I'm a bit late posting this- but this is my feel of London a few months back. Wrote it while i sat at the airport waiting for my connecting flight
I am in London!! Ok, ok, so I’m in transit at Heathrow airport, but I’m in London nevertheless. It is so magical. I’m drinking in the sights and smells of it all. Reconstructing the great city from the tiny tidbits around me.
So many people, so many shops, the smells of freshly baked bagels. The exotic names splashed over the splendid looking shops- Gucci, Chanel, Escada. The quaint little food court reminding one of the oh-so-famous roadside cafeterias.
Maybe I am overwhelmed because London, Europe has always been my dream. The first thing I did was go to the Harrods at the airport. Now, if the topic of London ever comes up, I can safely brag, albeit very vaguely, about being in Harrods and still get away with it. hahaha.
And whoever said that the English are cold people. Trust me, all the Englishmen I see around me are VERY HOT, to say the least.
Also, I now have the description of the perfect man. For me, the perfect man would be he who could afford to buy me the fur coat I so lovingly fingered just now.
I’ve wandered all around the airport and absorbed it all in with a funny little smile on my face, which I’m sure made a lot of people think that I’m crazy. So what if I am? I’m in Europe, and I can’t go further than the airport, dammit! I’m entitled to be crazy.
The cutest incident happened. I went to the ladies room to meet my mom after wandering around all by myself. And upon seeing her, I broke into this little jig- “I’m in London. Yes! I went to Harrods. Yes! But I can’t go outside. Nooo!”. And there was this lady standing next to me and she started laughing. We spoke, and it turned out that she was an American lady whose experience of London so far had also been restricted to Heathrow airport. And as she patted my shoulder she said, “Honey, I’m 51 and I’m still dreaming. You’ll get there.”
And I know I will too. But for now all I can say is- sometimes getting close to the dream can be as exciting as the dream itself…
