Cheese Train to London

I'm nausous in a cafe in London now, they've been playing Spice Girls on and off. Sunday I took the train into London. Adam has an extreme aversion to cheese and butter and I han't had much of either while staying with him for the last week and a half, so while shopping for snacks for my train journey I treated myself to this sample pack of british cheeses. I also happily snacked on this peanut butter Twix I got at Tesco before the Barbie movie the night before. The cheeses are alright, a bit too sharp for a mouthful of only cheese. The little Jarlsberg is being my favorite. I got myself to this hostel in a ritzy area of London that Kima suggested because she used to live/ work there when she was 21. It's pretty great but my body wouldn't let me fall asleep for the first two nights which was a bummer. Last night I slept a little more normally. It feels like it's been a long time since I've felt touristy in a new city and London is so freakin cute and pretty. I'm into it. Feels like a bigger San Francisco. I feel a little repelled from the big busy area by Big Ben and what not but I do want to causiously explore it a little more. I went over to that area for the first time last night to get some postcards from the Royal Ballet to sent to my old ballet studio job and then I was meeting up with my new hostel mate to go see Barbie for the second time. Excited to see it with a girl this time although she said she didn't play with them as a child. She's from Montreal and has a slight french accent. While watching the film I pulled my sweatshirt out of my backpack to put on and then thought to feel around to make sure my wallet was still in it's place. Lo and behold I could not feel it. I quietly tried a few more times and then tried taking everything out and feeling again, still nothing. It was too dark to look properly with a flashlight so I figured I'd just have to wait it out while also trying to not panic and keeping enjoying the movie. I did this for a little while, imagining myself finding it on the floor and how euphoric I would feel. When things like this happen it's interesting how it reveals how low key not great you've been feeling in contrast with how happy you would feel when your problem gets resolved favorably. I told myself if I found my wallet I would be so grateful to just even be here at all and would not worry so much about not being able to sleep at night or what the rest of my trip might be like. After another wee while I started sweeping the floor with my hand, still nothing but then I moved my foot and felt something under it, I reached down and found a string that when pulled it was the handle of the pouch I keep my wallet in, all in tact! I stuffed it back in my bag and zipped it tight. I did feel very glad and greatful especially to have a means of paying for the bus back to the hostel. Stepping out of the theater into the thick of London at dust was a special kind of feeling. Crossing over the bridge back to the side where we catch our bus and seeing the buildings with the lights starting to go on and also feeling like I'm still back in Barbie Land. Take a moment to kiss and thank your credit card, like I do every day now.