Hi, from London

Who would’ve thought our trip to London would arrive? Who would’ve thought it’d be so long? 4 hours in the US airport. 7 hours and a half on the plane. 1 to 2 hours in the UK airport waiting for the bus and then 2 hours in traffic on a bus where one of our Chenanigan Chenangians blew chunks into a plastic bag. We arrived at our hotel and when we were on our way to our school, named Faraday House, it took crossing the street to realize that we are stupid Americans and almost died while crossing the street lol. Mind you the floor says look left or look right. It’s not our fault the cars are on the wrong side of the street. Oh and you know Jay walking…yea try that here. These drivers are crazy we’re scared NOT to use the crosswalk. We also keep forgetting they drive on what we consider the passenger side, so No, when you see someone in the passenger side alone he/she is driving the car it is not actually driving itself. Now let’s talk about the food. NEVER I MEAN NEVER RUN OUT OF BREAD!!! You want to survive here, and so far bread has been our knight in shining armor. Granted we’ve been eating hotel food, but it was hard as hell and the water we had to wash it down with gives a bad after taste -___-. We did however find a Spanish Market YAYYY. How could Latinas ever survive in London without some sazon in their lives? Something else we found was our flat! We picked our first choice, which took us 10,000 years to find. We got to know the neighborhood before we got the flat. And we got good pizza =). They also had Mexican food for our fellow Tortilla. Moving on let us talk about the train and their oyster cards. I’m sorry not the train the TUBE. We looked like complete idiotic tourist trying to figure out how that thing works. We also looked like complete tourist trying to figure out where we were going. We ask “do you know where Gloucester Road is?” the guy answers “Go around the corner to the tourist information stand.” Lol talk about obvious tourist. All the walking around asking for directions made us want to be in car but considering their driving that would not be such a good idea. They park whichever way they want, picture this

Yea weird. Oh also British people and Americans  are not so different, much like quema sopa they curse a lot. They are also fast on the go, and they hit on Beautiful Latinas on the street. Our tourist guide started the day with calling an agent a dick that was entertaining. Second, they are so quick to get where they are going that you have to stand on the right of the escalator. If not you will get thrown down or pushed out of the way. It’s actually a rule, isn’t that crazy? I find it helpful, America should try it. Oh and of course the British guys had to hit on Tortilla and Quema sopa because we are so “HOT, Perfect OOO la la.” And that wasn’t the only time. All four of us were in the elevator which is very tiny by the way and a lot of people were trying to cram in. Voogle hit the elevator buttons but the doors wouldn’t close. Two gay guys were on the side and some other guy was too close to the door. One of the gay guys said “maybe there are too many people on the elevator.” The guy close to the door got off and the door closed. The gay guy said “he was just too fat” lol which he wasn’t. Tortilla said “I’m glad I wasn’t by the door.” And when we got off they whistled at us. Of course. Voogle says “but their gay” and Bumblebee said “gay guys hit on pretty people.” We’re loud we make an impression and we’re experiencing some change “we’re not only Americans we’re Latina Americans!”