London

As I was on the train coming from Heathrow and I was looking out the window at the rainy, foggy dawn morning and it occured to me that it looked quite a bit like home. It has a very comforting quality about it, where you know that inside those little lighted windows there is someone snuggled warm and cozy inside. I felt immediately at ease. I arrived without any sleep and hours to check in so I went on a mission to find the cheapest cellphone I could find (9£!) and decided to hit up the Tate Britian for the free tour. It ended up being great but I nearly passed out in front of the 19th century narrative paintings. I found my way back to the hostel and crashed. I woke up briefly to talk to a fellow Yank who is an art historian, so we geeked out about languages for awhile. I'm about to go back up to fall back asleep, hopefully for the rest of the night.