London Baby!

> Well, I've been in London for a grand total of 1 hour, and it already rocks. Not that I'm surprised, I have been here before, but 3 years is plenty of time to forget how amazing it is. I mean, London is what originally made me want to come back and live in Europe. Seriously, everything is better. From the scenery: the rolling hills, picturesque ponds, herds of sheep grazing in a pasture, and gravel roads, which I have not seen since I left Saskatchewan; To the the sense of normality and efficiency that I miss from Canada. I mean, from the size of coffees, selection (chai lattes), and price, 2,30£ for a large!; to the efficient yogurt and muesli container design and the cutest miniature glass jar of jam (rather than the plastic things you get in Canada). There are even 7 cafes to choose from in this train station alone.
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> Yes, I forgot to mention where I am, AMT Coffee at London St-Pancras Intl Station, and why, waiting for Marlene's train to get in. Why am I waiting for her train? Well, when we get to Gare du Midi in Brussels, we get to the Eurostar check-in (which the process is identical to airport check in, customs and security included) and someone realizes that they forgot their passport at home. We had 40 minutes until he train left, and she lived 20-30 away. She left and tried to get it and make it back in time while I waited in the boarding area. Needless to say, she did not make it, and I didn't want to have to pay a rebooking fee if that was the case. So I took our train, and she made it to the station 30 minutes later and took the next one, no hassle. So, rather than go to Alisons, have to meet Marlene and then go back to drop her luggage off, I'm just waiting out the hour and a half at the station. It's really not so bad though. As anyone who knows me, knows my love of cafes.

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