Yay for London. This summer I went to London, I was only there for a couple of days, and I was really tered from the plane ride over there, but it was still great. I love London, though it is a bit scary in places as any big city would be. The scaries thing that happened was a run-in with a guy on something and a rat pulled out of nowhere. We were doing the whole turist thing and some guy was trying to sell a magazine they sell over there for £1, and it helps out the homeless. That is about $1.60, or something. Well we were all posed for a picture when he came up to us so we all said no thatnk you, but he kept persisting, we didn't want one so my good friend Danni said, "We are trying to take a picture here," or something like that. He did not leave, he just got angry. He muttered stuff like, "Oh come on its only a pound," and such stuff like that. To which Danni replied, "You need to leave, we are tring to take a picture," again, not sure if she said exactly that, but its close. Then he said, "Well how would you like a nice London Rat?!?" And while he said that he reached into the beyonds behind him and pulled out a rat and then thrusted it into Danni's face. As this was going on, some of us were watching, some of us were trying to ignore it, some of us were just oblivious, and others of us were fumbling with cameras trying to sort them out. When the guy stuck the rat in Danni's face our good friend Javier jumped up from where he was kneeling (he was next to Danni) and was suddenly inbetween Danni and the guy. Javier talked to the guy and he hung around for a bit and then we all took the picture and then we started to walk and the guy followed us a bit and Jaier talked to him, and then the guy went away. So, that's my story about how London is scary. I still want to go back to london, but I would like to take along a big strong guy who has a black belt in something to come along to protect me. Eventually I will add to this section by putting up more pictures of my trip in london.