day one in london:
arrive via ship from amsterdam
train conductors and bus drivers let us use services without paying because we are STUPID americans
on train, vlad nearly crushes a pizza, but i stop him. he doesn’t have great spatial awareness sometimes. the pizza’s owner, grateful, begins conversing with us. the pizza is actually a cake, to celebrate his 60th birthday. they give us travel tips, and when they get off at their stop, the woman leans forward and embraces us. “welcome to the motherland,” they say.