Oh what a beautiful weekend.
I must apologize for the wait! It has taken me this long to find even a little free time to type this blog up. I hope you enjoy it!
I woke up Thursday morning at 8:30 (US time), and then headed to the airport. My flight from Dallas FW to Chicago was pretty simple, and I met a few of my other AIFS students, so that was nice! A few hours later, we got on the plane to London. In the next seat was a lady from Bulgaria, and she was wonderful to talk to! She lived in Chicago for the last 5 or so years, and was going to visit friends in London. We talked a little about her Bulgarian heritage, and how interesting it was for her to live in Chicago. Once on the way there, her mother called, and as they were speaking in Bulgarian, I was so jealous! Why was I not raised to learn other languages in America?! I would love to be bilingual! (Although, I would actually have to study the language a lot, and I’m not sure I can see that happening…)
Immediately after the flight, we arrived at the Hotel in London (it was a Holiday Inn, America!) and met some more students. Four of us girls from DFW decided to immediately go and visit the Tower of London, which was fantastic! I pretty much video-taped the entire thing, so if you want to see a “virtual” tour of the Fortress, I’m your girl!
Later on that evening, after lugging around my heavy backpack all day, walking up probably thousands of stairs, and getting lost (which is normal for me!), I finally got to sleep at 5:30 (US time), which was 12:30 in London. I was surprised how well I could function after being awake for 33 hours straight!
Thursday and Friday’s observations:
1. English men like to run in short shorts.
2. Losing something every day and then finding it is going to become a fun new daily routine for me, apparently! Don’t I sound excited? On the airplane I lost my glasses (and then found them), and on Thursday I left my wallet (and then found it). So far, I have misplaced my keys in Austria, lost my wallet 3 times or so, and I think now I am losing my mind. J
3. Do not go to a play if you haven’t slept in 33 hours. It was supposedly a very funny British play, but I honestly couldn’t tell you, as I was half-asleep through the entire thing. I think all I remember is dozing off, until after some loud laughing from the crowd I would jolt up and be confused. If you ever find yourself in this situation, just keep clapping as I did. And don’t bother trying to follow the plot, either. But hey, I would recommend the play to anyone!
Saturday was quite a “dashing” day, as they say in Britain (or as I believe they should say in Britain- who doesn’t like the word “dashing”?). We got a nice guided tour of the city, and afterwards, had free time to travel. I am a huge Beatles fan, and those of you who are fans as well I expect might be a little jealous. Get ready for it, and hold on to your hats….
I went on Abbey Road. That’s right, the actual Abbey Road from the Beatle’s album cover. Not only did I get a picture on Abbey Road, but I didn’t even get hit by a car while doing it! There is no stop sign there, you see, so this is pretty impressive.
And for those of you Harry Potter fans, you may be a little jealous as well, if you see my photo at Platform 9 and ¾. Yep, it was at King’s Cross, but a little tricky to find, I must warn you. Too bad the brick wall was not real, and the Platform was hidden in between a construction site. But hey, I still saw it! I also was lucky enough to see the bridge from the 6th movie.
Saturday’s observations:
1. London is expensive. And nothing is free. Now I know why everyone comes to live in America!
2. I was prepared that most of this would happen, but still….misplacing my tube ticket, as well as locking myself out of my hotel room, was not as fun as it should be.
3. Men in London like to jump in front of your camera. I don’t quite understand why, maybe it is because we are tourists and they are amused, or they are just egotistical and like to be in pictures. Either way, I have quite a few lovely shots of British men jumping in front of my original intended photograph.
4. Oh yeah, and just because British people speak English does not mean that you will understand them!
Sunday’s 5 am wake-up call was not too pleasant, let me just say. And being at the airport waiting on your plane for 3 hours was not too pleasant either! But, if all else fails, just play trivial pursuit to pass the time. We arrived in Salzburg that evening, and it was well worth the long journey there. I don’t think that I have ever been anywhere else as beautiful as Austria, and I’m not sure I ever will!