These feet are made for walking

I am here wondering why nobody told me about what is like to be in London...But I also think that how I can tell people, is not easy and for more explanations you can give there is always a feeling to not being fair or real, plus is more fun to think about somebody getting into this without knowing a thing.

What do you mean by walking? do you mean walking as putting one foot after the other? I had to move my lazy americanized ass and start walking for soooo many reasons: 1) the transportation in London is simply outreageous, 2) It is so beautiful that you don't want to miss it and 3) everybody does it, all the women in high heels run into the tunnels of the tube, ride their bykes, deliver babies on them. Where i have been all this time? High heels is what is in, forget your Dansko- good for your feet and your mood-soccer mom clogs, Man!!!! stolettos is what is all about (not sure about the spelling, but all the mispellings are intentional)

Well, I know that bees fly, but this one have been walking as there's no tomorrow...

Are yo a good walker? if you are you can make it to the change of guards at the Buck...Palace. Without taking a shower, I simply couldn't I thought about the shower floor and I didn't bring my flip-flops, getting older SUCKS!!! Later I try to find a pair and I found them for the nice price of 14 pounds, I said thank you and left the store, feeling that I should thank them for letting me in.

I pass the Shakespeare theatre, the Museum of Modern Art, a gigantic wheel that you can ride and see London from the sky, Have I mention I am a bee? I can fly... and then Big Ben before my eyes I ask somebody to take a picture of me and the only thing I was thinking was that I haven't showered.

Westminster by this bridge have passed kings, queens, poets, rippers and bees. By that then I had already an hour walking, this is Fantastic!!! (with british accent) Man not even Zelig could mimic as quickly as I. I keep getting disoriented with the traffic, that is so funny even people walk in the direction of the cars, so when I see all these people coming to me is not because I am famous is because I am swimming counter current, not even a salmon would do it better.

Everybody is so thin, everybody!!! of course they don't eat, the smoke inside every single pub, restaurant, room and they walk for their lives. I keep getting distracted with the beauty, damn beaty! and i keep asking people to take me pictures that's sucks of traveling alone. I heard the toll of the bells, the Cathedral magnificent, Victoria in my sight, people from all over the world. Excuse me? I am looking for the Buckingham Palace? Whooaattt? -Buuu ckkiingg haammm- oooooouuuuuu the palace yeeess of coursee, in that direction...How come I can not find a Palace, I am pathetic!!!! later after three more inquiries before my eyes The Father of all the Palaces...When I moved to America the wealth made me sick, physically sick, my stomach used to hurt, I get dizzy here and I don't even know if am I disgusted by the wealth, the sad part is that I am in some way numbed by it, it is soooo overwhelming I can not take it, way beyond what they called new vs. old money.

I didn't make it to the change of guards, but the fauna that i saw worth every single minute of my two hours walking, it was a huge line to take picture before the gates, forget it i am not making line, they were like 200 japanese tourist some other spaniards, I'll come back later.

But let me tell you, if you want to know who you really are and who you don't really are... you should come to Europe.