Poached Eggs

Right. So, have been in England for DAYS now, but lack of internet access plus general intimidation towards starting something new and epic has delayed my blog update progress. Now, just to make things clear at the beginning here I'd like to state that THIS IS FOR YOU 80 BRISTOL. And don't you guys forget it. I can't say no to such cuteness. So heregoes.

As you should probably already know, I've been in England for a few days already having flown out of Boston on September 30th. I went via Dublin, which meant that during that hellish two hours I spent in the Dublin airport at some unearthly hour I was able to comfort myself with BUTLERS HOT CHOCOLATE. Yes, Chelle. BUTLERS HOT CHOCOLATE. I'd write it again but I don't want to rub it in too much. BUTLERSHOTCHOCOLATEBUTLERHOTCHOCOLATEBUTLERSHOTCHOCOLATE. Okay, seriously I'm done now. London was fab. Can't say enough. I'd write everything I did and everything I ate but that would take waaaaaay too much effort and time. So I've decided to include some extracts of interest from my journal (highly edited, fictionalized, and improved) instead:

October 1st: The remaining afternoon was too gorgeous to pass up so we (Mumsie and I) just walked around, found lots of school children dressed up in uniforms, and sipped cappuchinos in the residential side of Kensington. We got horribly lost eventually and had to use the GPS to return to the hotel. Lesson learned: my sense of direction is far superior to Mums'. Synopsis: London is magic. Hustle and bustle and movement and life! No wonder Virginia Woolf couldn't stand to leave. Mum said that her only fear is that I'll never wan to come home again. She has a point.

October 2nd: The British Museum. Oliver! What else can I say?

October 3rd: We went back to Cafe Phillies this morning before leaving and it made us feel like London had already become our city when we walked in and the waiter said- recognizing us- "one cappuchino and white coffee coming up!" It's always been a dream of mine to walk into a restaurant and say "the usual." This time I didn't even have to order. Currently in Oxford and all the students have begun arriving already with their families. Every inn, B&B, guest house, and hotel is completely booked. Basically all of them are so-cute-I-want-to-vom-cute as well. Like, seriously. I want to start skipping and singing Disney songs in this medieval throwback of a town.

October 4th: No journal entry yet existing because THAT IS TODAY. Exciting photos shall arrive shortly.

BUTLERSHOTCHOCOLATE.