*deep breath* Oh boy, this might take me a while.

( Our trip through London )

( Saturday - Wimbledon )

So that was that. Wimbledon is unbelievable. Everything is in spotless condition and everything, absolutely everything is green and purple, right down to the purple-tinted windows and pretty much exclusively purple flowers, with the odd white one dotted here and there. Close up, the grass courts look more like a carpet, flat and so very green. We were so very lucky not to get rained on, though it threatened all day and I still can't get over how odd live tennis is to see. For the first set of Juanqui's match I couldn't quite conquer the feeling that I was watching it all on strange TV screen. Obviously going for court two tickets instead of one was frustrating when the rain our reasoning hinged upon never happened, but it was Wimbledon. It's so amazing and bizarre to think that I've been, that I've sat on Henman Hill Murray Mount - what are we calling it now? It's officially called Aorangi Terrace but I'm voting for Roddick Ridge or Federer's Field - and been to the places they show on TV. I've got a much better idea of the whole geography of everything now and it is very very surreal to think 'I was there, I *did* that'. It was even worth sleeping in a field for. And oh hell yes, I'll be back next year.

Well that was our Wimbledon trip and now I'm home for the summer. My room is an absolute disaster area of bags and it was very sad to leave my empty-and-spotless university room (it was even more frustrating to know I'll be moving back into the *exact* same room in three and a half months.) I'm still exhausted and a little dazed at the whole last few days. I don't think it's all quite sunk in yet.

Off to shower and wash my hair and generally just try to get my mind working again. Wimbledon. Dude, that was insane.

Clo