Eating my tasty feelings

It looks like actual London tourism is going to have to wait until I get back in April.  After shipping my clothes this morning, I made a valiant attempt to walk to Hyde Park, only to wipe out and bang up my left knee and elbow after going about a mile and a half.  I made it as far as Kensington gardens, but the throbbing of my knee and the soreness of my pride finally compelled me to turn around and limp back toward the hotel.  I stopped at the same pub on the way out and back, but on the second visit I opted for the usual diet soda, certain that my earlier indulgence in a half-pint of cider was to blame for the unfortunate spill.  It can't be just because I'm clumsy and don't look where I'm going. With my bags mostly packed to leave for the continent tomorrow, I soothed my wounds with some sushi takeout and a large piece of chocolate cake garnished with a cream puff.

I'm genuinely starting to get nervous about what's going to happen from tomorrow.  Getting around in London has been a piece of cake(tasty, tasty chocolate cake 🤤),  but I'm about to leave for places I've never been, where languages are spoken that I hardly know.  All my effort to study has resulted in little gain, and I feel like I know just enough to frustrate people and piss them off, but not to really converse.  I'll probably be ok in Spain, and will only be in the Netherlands and Germany for one day each(unless I get lost), but we're spending a week in Italy and going through France 3 separate times, and I just don't feel prepared.  I guess I'll try to study up before bed.  Being an annoying tourist is way harder than it looks.