So, I am writing this entry two days into my stay in London, but I think that I should start from the beginning. Departure day was a tough one, and not by one stretch jolly. Tyler, Emily, and the assorted family which had assembled were watery eyed at the gate, and I had convinced myself that staying home watching re-runs of poorly written sitcoms would be an excellent alternative to an all expenses paid six month jaunt in Europe. But somehow, or another, I manag...