"If you don't have your health, you have nothing."
I now know how utterly meaningful that old cliche is.
I have been having the worst bout of luck in the health department since I've been overseas. Holy guacamole it's been bad.
First I'm hit with bronchitis. Then some flu. Now I've got Who-Knows-What.
A tear trickled down her eye. Her voice, full of sadness, vibrated with an enchanting Portuguese melody.
I noticed a tear from Raquel's Mom too.
"Yu Americans 'tink dat ze French only drink wine an' eat cheese, oui?"
We stared blankly at the couple sitting next to us. They smiled warmly back at us.
"Burger King? Don't eat that capitalistic carbohydrate-infested crap."
"So I don't suppose you'd want to do Pizza Hut either, huh?" I asked, looking at the Pizza Hut next to Burger King.
"No way! Are you crazy? We're in London; stay away from that American trash."
Do you know what's more fun than seeing the enchanted Westminster Abbey of London?
Hearing Raquel (Portuguese) and Marc (German) talk about how they met at the University of Westminster.
"English, French, German, Spanish, um, a little Russian, and a little Chinese."
"You can speak ALL those languages?"
"Yea."
"And how old are you?"
"Fourteen."
I still can't help thinking, "Ohmigosh there's no one driving that car!" whenever I see a car drive by on the street.
But duh, I keep forgetting that I'm in London now.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA