Museum!!!! yyyyyeeeeee!!!!

As I said London welcomed me with open arms, with its high heeled women, beautiful men riding the tube and with intermittent weather. It almost incredible that I almost have a week here, it feels so familiar.

At the U the things are going great including that from today until the 12th everything there is closed and I cannot work, ha! Too bad, being precautious I brought work home and I am going to be busy.

The fairy godmother is with me, yesterday afternoon, we have to go to Amsterdam, hey you! Attending- exhibition- in- Amsterdam- wannabes take me with you! and guess what? I’m going, to visit museums; of course what else a poor Mexican bee can do in Amsterdam?

Today the weather is amazing so I dusted my wings and flew…flew away.

Speaking of Museums, I have been very well behaved; today I visit my first museum in London since I arrived. I went to the Victoria and Albert Museum, this is the Design Museum of London, so you can imagine in the state I left the building. First the Building is gorgeous just the building then they have the Sculpture Gallery at the very entrance. I got dizzy with the amount of gold the Norfolk Room has and of course the crown, 1756 not even close the French Revolution.



I am not doing any justice to the experience, seriously, but I cannot find the right words that is why I am going to put picture here…

I saw the fashion room, I felt like electricity going through my spine, small steps and I asked if picture were allowed, I was so affected that something like is there pictures allowed? Anyway the woman understood and said yes…

Fashion from the very early days, today I realized that from 17 hundreds or so there are a few pieces of women and men wardrobe, these pieces evolved but not to the point of becoming a complete different piece: for man there is the trousers, the shirt, the jacket and that’s all, interesting enough is that in the entire exhibition I was no one pair of jeans or anything made out of denim. Such a fault! Denim is the fabric that has changed the destiny of Humankind. Another observation is that there is no one t shirt, I feel the same about t shirts, they are part of the fashion scene since early this century, why not include them?

Anyhow, I saw La Croix's, Versace's, Channel's my life is sooo gooooooddddd!!!!!

I am back!!!

I cannot believe that I am back and guess what? London is still beautiful, rich and crazy (in the good way). I have been sleeping, eating, sleeping, eating and watching crap TV, from ugly betty (a really bad bad version of THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA) to American Idol. Go Sanjaya!! you are the best.

I paid 4 pound to get into the city from my dear friend K place where I am staying. She is seven months pregnant and is a delight to there with her almost 2 year old A. We baked the other day and we have been taking it easy.



London, London I still not wearing my high heels but I will I just know it...

My last day

My last post

Jacob passed away

Harvey came around

I feel sad...really sad and not because my hormones

Thank you for riding with me

Thank you for reading

I'll be there soon

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…

Hey I got the whole summary of the Halloween party! Ms. Turner, the Old lady, exotics birds and of course Wolverine. I am so freaking happy that you had a good time!!! I was dressed as bored little tart and I stayed home and I didn't even drink!!! what is happening to me? this is the result of living with 30 years olds they are sooo boring. They even say that sleeping s the new sex...do I need to say more? and yeesss I love sleeping but after...aaahhhhh I know waaayyy too much info, sorry guys.

Even when I didn't dress as a witch, today I had my piece of happiness, first I realized I got one more hour to sleep, yeeee!!! upps I just contradicted myself. And in my own little world I am going crazy thinking that is only one month left to be back and I am trying to do all the things I haven’t done in the last months in my work plus visiting the last things I haven’t seen.

I love London!!! Still... and I have survived!!! I took my guide foldors 2006 and I decided to go pay a visit to our dream man Karl Marx, he is buried in the Highgate Cementery http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Highgate_Cemetery among some others famous scientists, artist, communist, celebrities (famous for being famous) and philosophers. My cousin Dee and I were planning to go and fuck the grave, yeee!!! don´t get me wrong, the plan was to go and actually make hot sweet love to the grave, wouldn’t that be fantastic!!! A totally new sexual pervertion, upps I haven’t checked if somebody has already done it… Such a shame we didn’t have the time.




Anyway the place is located in the Northwest of London, a whole trip for me to go there ‘cause I live in the south south east, it took me forever and ever to get to what is called Highgate Town, but totally worth it, great place nice atmosphere with little cafes and bookstores and a beautiful park called Waterlow Park.


To find the Cemetery was an adventure I walked and walked and everybody was giving me the wrong directions or I didn’t quite understand. After an hour seriously, I was about to go when I realized that the Cemetery was next door to the park. I was walking and taking pics when I see this guy small thick New Yorker accent, I thought wait a min. That is Woody Allen!!!!, noooooo it can’t be.... yeeeeeeee he is!!!! so I took a picture of him from behind, I was totally harassing him with my looks, he was discussing something with his pal and of course he didn’t want to be bothered so I accelerated my pace and said hi, just hi he turned and said hi back.

I am sooo happy!!!