Our tour guides name was Susannah, she was an
Seeing Starbucks across the road, while Max and Nick deliberated directions, was like God giving me a hug. I sprinted across the intersection and stepped into my home away from home and quickly ordered a grande caramel machiato with heavy whip.
We took the tube to a bus stop, to another bus stop, to Heathrow airport, to take a taxi home. Along the way we met some interesting characters. I was asked to take care of some random drunk Brit on the Bus. And met the cutest old Portuguese man. Ericka informed me in the morning that we were talking in half French, Spanish, Portuguese, and English and that he found our conversation so enthralling that he missed his stop. Needless to say we quickly ran through the airport trying to find a taxi. When we got home in the morning it was about 4 am. I walked to my flat and realized I had left my key on my desk. ...Sleepover at Erickas!