First of all, thank you thank you guys for your comments and emails, we are not so far away after all, you make me feel like if I were still in North Pleasant St.

There are two recurrent themes here: 1) the damn rooster and 2) the Sri Lanka guy. Well, today I was in the mood for a sociological experiment, so I walked to my bus stop and is inevitable not to pass in front of his store, and speaking of the devil there he was. With all my bad intention I waved hi nicely and quietly, then I realized that I could buy my bus ticket from him, so looking to the floor I walked towards him, he couldn’t believed it, he was all smiles and greetings. I didn’t say a word when I was in front of him and he said: “come in… come in” I simply couldn’t give credit. I asked for the bus ticket and he said that he was out of them. Quietly I said goodbye. He said: “you’re nice” I didn’t respond. I was walking out of the store and he pointed himself and then he pointed at me and said: “nice” nodding with his head. Okay okay enough of sociological experiments. I got it.

Natural History Museum of London, do I need to say more? It is massive, I was sooo excited, it is a gorgeous building formerly a castle; they have all kinds of dinosaurs, birds, plants, insects and the Darwin Center, yeesss!!! Darwin I am back on track and sorry Mick but I think Darwin’s beard and hat are sexier than your bad nourished waist. It is incredible that at this point I haven’t talked about Freud yet. It is simply too much to handle and of course too many kids to have, but I am planning to go to his house this coming weekend.

Going back to Natural History Museum, I went of course, first in the plate to the primate section and they were there lemurs I couldn’t resist the temptation and I asked a German gentleman to take me a picture with them, to send it in a anthro-all email to show that I know now that lemurs are not monkeys. Are they old world (school) or new world (school)? Shhhh don’t tell Laurie I don’t know.

Trying to conquer one of my endless phobias I went to the exhibition creepy crawlies, yep! You guessed: anthropods...it was from ants to crabs, I learned a lot…like the skeleton of these guys are in the outside and it made out of layers and layers.



The kids and I were fighting over the interactive things they had. I was looking and looking and I saw I gigantic scorpion made out of rubber and plastic it was incredible, and my heart stopped when the damn thing moved!!! The little girl next to me burst into tears and I tried to calmed her down saying that was fake, but she could totally tell I was as scared as her and she kept crying loudly, mom came to rescued us both, we laughed and she told me you are pale…no comments.

They have in the dinosaur section a fake T rex and makes all kinds of noises, moves his tail and spots the people in the audience and all the children screamed at the same time. I am terrified not of the children the moms, God!!! What is wrong with them? The fact that you are pushing a baby strolley does not give you the right to go after me and my poor ankles. They are so rude!!!! They just don’t care as if the baby give them the right. I remembered the time one of us was attacked by a parent in the Boston Aquarium using his baby as a weapon.

I am writing this in my cubicle instead of working and heyyy do you know what? the girl with the black hair said hello to me!!!! She is great I love her!!!! She even winked one eye. God exist I knew it… I was using one of the department computers and I found that the last user didn’t log off, I didn’t care and I click on Explorer just to realized that was not working. I went to the start menu and I found some recent documents with titles in Spanish. They are hers I am sure, she writes in Spanish I am sooo ashamed…I stopped writing in Spanish a while ago. My life now is in English, I can’t help it I feel a little sad.