*Disclaimer*I have been told that accounts of our own memories change over time. Seeing as I’ve been unable to blog about Monday, August 1st, 2011 for two days now, I’d like to begin by adding this disclaimer: BELIEVE AT YOUR OWN RISK. Personally, I do remember being greeted by William and Katie (yes, she lets me call her that) upon our arrival at Heathrow on Saturday, July 31st. Whether or not it was in Dreamland or on this spherical planet we call Earth is up to you to decide.
Thank you for reading. You may now proceed.
Interweb! How I have missed you so! As Kathy posted a few days ago, we had a slight problem with gaining internet access in our dorms. The reason given for not being able to access the wireless network here at the University of East London was that “immature male” college students like to search for “naughty” things over the internet, and the only way to add a sort of parental control, we would need to be issued internet cords…which didn’t arrive in our rooms until yesterday afternoon…exactly THREE days after arriving in London. Apparently people aren’t as addicted to Facebook here in the U.K. as we are, because being unable to update my status for over four days (yes, I’m including flight times) has been a nightmare for this here American girl. But I guess constantly hearing sexy European accents makes up for that (insert playful wink here).
Alright so here goes a brief (and hopefully sweet?) summary of the day’s events:
After breakfast on Monday, the girls and I had some free time. We decided to navigate ourselves through London’s light rails and underground tunnels and head out to do a bit of shopping at the centers at Canary Wharf. The only interesting things I’d like to add about our
experience in London’s malls are this: the locals walk faster here than they do in New York City, and all the locals can either be classified into two groups – friendly or non-friendly. Oh one more thing! We all met R.Patz (that’s Robert Pattinson for all you non-Twilight fans) chilling at one of the coffee shops, puffing on a fag (that’s cigarette for all us Yanks). He was really great! I must’ve accidentally deleted the many pictures we took with him, and I guess I accidentally threw away the autograph he signed because I can’t seem to find these things anywhere….
Later on, the girls and I split up into two packs. To avoid the fast-paced friendlies that were our tour guides, Cara and Aldis went exploring London on their own. Jenny and I met up with Kathy at Green Park (lovely place!) and began our “Royal Wedding Walk” with London Tours. Surprisingly, the two-and-a-half hour walking tour not only included quips about Will and Katie, but also about Queen Victoria, Prince Charles, and the many other men who married for necessity but slept around for “love.” Katy, our jolly tour guide made up for the tremendously hot sun that gave me a lovely headache and farmer’s tan, and I’d definitely recommend booking with London Tours to all of you who are considering visiting London.Fortunately for my disinterest in the history of drinking places, but unfortunately for all of you, I did not go on the Thames River Pub Walk with the rest of the class. However, the ladies informed me that it wasn’t the best thing since sliced bread (particularly, sliced Jewish Rye bread which you get at Sam’s club for half off/two-for-the-price-of-one). But if pubs are your sort of thing, friendly Londoners who own giant dogs are more than happy to point you in the direction of the next nearest pub with a great history behind it too.
Picture 1: Jenny, Aldis, Cara and I outside of Jubilee Place Shopping Mall at Canary Wharf
Picture 2: Spencer House (Princess Diana was from this line of aristocrats)
Picture 3: Jenny and I in front of St. James Cathedral
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