I think it’s day 31, between the jet-lag and the time difference here, and being on holiday, I really don’t know what day it is.
I have woken early. Time to blog and meditate before the troops wake up and we catch the London train.
The thought of being in London fills me with anticipation. I visited there many times in my youth. My mother is Irish and my father has relatives in London – who I am very grateful to be staying with.
My early memories of London are a montage of moments that captured the zeitgeist of various ages and stages in my life. As a 3 year old walking into Hamleys – a seven story department store devoted entirely to toys. As a 10 year old walking back to the tube station at night, glancing down an alleyway to see a couple of Rastafarian men singing reggae around a makeshift fire in an old fuel drum. As 15 year old experiencing a taste of emancipation buying secondhand Levi’s 501s in Kings Road and music at the HMV store. Unfortunately the music was the 80s boy band Bros, but hey, I was a pubescent girl.
I am so looking for to my son creating his own London memories
As for the food. I have not been 100% raw, but I have been predominantly raw and whole food. There’s quite a few whole food, living food and raw food restaurants in London which I am dying to try. But first I’d better go catch that train!