And Finally London

9-20-2008

Tickled pink is not only a terrible cliché phrase, but no where near describes how excited I was this morning. Yes, Paris was fantastic, but the entire time there all I could think was "London's only a day’s journey away"… and that’s what I’ve been waiting for.

We bussed to passport control. They stamped us into the country and from there, Rupert drove us onto a ferry that took us across the English channel.

From the ferry, just two hours stood between me and London! Longest two hours ever.

We finally arrived at the International Students House.  Luke, on of my roommates, arrived earlier that day with a few other students. We met up with them and as soon as we got our room keys, we were off to get settled in room 179 of Mary Travellian Hall.

As we got moved in, Chad poured Luke, himself, and me a shot of whiskey. We each took a moment to say what we had to say, why we are here, what we are looking forward to, and what we are expecting. That burning sensation on the back of our throats served as a pact that this semester was going to be the best of our lives.

That night consisted of us running to Tesco to pick up a few groceries and of course, some alcohol to celebrate our new arrival.