It’s been so long that I haven’t visited my own blog that I hardly remember my password to log in.

It’s done. I’m a proud Londoner for 1 week and 3 days, 7 hours, and 50 min, 23 sec, 25, 26, anyway… And I enjoy. I enjoy so much being there. I enjoy having moved on from Paris. I enjoy having moved on into a newly minted neighborhood in that it’s not only a different place, but also it’s different cultures. People speak so much different languages around me.

I opened my british bank account on Thursday and went right away to open an internet connection … I can’t have one before mid march. My building is a new development, the phone is not yet set up and BT (Yeah British Telecom) engineer cannot come before mid March. Can you believe that? A western modern country inside Europe … Shame on them.

Therefore I’m at the McDonald’s every evening to sip a cup of hot chocolate, and 2 times a day every week end to have an espresso and get connected to the world through. I didn’t think I would say that after having cursed McDo just one year ago, so but it S-A-V-E-S my day. What’s amazing about it all is that the manic dieter I am may find some interest to pull McDo’s door once in a while.

I’ll try to post more often … Let’s say once every 2 week times … I’m kidding. Thing is I’m fitting smoothly in. I spend more time commuting (2 hours everyday vs.hardly 1 before: it’s huge!). I need some furniture to store all my clothes properly. Some grocery shopping habits needs to be changed. Supermarket chains are different. I need to find the ones that suit me best. Needs to find a local market as well for fresh fruits and special products. I heard about Notting Hill’s. No more cheese. As milk is not sterilized as it is in France, I can’t store it for 2 weeks. No more Evian bottles delivered at home : I need to carry them on from the supermarket. No more Pierre Hermé treat.

I just crossed the channel, and it’s a whole different life that I’m so excited to get in. I’m going to try to take pics and to deliver my first feelings. To take the blog as kinda diary. It will be interesting to get back to it in one, two or three year and say: ok it was how I felt.

Today, I gave a try to Mac Café. I am a coffee lover. I was probably 6 when I enjoyed my first coffee at my grand parents’. It was only water of coffee, but it was sufficient to make me feel grown-up. Since, I went thru filtered brewed coffee to espresso and now Nespresso.

Sipping espresso is a sensory experience. Seeing the golden foam, smelling the grilled, well rounded flavor, tasting the acidity , bitterness and sweetness of different blends, touching the delicate foam with my lips, feeling the warm darken body flowing on my tongue and along my throat is my ultimate treat. Drinking coffee is a ritual.