DAY 11: Saturday

00:00 Saturday started at The Zoo. Carol and I went out with two other girls from Portugal. Carol managed to have us enter a club for 5 Pounds. An Indian guy wanted to dance with me and then he wanted me to drink. So I invited my 3 friends to drink champagne and vodka. This Indian guy was completely crazy; two times my size, throwing me in every direction, in the air, giving champagne all the time... I was laughing and dancing and laughing. And we escaped.

It was 4:00 when we entered The Maddox : Carol’s new boyfriend works there. I have waited for Carol for two hours, sleeping, awaking, and then I’ve had enough. There was an employee with a trustful face. I took him: “Please help me find my bus. I want to go home. Please don’t let me alone in London.” It was Pedro from Portugal or Brazil I can’t remember. I was so happy I could speak Spanish.

Pedro the Guardian Angel in London.

He has waited with me for 30 minutes in the cold of the night. 30 minutes is the time it took me to understand that in London, not only people but buses too are crazy, they don’t stop unless you throw yourself in front of it. After two buses had passed in front of my nose, I placed myself straight away in the street to catch the third one. And Carol arrived. I said “Go away Carol!” but finally I forgave her.

6:30 I finally got to bed.

I was mad; I missed Zoe’s brunch at 11:00 because I felt like awaking from coma.

This is a crazy life in London: people are crazy they party all night and they rest in the day. At least people in my hostel do.

14:30 Awaking. I had breakfast in the sun with Monica, I was so happy so I took a picture. I ate toasts with strawberry jam and cottage cheese and it was delicious.

19:30 I can’t believe Sebastian, the manager from The Racine rang me. They want to have me back for a chat; maybe they would hire me. This is what Simone announced me, because I listened to the voicemail Friday, but I only heard “Racine” and thought it was Simone so I didn’t mind... Anyways, I love MY restaurant much better and I think I am better paid then Simone...

I had dinner at Simone’s: another Italian who studied restoration for 5 years. He cooked creamy pastas with shrimps and zucchinis. And we had red wine. I said:

“I have a lot of pasta and it is aaall going into my belly!

-          It’s ok: in London you run all the time, you run for the subway, you run for the bus...”

Simone taught me to NEVER USE A KNIFE to eat pastas. You hold pasta with your spoon and then you roll it with a spoon.

Then we had coffee. Then I decided to watch Inception and to stay to sleep because outside it was cold and dark and there was a room available at Simone’s house.

The movie ended. Simone tried so I made it clear: “I don’t want this. I am not looking for a boyfriend. I want to have my bed in my room.” So I had my bed. And he said: “You are a f**** intelligent girl.” He hugged me...