London Airport

I had to get up at 3 am this morning. That's right I said 3 am.  We walked outside the hotel and drunks were everywhere. It seems the kids come out in masses after dark and drink in the bars as well as the streets. Yep, I said in the streets. The plazas and streets always smell of urine and many of the streets are full of can, bottles, and trash from the nightly drinking matches. When we walked out some of the patrons were deeply in the throws of a full blown drunk and the street was surrealistic. The scene reminded me of a zombie movie but instead of the zombies drunks are walking around screaming and falling down.  I am getting old.

Here are the pictures I promised yesterday.

Winston Churchill playing the pig-o-phone

Aqueduct in Segovia

Deb picking the nose of King What's His Name IX.