I Own This Town.

This is the 3rd meal I've had at McDonald's.

I think I should make a documentary about how my health is effected when I spend 3 weeks eating only McDonald's for every meal. I can call it "Free Wifi Me" and chart the effects free wireless internet has on our eating decisions.

Or I can switch hostels and stay at London Central about a 15 minute walk from here because they have free wifi on site. That would greatly free up my eating options.

No one is a native English speaker here. It's just me. And one other blonde woman in line in front of me. I think we're the only ones in all of London. And I certainly do not see any traditional English restaurants. That's ok with me, but I do miss bangers and mash. It will always remind me fondly of HMC.

I survived my first night ever in a hostel. More comfortable than I expected. I shared a room with 3 Spanish people. Wonder who I'll be with tonight.

I'm trying to think of something to write about for my first article for the Fresh Thoughts section of the Indy Star blog site. Maybe a comparison of different hostels in London? Maybe travel advice? Maybe I could just ask 10 random people on the street what they think of Barack Obama direct address to Iran. Maybe I could write a bit about the backpacking culture. It's not what I thought it was. I expected to find hundreds of twentysomethings bumming around. No! There are kids and adults and even older adults than I expected. Met a woman in her 60's backpacking. That gives me the ultimate hope. Josh and I are gonna do that too. Talked to him today and he's psyched.

I do really like the music in this McDonald's. It's a lot of oldies. My nostalgic favorite.

So my next order of business on this very lovely 50 degree day is to locate my next hostel and the 100 Club where I shall be swing dancing and conducting grounded research on swing dancers. I can't wait to wander around this city with my new backpack.