I had always felt so comfortable in Europe, especially in England, where I had a huge following and where people has just gone mad over the remix album of my shake-your-booty hits, Life Is a Dance. So Londoners saw me, knew me, and were, for the most part, pretty cool. Sure, a bobby, a shopkeeper, or a lorry driver might say hi, smile, wave, ask easy for an autograph, but nobody got all stupid and in a frenzy. I was able to go about my business in peace—to pick up some herbs and garlic or even a box of sanitary napkins—without finding myself at the head of a parade. Made a girl feel respected, appreciated for her talent, versus being merely a fixation for stargazers.