Kensington and Chelsea

I am writing from Mark's apartment. I met him and his friend at a club called The Troubadour last night and we spent a few hours talking and laughing. His apartment is palatial and he's presently speaking with an architect about renovations. He's only lived here for a few weeks and must get the carpet out and hardwood floors in.

I only have a few more minutes to convince him that I am sane enough to house sit for him next week. He is more than a little wary of this particular, pretty, posh american girl.

"You might be a raving lunatic," he said.
"Might be?" I said.

This is a beautiful part of London (at least that's what I've heard). Its kind of "small townish" with lots of small restaurants, beautiful apartments, and small parks in every square. I did a fair bit of walking around yesterday looking for my hotel. It was easy to find once I realised that I had been walking on the wrong street.

I must go now, Mark is starting his day. We had breakfast together this morning (again at the Troubadour) and he took me to the car wash. I'll go back to the hotel soon, play some music, and walk around. Later this evening I am meeting my first couchsurfing friend. I believe he has an available couch that I could stay at tomorrow night. I'm still crossing my fingers that Mark decides that he needs an american house sitter when he leaves the city next Thursday. He's pretty skeptical in his Englishy kind of way and unused to my good ole fashioned american openness. Only time shall tell.

My journey has had a clean start. Its beautiful here. The sun is shining and I feel no jet lag as of yet.

Until we meet again...

((Love is Peace))