Hey, Cutie
First full day in London has been great.
My hotel is very modern and interesting. Breakfast is served on couches. They have these TVs in the walls throughout the entire building. They show random abstract images including the inside of a lava lamp. The practical side of me thinks these TVs are completely useless. But the rest of me always want to stop and stare when the lava lamp image comes up. The only real problem I have with the place is the lack of soundproofing of the walls. When my neighbor is in his/her bathroom it sounds like he/she is in my bathroom. It's slightly disturbing.
Today I traveled on the tube and didn't get lost at all. Or die. Or end up having to sleep in a corner of the tunnel because I'd gotten so lost. I was rather happy about that. I went to the area where I'm going to live and have classes starting next week. I wandered around looking for my dorm. It started to rain a little so I went into the student union and sat in the caf. They had the TV on and it just so happened it was time to announce the location for the 2012 Olympics. When London was announced as the location, everyone cheered...Including me. It was entertaining.
After the rain stopped, I continued to wander. I found a book store and did the most important thing I'll do today: Reserved two copies of Harry Potter for Britt and myself...I would have gotten a third for Holly, but I know she likes paper backs.
After that I wandered some more...Eventually going into the library and asking for directions to my dorm. Then found dorm...Turns out we'll have a bit of a walk to the Harry Potter midnight party, but it's still very manageable.
After that I went to a cafe, had some coffee, watched the pigeons attack the table outside and steal food, etc.
I also had a fun conversation with a British street vendor:
Me: How much for this scarf?
Man: For you?
Man stands up and approaches me.
Man: You won't believe it...
He pauses for effect.
Man: ...800 dollars.
I make a fake-horrified face.
Man laughs.
Man: It's only 8.
I pay.
Man: Have a good holiday.
Me: You too.
As I begin to walk away. I silently wonder what British holiday it is.
Man: (calling after me) I'm not on holiday, you are. I'm working.
Right. Holiday=vacation
Me: Well then, have a good work day.
Man: I am. You just made my day.
One thing I've noticed about Europe is that men are more likely to say something to girls they don't know in the street. Usually such treatment makes me uncomfortable and I try to ignore guys that do that. But there's something about hearing "Hey, cutie" in a nice British accent that makes me smile.
Running out of time again.
I promise at some point I will tell you about the first two weeks of my trip.
My hotel is very modern and interesting. Breakfast is served on couches. They have these TVs in the walls throughout the entire building. They show random abstract images including the inside of a lava lamp. The practical side of me thinks these TVs are completely useless. But the rest of me always want to stop and stare when the lava lamp image comes up. The only real problem I have with the place is the lack of soundproofing of the walls. When my neighbor is in his/her bathroom it sounds like he/she is in my bathroom. It's slightly disturbing.
Today I traveled on the tube and didn't get lost at all. Or die. Or end up having to sleep in a corner of the tunnel because I'd gotten so lost. I was rather happy about that. I went to the area where I'm going to live and have classes starting next week. I wandered around looking for my dorm. It started to rain a little so I went into the student union and sat in the caf. They had the TV on and it just so happened it was time to announce the location for the 2012 Olympics. When London was announced as the location, everyone cheered...Including me. It was entertaining.
After the rain stopped, I continued to wander. I found a book store and did the most important thing I'll do today: Reserved two copies of Harry Potter for Britt and myself...I would have gotten a third for Holly, but I know she likes paper backs.
After that I wandered some more...Eventually going into the library and asking for directions to my dorm. Then found dorm...Turns out we'll have a bit of a walk to the Harry Potter midnight party, but it's still very manageable.
After that I went to a cafe, had some coffee, watched the pigeons attack the table outside and steal food, etc.
I also had a fun conversation with a British street vendor:
Me: How much for this scarf?
Man: For you?
Man stands up and approaches me.
Man: You won't believe it...
He pauses for effect.
Man: ...800 dollars.
I make a fake-horrified face.
Man laughs.
Man: It's only 8.
I pay.
Man: Have a good holiday.
Me: You too.
As I begin to walk away. I silently wonder what British holiday it is.
Man: (calling after me) I'm not on holiday, you are. I'm working.
Right. Holiday=vacation
Me: Well then, have a good work day.
Man: I am. You just made my day.
One thing I've noticed about Europe is that men are more likely to say something to girls they don't know in the street. Usually such treatment makes me uncomfortable and I try to ignore guys that do that. But there's something about hearing "Hey, cutie" in a nice British accent that makes me smile.
Running out of time again.
I promise at some point I will tell you about the first two weeks of my trip.
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