Today is Monday, May 8th, but you already know this

What you might not know is that today is my life in London's 8th month anniversary (monthiversary?). Yeap, 8 months. According to the popular say, we have to be patient because our mothers had to wait for 9 months to see their little babies' cute faces. What does it mean? That after my 9th month in London I can freak out? Well, too late, I think I freak out at least once a month.

I finally went to the Borough Market. Too crowded. I couldn't get close to the tents (I don't know if there is an 'official' name), and it seemed to be even worse because of the rain. I think I have to go back there to buy some cheese though, and maybe try some food. Some people say that I should be more adventureous and try new stuff, but I have to confess that with food this can be really complicated, especially in an open market where you see people cooking and dealing with food in front of you. And it is not nice to see pig's heads hanging on the walls, or deer's bodies (with no head or feet) around. My stomach still relies a lot on my eyes and nose. Well, I did taste and enjoyed the red pepper and goat cheese soup of Pret-a-Manger though and this is quite a progress. However, as some people also say that I gotta be patient, I'm not going to change my eating habits from night to day, right? Some things that I used to hate and now I eat without getting sick: pepper (not big chunks yet), cucumber (I don't like the taste, but I can eat), ...

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I'm sure there are more things, but well, too much effort to remember now. Next step: go to a Japanese restaurant for some sushis (I really like Yakisoba).

So, it rained on the weekend! Of course, God is Brazilian, not British. Even though we manage to walk a bit (and get wet and cold) around central London and even saw two (French) films. If I keep that pace soon enough I will be needing no subtitles for French films.

Me hungry!