the night of

my last post was written in celebration of apple day, this post is for what happened afterwards. i’m not sure how long i spent dodging flying brussel sprouts and ingesting cinnamon apple fudge, apple tarts, mulled apple cider, and beeswax cheese, but there eventually came a point when the entire event started to wind down. no more vegetables were available for the throwing. children were ushered off to the tube by parents carrying a miscellaneous collection of edible flora. the berry man was tired.

before the very end of it all, i ~~asked~~ pleaded with my eyes for the berry man to pose for just. one. more. photo. i feel this strange, guilty sensation when asking certain people {usually in costume} to take a photo with me. i know that ariel is getting paid to chill out in her colorful lagoon and smile for the camera, but i naturally tend to act much more excited than i actually am, in order to somehow appease said character person. anyway, i was fortunately not alone in that another girl nearby was also wanting her picture taken with the berry man. the timing worked out well enough and we quickly swapped our photographic services.

when deciding what to do next with my open schedule of a day, the same girl that i had shared a moment with earlier came up to me and asked me for directions to that huge clock alongside westminster bridge. her predicament was actually quite unusual. the thought of being alone in london for only one day and for the first time ever, not knowing perfect english {she was russian and just traveling through} carrying around a dead cell phone and no charger to revive it, and with a plane to catch in the middle of the night and no internet or google maps to get her to the correct national express bus stop – yeah, a lot of people would have been way more stressed out than she was.

without a semblance of a commitment for the rest of that day and with a childlike fondness of everything around central london’s riverbank, i quickly offered myself to her as her very own personal tour guide, free of charge. we walked and talked and walked and while she took photographs of sights never before seen, i also took photographs of the exact same buildings and bridges and angles – they weren’t new to me but i have only fallen more in love with them over time. by the end of our day together, after many many hours of perusing london paths, she expressed gratitude that i gave such a large amount of time to help her out and show her around. what she may not have known then but what i knew all along is that she did me a much bigger favor. with only days left before my unwilling return to the united states, my eyes had been reopened through a stranger {now friend} and i was able to see this amazing place in the same way that i had seen it for the very first time, many many months before.