So last week my middle daughter and I traveled to London, a spontaneous trip, that I alluded to on April 1. I am an American living temporarily in Stockholm, and though Swedish is abundant, English is as well so learning Swedish is harder than you think. (and yes I have tried to take language class, but it was miserable). But lately, I have really been missing home. I was really looking forward to being part of the language again. Sitting in a cafe or conversation that passes you on the street and not ease dropping but just knowing that it is English. I am in a rather quiet bubble, cause even though I hear the babble of talking here in Sweden, when I don’t understand what is being said, I tend to tune it out altogether. I loved London…loved the people, it felt like home. We exhausted ourselves everyday with touring and walking, but here is a peak at my messy sketchbook and a few highlights.