern, I know people there now and trust in my ability to adapt to whatever situation. As much as I've enjoyed the company here, I long to be alone completely. If I don't get the chance in Egypt, upon my arrival in Greece I may hang my hammock and drown in my book for a few days of much needed silence and solitude.
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