Beef Stew

I am currently sitting in Carmen's small, checkered kitchen with the tulips I bought her blooming in front of me. There is beef stew simmering on the stove and I have the hiccups. That is the second time today.

Egil and I went to the British Museum today. No one could ever see everything in that museum unless they put aside a full week. Maybe even more. There are rooms upon rooms filled with incredible artifacts. An entire wing was packed full of ancient Egyptian tombs, sculptures, and artwork. The shocking thing to me about the entire museum was how many pieces of art and sculpture weren't sealed behind a 2 inch thick piece of glass! Tourists were constantly walking casually up to an ancient Egyptian sarcophagus and leaning their filthy elbows against it in order to snap a photo. I wanted to say something so badly but figured it wouldn't really be worth my energy.

All of the tourists aside, the museum was stunning. If my feet hadn't started to kill me half way through the day I am sure we would still be there now. Being in a place that size and having thousands of ancient pieces of treasure around me made me feel so small. It is still mind blowing to me how talented the human race is. I wonder why we cannot still use our minds to make gorgeous pieces of history instead of simply building sky-rises and hummers.

I have deducted from being in London for a little over a week that cities make me nervous. Having so much stimulation around me at one time is not something I enjoy. Not being able to walk five steps without having someone bump into me is frustrating. The past two nights I almost drift off to sleep and then the electronic scream of a siren pulls me back into consciousness. All I can think about is drifting asleep in silence with only the soft sound of crickets around me.

Carmen, Egil, and I watched NCIS tonight. She is in love with this older man who acts in the show. Egil and I have been getting such a kick out of it! He is such a serious character. Carmen lays on the other side of the couch and makes very interesting noises whenever he pops up on the screen.

I am not sure what our plans our for tomorrow. The bed we are currently sleeping on feels like a piece of plywood. Also, Egil stole all of the covers last night so whenever I turned over I saw him curled up in tons of blankets. I shivered next to him instead of waking him up. To put a cherry on top of the cake, he woke up this morning to use the bathroom and got tangled in the sheet. As he tripped, he fell forward and punched me in the boob. He was half asleep so he mumbled an apology and continued his trek to the toilet. I fell back asleep and we laughed about it later when we both woke up.

I want to get out of London as soon as possible. We are ready to go!

Will write tomorrow!