It's about 6:54pm over here as I start my lastest installment. The title of this chapter refers to the intense and strenuous amounts of walking we have done in the last 48 hours. It's been rough. Yesterday, we tried to plan the whole day out with ambitious stops one after another. Westminster, Tower of London, Parks, Palaces, Circus', etc. What we actually ended up doing is as follows. It was another crack of dawn start as I myself am still adjusting to the time shift. Jet lag and me have never really gotten along over the years. He wants to stay up late all the time, and I just want to sleep. But, with the wind at our backs and the sun rising, we set out for Waterloo station. I was going to meet an old ... read more

The first step is always the hardest, right? But once I get going, it's like a train on the tracks in that I just keep going and going until I'm done. Momentum carries me along from place to place, and I have to shove my foot on the pavement to stop. . .like a bicycle with no brakes. That's both a good and a bad thing, for while I tend to move at a good pace, I also am so excited by all the new things around me that I can miss the smaller, more subtle aspects of Life and it's grand scheme. Luckily, I'm still on the first step of an ambitious journey, and I'm working with a new game plan this time around: "slow it down son". Yes, a week from the outset of ... read more