In London we happened to walk past a statue of Michael Faraday outside the Institution of Engineering and Technology.  I had Shama stop and take a picture of me with him.  (Nice pose, Evan.)

While we were walking away, another dude was getting another lady to take his picture in front of the statue. When I asked if he was an engineer too, the lady laughed, nodded,  and rolled her eyes.

In Dublin Shama had me stop and take a photo of her punching James Joyce in the balls.

I guess we all have our heroes.

In the London tube stations there were a bunch of travel ads for Chicago.  I didn’t see many ads for other places — maybe one or two for Aruba — but maybe I just didn’t notice the other places.  

The ads weren’t very good, but everytime I saw one I felt the need to point it out.  Look!  It’s Chicago!  I think it made Shama a little homesick.  It made me a little homesick too even though I’d only been gone for a couple weeks.