just came to say

i said goodbye to my parents in the chicago o'hare airport at 7:20pm on july 29th. i cried, of course. there are few things as special to me in the world as my family. but now i'm here. uganda africa, august 1, 9:03 am. and i'm tired.

my flight wa delayed leaving chicago so i had less time in london then i expected. sadly, my plans to visit the balham tube station were shot. (ask my about that one later...) instead, i took the 77 bus out to windsor to look at the castle. what a lovely trip! and an especially lovely town! it actually felt a little like disney world. cobbled streets and vendors and street performers dressed in costumes. not sure what that was all about. i didn't have time to actually tour the castle so i bought an ice cream cone instead and stood in the shade looking at the huge home. i tried to imagine what it would be like to live there. but i couldn't. not even a little bit. so i turned around and walked down peascod street looking in shop windows and listening to a flute-playing street performer play outside marks&spencer. i got ice cream in my hair at one point. better than getting pooped on by a pigeon, my last welcome to london. at which the illustrious luke joseph smith was present for. and pooped on too actually. (how's that for an inclusion?) i started trying to clean the ice cream out of my hair and was feeling a little like i stuck out like a sore thumb. and then this little english lady came up and asked me where the something-something bank was. i felt very proud. until i had to tell that i actually didn't know. but oh well.

(pause. i have a staff meeting. to be continued)