
So today is the official first day of summer term. I really don't get what the point of this term is. We basically have an entire month to study for finals with one revision class for each subject. I guess I'm not complaining, it's just weird!
In light of not being able to go to Greece because of the volcano, I went to London from Thursday until Sunday. Thursday night Liz and I went to the Kate Nash concert, which was amazing! It was at a really small venue, so we were literally 10 feet away from her. Friday Liz went to Beligum for the day with her family friends who were visiting, so I met up with Jelyse, Joanna, and Chris and we went to Hyde park and laid out for the day. Friday night Christie and her friend Sara and I went out to dinner at this AMAZING Italian place. Sara almost got mugged before we went into the res
taurant and it was so scary. While she was at the ATM people came up waving around newspapers and yelling and then managed to try and withdraw 200 pounds from her account, but she took it and ran. Yikes. Friday night we somehow made it into one of the notoriously elite clubs in London...it was INSANE and not real life. One of the girls in Christie's program met these guys from Nigeria who like hanging out with Americans, so they took about 10 of us out for predrinks at a place where one small champagne glass of a drink was 11 pounds! So the equivalent of about 16 or 17 American dollars. We then went to this club called Runway, where you usually have to be on a guestlist and pay a ridiculous cover, but we all somehow got in without paying anything. We knew we were out of place when we had to do a fingerprint for the coat check. The place was really cool and fun, but I don't see why anyone would pay that much money to do the same thing you can do at any other normal club.Saturday Liz and I went to Regents park and took a nap in the sun until dinner. For dinner we got Mexican, which was amazing also. All the restaurants in London are soooo good but so expensive!! My meal cost about 17 US dollars. And that's on the lower end in terms of cost. At night we met up with Thomas, Brendan, Michael, and some of there friends and went to a small pub for a few drinks. I've known those boys since kindergarten...who would have guessed in our St. Louis days that we would be in London together 15 years later? It's so weird how time flies and how small the world is.
On Sunday I was scheduled to leave London with a prepaid ticket at 12:20 pm. I left Liz's flat at 11 am...and didn't make it back to Essex until 5 pm. It should be a 50 minute train ride. Apparently my train was canceled because of construction, so I had to take a combination of 5 different buses and trains. The bus I took went through a terrible neighborhood and I was pretty scared. I have definitely gotten the hang of traveling by myself and figuring this stuff out on my own, but I definitely did not enjoy having no idea where I was going and just showing up at another station with no clue what train to get on next. After being away for the weekend, I always feel so relieved to get on the bus from the Colchester train station, going through town, passing Tesco, and seeing the towers in the distance. Colchester feels like home after running around big and busy cities.
I can't believe I'll be home in six weeks. I am SO EXCITED. This has no doubt been the best experience of my life, but I will be so ready to come home to the most amazing friends and family. I was going to try to surprise my parents by coming home a week early, but there are no flights for when I would want to go. And I think that my Dad might have had a heart attack if I showed up at the door unplanned. My Mom would probably just start laughing and crying but I really think my Dad would actually go into shock and possibly be mad that he didn't know I was flying across the Atlantic Ocean. I know that time is going to fly, and I have another trip planned for Rome and Barcelona! Should be a really good time. In the meantime, my thoughts are seriously always with everyone at home, and I cannot wait until I can see you all and hug you for hours.
LOTS of love from England
I just returned from Paris two days ago, which was amazing. Although I had heard this many times before, I didn't realize how truly rude the Parisians can be. At first my French was extremely rusty, but by the end of the trip I was able to have several meaningful conversations, including how to get somewhere on the metro and where I could find a cash machine and umbrella. I understood a lot more than I could speak. Surprisingly, a LOT of people speak English there. Every restaurant we went to had English speaking waiters. (Especially McDonalds, which is the only thing open on Sundays in Paris).