After choosing the perfect cupcake, I head towards Buckinham Palace, 'cause, I mean, you never know right..? And there she is, Queen Elisabeth, ready to head out for some.. ehh, whatever Queens do.. so I stop her, risking my life; the dude in the back seemed a bit anxious.. She takes a quick look at me, darn, my hair is a mess, my clothes are no way near regal standars, and she is flashing all sorts of pins and medals.. In some way hyptnotized (by the cupcakes?) she lets me have the shot..   I leave her seeing Barack Obama approaching..London is THE place to be. Really.   ...

It's amazing being a tourist, taking pictures in front of the monuments and statues, feeling the freezing air on your face, enjoying the lights, cute shops, people from all over the world.. incredible how many Italians, they are everywhere! Relaxing in a cosy pub with a beer and some fries. Although, asking for a lager they brought me the classic Italian Peroni...