I am off to New York tomorrow, and so spent today saying my goodbyes to London (not that I will be gone very long). Carolyn was kind enough to accompany me on a long walk down the river, crossing all of my favorite bridges and periodically squealing at just how spectacular this city is. It was so warm we left our coats at home and periodically sat down outside (mostly to eat food). We watched street preformers at Covent Garden, and I made a fool of myself at lush by putting what I thought were free samples in my mouth without reading the sign. There were these tablets to clean your teeth and the instructions were not too clear:
1. place tablet in mouth
(I put the tablet in my mouth)
2. grind tablet into powder between your teeth
(I bit several times till the tablet was completely crushed)
3. brush teeth
(I DON'T HAVE A TOOTHBRUSH)
4. Rinse mouth out well with water as it will create a foam
(NOW MY MOUTH IS RAPIDLY FILLING WITH FOAM AND I AM IN A SHOP)
I had to run out to the side walk while foam dribbled out the sides of my mouth and being oh so classy, spit repeatedly as into the street. Without water I had no way of expelling all the powder and periodically my mouth would foam up and I would have to spit again.
Most importantly, I visited the three new Picasso paintings at the Tate Modern, and said goodbye to a few of my favorites that I often visit. Now I am as ready as I could possibly be for my trip, but I am still terrified. I don't know what's so scary about it honestly, but I have absolutely no clue what to expect of anything and I think that is what makes me so nervous. I watered Mitchel and unplugged everything in my room.
