This week has held many adventures. On Monday I searched the whole of the area nearby my school for postcards. Now when you aren't looking for something, it is naturally easy to find, and usually there are postcards spurting out the ying-yang. But on a rainy day that you decide to wander about on your own looking for postcards, every store you walk into will look at you like you are crazy for asking about them, and tell you that they don't have any. Finally I found a little store with lots of postcards, so I bought 20 and then spent the next hour filling them out. It was a fun time. :)
On Wednesday we went for a walk and ended up at a little church called Saint Sepulchre. It was originally built in 1103, and finished in 1173! And then it was rebuilt and enlarged in 1450, and restored in 1670, so this little church had a lot of history.
Thursday was my friend Emily's birthday. It was really rainy and we took a walking tour with our history class. That kind of bummed her out. :)
Guildhall.
And the inside!
Then we went to dinner, which was awesome, and Othello, and which was not quite as awesome, due to the large number of understudies it employed!
Joel, Me, and Emily at dinner.
We of course saw the ancient Roman Baths still present from when the Romans invaded and took over the island of Britain back in 43 AD.
We also walked all around, saw some pretty amazing buildings, as well as the Museum of Fashion!
The Circle! It was so huge, I could barely fit it all in. Gorgeous though. :)
And then, since it was Friday the 13th, disaster struck. On the way back, Emily, Kathryn and I boarded a very crowed train home. It was so crowed we all had to stand in the isle for 35 minutes until the first stop. Finally we found seats, and sank, exhausted, into them. There we sat for another 2 hours, when we began to realize we should be back in London by now. That's right, for 2 hours and 25 minutes we rode a train in the completely wrong direction and didn't notice. We ended up on the southern coast of England, literally at the sea side. We finally got directions back to London, and while waiting for the next train we decided to get food. The station cafe closed RIGHT as we reached it, and then the vending machine was out of order, that is when I turned to Emily and Kathryn and said, "OH MY GOSH! Its Friday the 13th!" That explained it. But four hours later than we were planning, we made it back to the tube station, on the complete opposite side of London that we should have come in on on the correct train. It was a lovely accidental trip to the southern side of England, but we made it back safe and sound!
3 comments:
He, he, he, he...you don't even know how hard I am laughing at you right now. Alec is laughing at you too. = )Happy Friday the 13th and Valentine's Day to you, sister dearest!!!
Luv, Alissa
Hey, I just realized that your yellow shoes match the giraffe on your bag! You're sooo coordinated!!
Love ya, baby girl,
Mum
You are having so much fun! I see in your pictures some of my favorite English sites - I loved going to Bath - did you have scones and tea at the Pump Rooms? And weren't the baths amazing? Those Romans were pretty crafty! I think I remember the Guild Hall and st. Sepulchre, too. That would have been from a big red bus, though, so we didn't get to look inside.
Carol Schluter (auntie)
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