Trip Start May 31, 2006
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Our demure and dreamy days in Majorca have now given way to the fast-paced, high-living, electrical, mercurial London rat race. It's been three months since we've been here and it only feels like a few weeks. The days go by without us really noticing them, as we are more and more absorbed by our jobs and our agitated life-styles.
It sounds like I'm grumbling about it, but I am quite enjoying it. I know you're probably thinking we exchanged one fast-tracked lifestyle in Buenos Aires for another, but the fact that we're living it in London is a world of a difference. I am more and more convinced that London is like a brand new vintage: you are skeptical at first, even maybe a bit hesitant or cynical, and you don't really enjoy it but the more you dip your lips in, you realize it's growing on you and you canīt stop drinking. Before you know it your teeth are incarnadine by its dye and you're intoxicated by its lifting effects.
Or there's the rugby or football Sundays at the local pub, where entranced by the game and often forgetting the pints of stout or lager in their hands, men jump up in a flurry and celebrate with each other the swift passing moment, before the referee calls to form again.
There's no room for patriotism in the fast lanes of London and maybe that's what makes it the great capital city of the world. Everyone moves in their own lane, as are we, making our reality as new and exciting as possible. And even though Time here moves fast - faster than I've experienced before - it's all about the moments when you stop to catch your breath, inhale as if it were the first time, and let London take you over.