When my plane arrived at Heathrow this morning I was frozen to my seat, too afraid to move. I had to give myself a mini-pep talk in order to gather up enough courage to get off the plane. It was a good thing I was a bit jet lagged because I don't know how I managed to make it through the day if I'd had complete control over my faculties. I might have had a nervous breakdown in the middle of Trafalgar Square. The good news is... I love London! I had tried really hard to not build London up in my mind. I was so worried about being disappointed, but now that I'm here I know that there was no need to worry about being disappointed. London is everything and more I could have imagined. I love the houses, the tube, the bridges, Harrods, the stuffy British business men, the girls gabbing on their cell phones in a dialect of English I don't understand and being surrounded by a familiar strangeness. Today I was riding a double decker bus (yes London really has double decker buses!) and it rounded the corner and I saw Big Ben peaking out from the Houses of Parliament. It was my first "ahh" moment. You know, those moments that are so surreal that you feel like you have risen out of your body and are watching everything from the outside... crazy. I decided to visit the Victoria and Albert museum this afternoon. I entered the museum with no idea of what was inside and with really no plan on how to tackle it. That was a really bad idea. I was so taken aback and overwhelmed by everything I saw that I just wandered around in a daze. From now on I will not enter a museum on an empty stomach and without a game plan. I don't think that there is any way this day could've been more perfect.