Confusion in London.
I ate strange (but delicious) things. French fries are Chips. Chips are Crisps. Bangers and Mash, Fruit Spleggings, and Nutty Gum to eat. (Sausages and potatoes, jelly or jam, and get this- peanut butter!)
I heard people using Cheeky, Jammy, or Prat to describe people.
A ladybug is a ladybird. An elevator is a trolley. And the bathroom is the loo.
Bollocks, Buggers, and Bloody Hells were being said all around me. (You'll have to google those.)
You go up the down, and down the up.
I was thoroughly lost in translation. Lost in a city, and lost in London. Despite the confusion, I set out through the city on the most vibrant fire-engine red double-decker bus I could find, and tried to blend in as a full blown Brit.
Big Ben is actually the name of the bell inside of the tower. It rings every hour on the hour. London Bridge is commonly mistaken for The Tower Bridge. And neither, is falling down. Buckingham Palace, the Queen's residence was first built next to a brothel. 25% of people living there today were born in another country.
People walking the streets at every time of day, different languages being spoken all around you, lots of history and beautiful skyscrapers, and restaurants (and Starbucks) on every corner.
I <3 NY, move over! I <3 London is the new tee.