My days in London are counted, I feel an immense sadness when I think I have to go, even when so many times I thought “I am not going to make it”, even with the depression and stress, London for me has been much more than a learning experience and it is really hard to describe it.

I don’t want to get in the sad mood so, I will continue enjoy my time here, by the way I am a victim of the flu and I feel terrible, so if this post doesn’t make any sense, this time I can blame the flu.

My dear friend Kay, asked me to go to the art sale of the Royal College of Arts, and that is the reason I have the flu. This is an annual event when all the students are ask to make a postcard. The postcards are sale as a fundraiser for charity.

She asked me to go super early, ye ye in the first train, but London is London and it has been raining like crazy, so I could managed to get there by 7:30am I didn’t believe her, it is the same feeling as Black Friday, but with super expensive postcards.

The place is magnificent across the Albert Hall and the Albert Monument gorgeous!!!, I was walking walking I couldn’t give credit, I almost walk out, it was a queue (I don’t say line, anymore) of at least 3 blocks!!! I calculate two hundred persons per block…600, and there only 2000 postcards. Kay gave me a list of 100 numbers, her choices…I thought ok she exaggerates, OMG!!!! the weather, the long hours, man…It was endless and very complicated because is England and in England everything is complicated hahaha…

I queued for at least 4 hours before I could enter the building, it rained, I made friends with the people in the queue, we drank coffee that somebody volunteered to go and get it, we laughed, we bitched, it was nice at least. It super rained on us, and that is the reason of my illness.

Once there you have to manage your numbers and be sure that they are available. Gosh!! How stressful the screen is super small and with my sight, the number she gave me are not in order, I was dying…I got to the cashier with only two numbers of four she wanted.

I bought what I found, and the whole thing is the chance of picking a piece of a famous-to-be-artist, I got out there tired, wet, cold, and hungry as hell at 2:00 in the afternoon, with two postcards for £35 each…

Hey Guys,

I did it, I did it I did it…I conquered my fear, I slide down on the Carsten Höller slides. I went to the Tate Museum, for the second time. My heart was pounding so bad, but I did it. The tickets they gave you are for the three slides, for the level 3, 4 and 5. What can I say? It was pure pleasure. The slides are huge… Adrenaline is so IN. Actually I am thinking about what else I can do…

After boarding the slides, and of course I went with Rey (such a foodie) we went to get foodie food. The place called apostrophe I got a goat cheese, tomato and basil sandwich and mango juice, the price?, better not tell but it was fun. We talked about México and how sad we are out of it.

Finally, London looks like London, cold, rainy and foggy. It doesn’t bother me at all. I love traveling with people in dark clothes, coats and nice scarves. The other day I was on this trip of observing what was the people wearing.

A guy got into the underground wearing a corduroy black suit and very pointy shoes, and he look good, man attitude… attitude is everything!!!, and of course pointy shoes. Leather jackets, hound’s tooth waist coats, Jackie O type of short jackets and always London women in heels. I tried, remember?, but nowadays I am more in the mood for cross dressing so my last shopping was in the men’s department including shoes. I bought these fantastic boots timber type in black. I feel so pretty and though hahahaha

There are two crap papers that they distribute in the public transportation during the evenings. The London paper and the Lite. Both talk about stupid gossip and they are obsessed with Pete Doherty and Kate Moss, at least in the last three months they appear in the cover page every single day.


Pete Doherty, I love him!! I have been listening the Liberines and think they are really good, plus I saw him in this documentary call Fuck the Police and I love his attitude, while the police was trying to shut them down, he kept singing…

Kate Moss thoug is not as charismatic as him or at least, the media doesn’t treat her very well. She started desingning for this cool store call Top Shop, way to expensive for a poor bee, but what I have been doing is go there and get a stack of thing and go to try them on. It is heaven, let me tell you, who needs Zoloft? when we have nice clothes to try on.

Strictly come Dancing, is the British version of Dancing with the Stars. I actually thankful to Graduate school for preventing me of getting on it. It is enough with Project Runway (which by the way I did’t watch a single show this season) and Nip Tuck.


Speaking of shows there is a great show similar to CSI called Wire in the Blood and I simply love the actor he has the sexiest nose in the history of television (Robson Green). Da Vinci nowadays very popular said that the nose is the one who gives the face personality. I bet by right now you are thinking about your nose.


Ok Ok the Dancing thing, my rommie, the bunnies and I watched the show last Sunday. I just couldn’t believe my eyes, How horrible!!!! First of all, Ball room dancing from where you see it is not cool, then if you combine it with cheesy wardrobe and modern music played in ballroom rhythms… Disaster in you door!!! Shinny was in heaven telling me how beautiful the dresses were and making comments on the music eeeewwwww to give an example on how horrible things were, can you imagine the theme of mission impossible played in paso doble? A super tall man in a see thru shirt and a girl with flying pieces of fabric attached to her elbows.

As a tango dancer I can tell you, it was horrible. And yes Tango is a type of dance, here it comes the purist part of me. Argentinean tango is authentic, it has passion, history, soul, purpose I can go on and on and on. My point is, that is not something diluted, light and make for the soulless conservatives. I feel better now…