Rio de Jainero, Madrid, Berlin and London in a week... Starting to feel like a contiki trip. Some of the world’s greatest museums and art galleries, check; drunken nights with tourists surrounded by locals, check; crummy hostels, check; eating at places that advertise ‘authentic 
But i have re-discovered my love of Europe, despite the cold, especially the food and the drink. In Spain the tapas bars, in England the pies and ale (also haggis not bad in Scotland), and in Germany... yum! so much it needs its own post.
Getting out of London I realised how much i do like England at least the idea of England. The little pubs with men in tweed jackets (presumably returned from a fox hunt) and the yorksiremen/women who are so polite as to apologise repeatedly for looking like a ‘twat’ when they spill their own drink onto the floor “so terribly sorry!” or the students of oxford proclaiming “I’m off to play the Graand piaAnoo”. Upon spotting, or rather hearing, two Americans talking loudly outside Christ college refectory I had a strong urge to walk up to them and say “Madam! I demand you leave this commonwealth immediately, you have profaned the English language quite enough with your vulgar pronunciation. Your garrulous nature is spoiling this good, clean, British air!” 
But alas, i too was from the colonies and instead did the British thing and walked away with stiff upper lip, all the way to the nearest alehouse. And it does one good to see that pun’s are still alive and well in Europe, in Edinburgh I chanced across a shop named “Thistle do nicely”.
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