My wicked world Head in the clouds, feet on the ground, mind on food and heart on the road!

Last week I found myself eagerly waiting my next flight (number 41 that is) – destination London. We (Nana and me) were supposed to leave at 1.30 am in order to reach the airport in time (had to drive 60 miles after all). Thursday night I packed my bag and decided to take a little nap (wasn’t feeling too well with a sneaky cold lurking around). All was fine and dandy until my cell rang. Annoyed I answered, only to have Nana ask me if I was sleeping. After assuring her I wasn’t (a little white lie) upon checking the clock I nearly screamed – it was 1:41 am *silent scream*. Boy you should have seen me zipping around the house taking care of the last details. But lo and behold, half an hour after the designated time I was driving to pick up Nana and we were on our merry way towards Cluj, ready for the English adventure. The flight was uneventful, us sleeping the whole time and finally we were landing on the island (didn’t feel like an island to me, but there you go). We hopped off the plane, then hopped on the bus (I did, literally) and headed in the London direction.

Now, I’ve had my share of traveling and while I am amazed with all I see, didn’t expect to have my socks knocked off by London. We got to Baker Street (Sherlock Holmes anyone?) and debated what to do first – had to be at GMC at 2 pm for an interview so plenty of time to frolic around the city. The first stop – Madame Tussauds’ Wax Museum. We’ve heard about tourist packages – buy tickets for more attractions and get discounts. So we wander inside, get our luggage checked and headed towards the ticket booth. It was rather chilly outside and Nana complained about being a bit cold (thought she was a bit underdressed but was I in for a big surprise). While standing in line for the tickets Nana decided to strip (no pole dancing or even music, but it’s the thought that counts) – so off comes a sweatshirt, a sweater, a T-shirt, another shirt, then another (I was wondering – WHAT IN THE WORLD? she was feeling cold in THAT???). Alongside Nana’s strip number I found myself in a new position – hanger (clothes hanger that is). After the strip and the waiting, we bought our tickets for the Wax Museum, London Eye and the Dungeons and were ready to proceed. We spent 4 glorious hours inside this place of enjoyment – kissing Angelina, groping Britney and JLo, looking under Marilyn’s dress *snickers*, handing an apple to Isaac Newton (must encourage science development), using President Obama’s phone, etc.- putting down our backpacks at least couple of dozen times, and picking them up the same amount of times.

This done, we headed towards GMC – easily found. The business for the day finished, we switched back to tourist mode. The closest location was King’s Cross station (a must-see in my book, not because I love trains, but platform 9 3/4 is there). Of course I was like a kid in the candy store, took several goofy pictures then made a beeline across the street to a bookstore – after all it said “Bargain books” and for me books are like doughnuts for cops, or movies for Nana. Still we had time to kill until we met Vlad so we went to the British Museum – taking photos in the red phonebooth on the way. The museum was great, except all the exhibits we wanted to see were closed, but we were too tired to care. We met Vlad *joyful reunion* and after a much needed shower we went out for dinner – Vlad suggested a Thai restaurant. After a 15 minute queue, we were seated – the atmosphere is great, you get to sit with strangers at the table, eavesdrop on their conversation *evil grin* or just mind your own business. Suddenly, during dinner, all the tiredness crashed down on me and all I wanted to do is sleep – I was so tired I didn’t even want to talk (which is quite unusual for me).

This was our first day in London. Stay tuned for the next episode!