36. English Breakfast

It’s our last day in London. I’ve declared this day English Day. I told Burbank I’ve decided to use this tour as a way to soak up other cultures and broaden my horizons. So, I’m going to be as English as possible today. I’m pretty confident in my chameleon abilities, but Burbank doesn’t think so.

The three of us—me, Burbank, and Lenore—went to a restaurant down the road from the hotel for a proper English brecky. We ordered a lot of food—I mean a lot of food—and most of it I couldn’t identify. Vegetables stuffed into organs of animals I wouldn’t normally eat, I was told later. I ate more than I should have for my figure. Then I went to the toilets and puked my guys out. I’m so American.