Today, I got up, took a shower in the community shower stall, and got ready again. I ate breakfast, of course, in the basement cafeteria. My diet consists of yogurt and rice krispy cereal and milk. Today, I added eggs, bad idea- I tasted them all day long. I even brushed my teeth. The group went to London's Parks today. Dr. Bibbee sure likes to walk a lot: umm...death march I would call it. First, we climbed Primrose Hill; I think Lacy has a finish line photo of me. I have never smoked in my entire life, and I was huffing and puffing. Then, we walked to Regents Park. It was breathtaking; I am used to the pastoral landscape; however, the gardens were gorgeous. The flowers were so beautiful and colorful. I usually do not like a bunch of color, but this was pretty. The trees which led to a little momument reminded me of this film that I watched in European Film class: The Conformist. Sort of creepy. We then marched on to Hyde Park. I got to put my hands in the water in Princess Diana's Memorial Fountain. I loved her; I cried when she died. I don't envy her life. I am glad that I got to see where she got married, where her funeral was held, and lastly, her memorial fountain. This is an awesome experience!
Next, we walked on to St. James Park, and Green Park. (I may forget the order of those because my foot had developed a huge freakin blister on the bottom of it..) I now have swollen feet; I can hardly get my shoes on, and I have blister plasters on my heels, pinky toes, and the bottom of my foot, as well as an invisible gel cushion from Dr. Scholl's. Ugh, I spent 11 pounds on that crap.) I have smooth feet, so blisters are inevitable, I guess. I will be needing a pedi when I return to the United States.
Speaking of which, when I got to Robert Dyas store in Brunswick Square this evening, the man that checks me out says: You have an American accent; I love that. So, I say, yes, I'm from the United States. (gosh, the United States??) He said where from? I said: Alabama. He says, Al- la- bam- a? I am going on a road trip to Georgia, Atlanta, Alabama, and Louisiana. Where should I go in Alabama? Well, since I'm in awe of London, and have never traveled, I didn't have a clever answer...I'm like, well, I'm not sure.... He says: Should I keep driving through Alabama then? HAHAHA. I said, probably. I guess you had to be there. I'm working on my British accent, but I was tired from the death march (just kidding; it was fun) and my "American-ness" was showing through. That is like the third time I've been commented on for that. The first time was at the British Library; I had stopped to ask a lady where the Humanities Reading Room was; she said you have an American accent; where are you from? "Alabama." She says: Al - la - bam -a; I lived in Louisiana. Now, she had a very strong British accent, but if I stayed another month, I would as well.
I've digressed a bit. We passed by Buckingham Palace. I expected it to be grander, I think. It was huge, and the gates were pretty with the gold on them, but that's about all. Onward to the Tube Station.
I ate in the cafeteria. I am such a picky eater; I ate some of my spaghetti. This lady from Canada keeps talking to me a lot... I have that effect on some people apparently. They just tell me all of their stuff. It's the admissions counselor in me.
I am exhausted now. I'll post about my day today, tomorrow. Shakespeare's Globe Theatre: Much Ado about Nothing.
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