On signage in London

Everything is proceeded by a “Please” and concludes with a “thank you.” I think I saw a sign that was only that, and everyone was pleasing and thank-youing like the Queen was watching and itching to bring beheadings back into style.

Even the “out of service” notification on the buses start with a “Sorry, “. That’s an apology and a comma. Take note MBTA and MUNI.

A mother speaking to her 3 year old daughter about the Millennium Bridge

“I know you don’t care for it, but can’t we agree that it’s a very beautiful bridge when compared to the others?”

EVERYONE HERE IS SO BRITISH.

I still won’t call it planning

But, for you needy bastards, I’ll give you what’s known and what’s likely:

• On Sunday, February 20th, I leave for London
• On or about the 27th or 28th I’ll be heading over to Brussels to convene with The Lovely Tori Oellers—I say, “27th or 28th,” because I don’t remember what she said, but, given her predilection for punching sternums, I’ll try to remember real hard like
• Between whenever she arrives and the 3rd, we plan to party in the Bruges, the Brussels, and an Amsterdam
• Sometime thereafter I may visit Sweden

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I’m thinking London to Brussels to Amsterdam to Stockholm

Amateur cartography trip? Getting my Johnny Appleseed on? Spreading the word about this upstart nation of ours?

I don’t even know, but I’ll figure out my motivation when I get there.

Here’s hoping I have an untapped reservoir of Svenska hidden below a shelf of my genetic gene pool.