This past January, I snuck over to London for five days (really four, on account of spending a day in Paris, too) and finally realized: I love London. On previous visits, I merely appreciated London for it’s familiarity: a vibrant, diverse city, the lack of a language barrier, and endless culture. But in the past, I got swept up in pounding the pavement and trying to visit every must-see attraction and flat out missed its character. There was also the time R. and I were visiting while managing on one salary and the exchange rate crushed most of our enjoyment (e.g., “$40 for a mediocre hamburger?!”). But, the third time was a charm: the days were leisurely paced and un-rushed, I revisited favorite museums and exhibitions, got lost among the English mansions of Notting Hill, and the food, oh, the delicious food! I get it now, London is lovely.