I hope this writing finds you all well, and happy. The first of what will hopefully be at least a somewhat fulfilling journal/update on how things are going for me in my travels. Last night (this morning?) was the traveling night (mare). Soulfest ended with a flourish, and my sister and I drove back down to MA to get me ready to go. With prep time and jitters, I was lucky for the twenty minutes of sleep I achieved! The airport was fun as the International Terminal always is... at 6 in the morning. I was tempted to run along the length of the concourse, there were so few people. And the few were with our group! Regardless, the flight boarded, disembarked, no real hitches. There was a bit of turbulence. A few of us raised our hands as if we were on a Roller Coaster. One can dream, yes? We took the Tube, London's train system, to the place we are staying. Norm Jones, one of the leaders, pointed out the station, Great Portland, is across from Albany Pub. 'So remember children, great Portland, to great Pub...' No, while it would be rather comical for Norm Jones to encourage us to intoxicate ourselves, I am glad he did no such thing, nor will. ::shiver:: So then the apartments. To be completely honest... it's like staying at the Ritz. The apartments are huge, off white color. Full (small) kitchen, bathroom bigger than my bedroom at home, a small balcony, aaaaand in the middle of London. It's quite posh, Uno Cards included. (Yes, really, there is a deck of Uno cards under our coffee table). Now, after having borrowed Salt, Strainer, and maybe a bit of sanity from our upstairs neighbors, and since nothing of huge note has happened yet, I leave you. More to come, much love from the Puerto Rican PuddleJumper! God Bless! Until the post post post! -Link