Hot or cold?

Since leaving Sam's, I've been to the Lady's Castle in Leeds, seen the white cliffs of Calasis of France from Dover, explored downtown Canterbury, and experienced the wonderfully wicked Wicked play/msuical.
I never thought that I would enjoy musicals or plays but seeing the skilled (and hot) actors and actresses opened my eyes to the exciting world of fairtales that are created before my eyes. I also never thought that I would be more scared in my life walking five blocks back to our scary hotel in London past 10 pm AFTER seeing the wicked show. Mom, gripping to my arm, nervously looking left and right for any sign of strange people, scolding me on and on about keeping the dirty peanut butter knife to protect myself in situations like these. I was determined to be the one who kept her cool so we could actually make it back okay WITHOUT getting lost. And we did. With no creepiness, thank God.
The next day, we woke up too early to a rainy morning after a day of walking miles and miles around London only to continue walking more throughout the day. Having an old man full of history was cool, but not cool enough to keep me from passing out on the bus every time we got back on it. Bob bob bob was what my head did until I realized I could use my backpack as a pillow (hallelujah!). The white cliffs of Dover and Canterbury were the best part of the day, aside from getting on the train to head back to Aunt Miriam's.

Now that we're safe at home, we've eaten enough food to last two days. In one. Aunt Miriam keeps us nice and full. I love it here, her quaint little house, with cats. Cats. Big cats. Small cats. Lots of cats. Cats that go out in hot weather, like yesterday, and cats that go outside in pouring rain, like today. Hot and cold? I choose hot. Thats when all the hot guys come outside here, as I saw yesterday at the exchanging of the torch in downtown Ipswich. Who knew!