So I’ve actually been in Florence for a few days now, regardless, I must write about my experiences in London before I move on.

First off, the plane ride over was pretty brutal. Flying 3 hours to Dallas and then another 2 1/2 to Durham sucks enough but 9 1/2 hours!!! Needless to say, I was pretty pumped to get off the plane in London. When we got in, our taxi driver was a bona-fide GOONER. What’s a Gooner you ask? A supporter of the best football club in all of England, Arsenal FC (The Gunners). As we discussed football in the ride, I got a great look at the city I have wanted to visit for so long.

The next day (Saturday the 25th) we visited some museum that I can’t remember the name of and looked at some nice art. After that, my mom and I visited a much better, louder and more passionate museum; Emirates Stadium: home of football. The tix cost us a pretty penny but it was def worth it when Cesc Fabregas put the Gunners up 1-0 in the 80th and the crowd went absolutely nuts. My mom couldn’t believe how loud  the stadium got after the tie was broken. For the rest of the match, the crowd chanted “1-nil to The Arsenal” and taunted the Manchester City fans who were crammed into their own visitor’s section.

The next day my dad and I went to the British Museum and saw some really sick stuff such as the Rosetta Stone and a statue from Easter Island. It was nice to see these things and put life into perspective a bit. That night we got a little tipsy at a pub in Chelsea which was just a few blocks from Kensington where our hotel was. It was fun to get drunk legally and think nothing of a crazy woman being thrown out of a bar.

That brought us to Monday where my journey in Florence began…