a final post.

I was going to blog yesterday. It seemed only fitting as it was June 10, just one month since my arrival back in Boston. However, as I sat on my daily commute on the T, nostalgic for the cleaner and faster Tube, I still had no idea what to write. Truthfully, I still don't. How exactly do you conclude four months, months which I will probably later consider a substantial part of my life? How do you put memories and thoughts and emotions into words and how do you draw wisdom from something which was seemingly so eye-opening yet fun?

So, I decided to conclude it in a similar fashion to how this blog not so long ago began, with a list, the list of things I already miss, of things that are suddenly different at home and things that probably will never change. I apologize if it seems to be just a mess of different things put together into a post, but I couldn't think of a better way to explain and conclude my life living in one of the most beautiful and enchanting cities I've ever visited.

And I digress, the things that I miss--
1. As I already implied, the tube, for its efficiency, cleanliness, even with the lack of trash barrels within 100 yards of every station. I certainly thank it for getting me to and from class, work and everywhere else in between in a quick fashion, to quick for me to even pull out a book, which I now do every day on the commute from Wellington Station to Back Bay Station, and then again in the traffic of 93 N. Did I mention that I hateee traffic?

2. The Champion and Eagle, where I wish I had had the courage to ask how they made or where they got their veggie burgers. Thank you for feeding me for months and for serving delicious things such as the aforementioned veggie burgers and mushy peas. I'm working on the chef at work to make me some mushy peas and maybe, just maybe, add them to the menu, because after all, fish & chips aren't fish and chips without the mushy peas, or steak fries, but that's an entirely different discussion to bring up with chef. Oh and pims, Champion & Eagle definitely provided my fair share of Pims.

3. While we're on the subject of food, not that you're suprised, I won't even begin to tell you how much I miss the cuisines of both Greece & Italy, Amsterdam & Pari, and yes even London, I miss the wonder of sushi in London, which I never expected to be good. But boy, I was gladly surprised. A special thanks to itsu and wasabi for quickly providing delicious sushi and for being just one of the few places which serves BimBop. And also to hiyasaka sushi in covent garden for making it possible to completely over eat Sushi.

4. The ease of traveling. While driving the three hours to Stamford, CT to visit friends last week, it occurred to me how much more of a challenge the US was to travel. Even more so, when one of my British colleagues asked me to meet him for a weekend in San Francisco, and they think Americans don't know our geography?? I had to inform him that traveling to San Francisco is about as easy as traveling to, well, London! Anyway, it was in those moments that I realized I couldn't just hope on the T or the Stansted Express or a quick and cheap plane to take me to places I've never dreamed of going to. Just to get to work has suddenly become an order with a 15 min drive to the train station then 20 min T ride to the Back and then the walk to work, and that's all without traffic, which as it is you know a Monday, or Tuesday or even Sunday is always in full form...and yes, I've already blogged about traffic. I won't even extend that to 5 hour bus rides to NYC or expensive flights just to get back and forth to Madison. And, as much as I love NYC and Madison, they're definitely no Rome or Santorini.

5. The friends I made. Now separated across the country for over a month, it's funny how for granted you take living and spending almost all hours with certain people. You realize that like college and even camp, being abroad with people, you learn things about people you wouldn't realize under normal conditions. You learn what people are like to live with and travel with and discover new things with. In the process, I found some great friends and even some best friends. Many of which will luckily be around in Madison in the fall, which is just something for me to look forward to.


It's funny being away from home for so long. And I haven't been home for awhile. Including my semester abroad, fall semester in Madison, last summer in Madison and all of last year at school, I hadn't been home for more than 2 weeks since I left for sophomore year. You forget what home's really like. You get this grand idea in your head that you think home is and suddenly you're there, laying in your bed at 12:20 in my childhood home in Andover, Mass. Is it what I had in my head? Well that's the funny thing. Sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes its better, sometimes its worse. Home, sometimes sweet, home and I can't believe how fast a month's already gone by.

So with that, I'm saying goodbye to the blog and goodbye to all of you. This blog has been a wonderful way to remember some of the best and worst days, weeks and months of my life. As a diary of what I did and a journal which got me through it all, I'm not sure how I would have gone abroad without a blog! So to all of you, thank you for bearing with me through past 6 months and supporting me in this and for always encouraging me to keep blogging, some of you even encouraging me to write a book, maybe one day! With ideas in the works, a potential cooking/photographing my way to a cookbook blog or a senior year bucket list blog, I may be back and I'll be sure to let you all know if and when that happens. But for now, I'll see you all around!

With that, carlyonqueue, over and out.

The final trip

5 am on Monday May 10 came quick. Before I knew it we were leaving the El Greco hotel and I had a long day ahead of me taking me all the way back to Boston, MA. I was full of both excitement and dread. I was not looking forward to the 22 hours of traveling I had ahead of me but after 4 months, I was ready to return home.

So we hoped in a cab from our hotel to take us to the Santorini airport where we would all fly from Santorini to Athens before many of us parted ways for the last time. I had a plan: sleep through the flight to Athens. Mission Accomplished.
Then we arrived in Athens where Katie, Becky and Avery had flights to Atlanta, GA, Paris and Madrid. So Hannah and I left them and made our way through the airport just in time to board our next flight, Athens to London, the plan again was to sleep. This time, mission was not quite as successful. With a breakfast served on board and a free movie, we watched television, talked and slept a little. Then we were back on familiar grounds at Heathrow. London for the last few hours, what did we do? Went through passport control, who discussed the bars we went to rather than the classes we took, got our bags and went through customs and then found a pub to enjoy one more fish & chips. Then I was on my own again, which was weird because I hadn't flown alone since I first arrived in London.
So I went underground to go from Terminal 1 to Terminal 3 so I could get on my final flight from London to Boston. So I arrived at the Terminal and went to check in, which is what brought on trouble. I walked up to the counter to check in and the not-so-friendly employee helping me informed me that my flight was cancelled. Oh god. Volcano strikes again? But I had JUST checked my flight online and it was on time. So I asked how that was possible. Then she realized I wasn't on that flight...idiiot...but that my flight would most likely get cancelled as well. Great. But she took my bag anyway and told me that my gate would be posted by 2:30 and that it may be later than that and that of course my flight could get delayed up until the minute its supposed to leave the gate. Then she took my bag and she told me my bags would be checked through to Boston. Needless to say, I did not like her. Then I called my mother freaking out and crying that I would not get home before sitting down just infront of the screen which posts the gates and sat there watching for the remaining hour I had before it was supposed to board, very very anxiously. By 2:45, my flight had a gate and I was checking in to again wait for us to board, which did not happen until 3:30. The flight attendant told us to be quick as we had a 4:00 runway time...which we didn't make so we again had to wait until 5. By that time, I was ready to go still convinced this flight would never take off. But, it did. I got lucky being on the only flight out of 3 American Airlines flights to Boston that day to get out. Only took us an extra couple of hours and got a few interesting views of the Volcano. I hate that volcano, can't say I'm upset to not be under its shadow anymore. Then from a distance I saw it, that familiar coastal town, the colorful water tower and the runway always seemingly too close to the ocean. Boston was on the horizon and I was finally home.
Before long, I was going through passport control, picking up my bags and going through customs for the final time. I was greeting my mom on familiar soil, who had a french toast bagel with honey walnut cream cheese and a bottle of water ready for me, she knows me well and yes, I felt like it was real, I was actually home., We then made the trek to the car then the quick drive up 93 to Andover. Exhausted, I hung out with my family before passing out in my own bed...I felt as though I might sleep forever...maybe I did.

Santorini

You know that island you think of when you think of the Greek Islands? It's beyond beautiful with all sorts of white buildings lining cliffs and beautiful blue topped churches. Or it's the one in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, 1 and 2. Well that's Santorini, probably the most picturesque place I have ever been.

Upon arrival, after a quick 25 minute flight, we arrived in Santorini. Eager to grab our bags, although Hannah's took a little longer than usual, we headed to grab a cab to take us to the hotel, where we planned to hit the pool or beach or just sun, whatever our hotel had. So we headed to the cab line, where I told them we needed two cabs. He answered 5 people? And I said yes, 2 cabs and he showed me to his small sedan and said 1 cab. It was like a clown car, like when the Holsteins and Swartzs used to try and fit all 8 of their family members, their 2 large dogs and luggage all into Beth's station wagon. Our cab driver put 4 of us in the back, 1 in front, 3 bags on the top fastened in with rope and 2 bags in the trunk. It was unbelievable. Then before we knew it, we had arrived at our hotel, El Greco Hotel. The hotel did not disappoint either. With beautiful vilas, 3 pools, 1 pool bar, 1 restaurant and a lot of comfy chairs, we were pleased. Then quickly got into our rooms and out by the pool, with snacks, to discuss what we wanted to do with our final 4 days in Santorini. Oh and did we have plans. Within an hour, we spoke with the conceirge and had our 3 days planned.

Day 1:
Our first day, we walked the 10 minute walk to Fira, the capital city, and found our way to the tram, which was to take us down the cliff, with beautiful views, to the Old Port. From there, we then planned to ride the donkeys up the cliff. Now, I really wanted to ride the donkeys. I felt like it was a must-do for Santorini. However, if you know me at all, you might know about my fear of undomesticated animals, and by undomesticated I mean anything about dogs and cats, and yes that includes strays, those scare me too. I have no idea why. It's not rational. Nothing I do or think or say is. Anyway, we decided on our order, Kate then Avery then Hannah then me then Becky. I figured it was good, I was near Hannah who is good with animals and in front of Becky who rides horses. So we were off to a good start. Up until we go to the first curve and the donkeys ahead of me had gotten off to a quick start. But Becky caught up to me and I was fine for a few minutes. Then my donkey got confused. He slowed down and somehow lost Becky's donkey. Mind you, these donkeys don't really have a system. One donkey has a bell attached and he leads and the rest follow the bell. No guides go with you. So when my donkey lost becky's donkey, it lost its bell and had no idea where to go. So she yelled to me different ways to get him to move and he slowly did. But then it got worse. He stopped again and again and would not move. He was lost and then he sensed my fear. Thus I sat in the middle of this cliff with no one in front of me or behind me, SCREAMING. HELP ME! Oh god, it was terrifying. The man up above saw it too. Then the donkey began to HOWL, it was a noise I hope to never hear again. And then he continued to do it until 3 Greek girls came down to path and decided to help me. However, their help turned into the donkey RUNNING down the mountain, at full speed. I've never seen a donkey move so fast. So one of the Greek girls had to find a way to stop him and help get me off. As I heard the man above yell, that's not supposed to happen. So my new friend, the Greek girl, helped me navigate the path and find the man who worked at the bottom and translated what had happened. He wanted to put me back on a donkey, I wanted my money back. We compromised and he put me back on the donkey and then attached my donkey to another donkey, which he hoped on, and led me up the mountain. In the end it was okay, but after my experience with a hostile donkey, I dont think Im rushing back to ride the donkeys anytime soon!
After the tramatic event, we got to the top, bought the photos, yes I wanted proof I had done it, and decided to walk around Fira. With so many cute shops we spent the rest of the morning before getting lunch, which had the most beautiful view I have ever seen. Then we headed back to the pool to start tanning, and yes, we did get more tzatziki as a snack. That night, we planned to go to Oia, the town on the tip of Santorini, which is known for the most spectacular views. So we went for dinner and enjoyed it.
Day 2:
On Saturday, we had arranged to spend the day on a private Catamaran. The Boat took us by the black and white beach and showed us the island. It headed out to the volcano islands and allowed anyone who wanted to swim to go into the hot springs. It was a little cold for my liking plus I was still feeling fine and not sea sick so I didn't want to push it. Note to self: bring dremamine. The boat included drinks and food so after the swimmers got back on the boat we headed in between the two volcano islands for lunch, where we served a delicious barbeque of tzatziki, eggplant spread, greek salad, chicken kebabs and the most delicious lamb sausages. Then we headed back to the port enjoying apples and cinnamon and wine for dessert and, when we were back on land, homemade ice cream bars. We then spent the remainder of the day sunburning at the hotel and ended up eating dinner in comfy chairs at the hotel pool, perfect. And yes, they had dolmas and tzatziki.
Day 3:
Our final day in Santorini was also my final day in Europe, sans that whole travel day I had ahead of me...yuck. So we spent it relaxing, snacking, swimming at the hotel. And again, ate dinner in the same comfy chairs before packing up everything and preparing for our 5am departure for the airport the following morning. Oh was that Monday going to be a long day. But more on that later.

Athens

We arrived in Athens on Monday afternoon with just enough time to check in to our hotel, take naps and then head to the small town near our hotel, we stayed outside the city near the beach thus making our walk to dinner each night filled with sand, water and if you have facebook, jumping pictures on the beach! Anyway, the first night, eager for Greek food, we headed in to town searching for the first Greek restaurant we could find. We had already determined that we would eat Greek food and only greek food for the following week...and at that, we were pretty damn successful. However, on that first night, we seemed to be walking down the International Street walking by Italian, American and Mexican Restaurants. You name a non-Greek type of cuisine and we probably walked by it. However, we did persevere and found a cute Greek restaurant where we sat outside and ordered ourselves some pita, tzatziki (you'll notice that was consumed a lot), a warm goat cheese dish, beet salad, greek salad and chicken kebabs. It lived up to every expectation.
The next morning, we woke up early to get a jump start on our first day in Athens, which we planned to spend seeing the sites. We climbed the Acropolis and saw the Agoras. Enjoyed Greek Salads, Tzatziki, Dolmas (also a trend you'll notice, although this one was the best--served warm in my favorite greek soup broth) and Spanikopita. Then continued on to see the Olympic Stadium. We got lucky as with the strikes in Athens, everything that day was closing early around 3ish. Thus, exhausted, we went home for naps then headed out to one of the restaurants we spotted on the beach the night before.
Our second day in Athens, we planned to spend exploring the Plaka. DING! DING! DING! For those of you paying attention to dates or current events, we were in Athens on the day you probably saw it on the news filled with riots and strikes in downtown. However, we planned ahead and decided we wanted to go into the city center so we left bright and early, before the taxis joined the strike and hit the plaka for some shopping. Then enjoyed a long lunch, yes there was tzatziki, before trying to find a way to get home. The hotel had told us we could probably find a cab but we were out of luck so we did as they told us and called them to see if they could get us a ride home. They directed us to the tram, which was conveniently located near Parliament. DING DING DING AGAIN! Yes, Parliament is where the strikes and fire and bombs and riots you saw on TV were happening. What kind of hotel tells you to go to the strike? Luckily, we didn't listen to them and continued to look for a cab, which we successfully found! By then, of course, we managed to be hungry again and went to dinner again in the town near our hotel, a Mediterranean place, yes there were more dolmas and tzatziki, and grabbed some gelato for our walk home on the beach.

By Wednesday night, I couldn't believe the next morning, I'd be boarding a plane to my last destination on our extended semester vacation. However, Santorini was next and there's nothing bad about that.

Barcelona

It's been too long for an apology so instead of wasting time with one, I'll get right to telling you about the end of my semester abroad a la Barcelona, Athens and Greece and maybe I'll even dazzle you with some kind of conclusion, you know what I learned over there or something like that. However, this might be coming to you in installments seeing as its already 12:20. And with that, I quit procrastinating.

BARCELONA--
We last left off on Friday morning as my friends and I journeyed to Barcelona. Arriving smack dab in the middle of siesta, we spent the afternoon in the hotel. To be honest, I was bored, really bored. However, by 830, Siesta was over so we headed over to the the tapas bar across the street, which we had conveniently been watching all afternoon and it looked good. Upon walking in, we immediately befriended the waitor who was quick to bring over the sangria and his English speaking self to help us decipher the menu and direct us on what we should order. Within 15 minutes, different plates of delicious tapas, which Hannah correctly taught me to pronounce, were slowly being placed in front of us: Goat Cheese in Philo, Fried Calamari, Eggplant Crisps, Grilled Scallions with a delicious sauce, croquettes and more. While it seemed almost unimaginable, we consumed it all and loved every bite of it.
The next morning, we slept in. With not a lot on our agenda, we left the hotel around 12 to get some lunch and walk around the port. We went to a restaurant down near the port, which the hotel suggested. While on the pricey side, Paella was on the menu and this was a must-do for my Barcelona Agenda. We then walked home via the port stopping for pictures and market stands and of course street crepes (this one had white chocolate...my favorite!). We then were back in time again for siesta where we hit the roof top of our hotel for naps then again via window watching picked another restaurant for dinner, an Italian restaurant across the street.
After a not so busy day, I was antsy for adventure. So we decided to head down to Las Ramblas, where we conveniently bumped into 2 of the boys from Palace Court, who joined us for lunch, more tapas, and to explore Barcelona. With their map, and Hannah's friends studying abroad in Barcelona, we were on the subway and off to Parc Guell, Sangrada Familia and more of the Guadia Architecture. We had certainly earned our siesta today but planned to meet up with the boys again for the light show and the infamous Barcelona club scene. So, after our naps, we were off again to Bar La Pepa, our favorite restaurant across the street with our favorite waiter. Then hoped in cabs to take us over to the Magic Fountains, a light show which is done to music, both classical and modern. We sat in awe and also wondering, what does one major in to become a magic fountain engineer? designer? who knows! Then we were read to hit the Dow Jones Bar, a bar suggested to us by others studying abroad with us in London who made it to Barcelona before us. This bar was of course set up to resemble the stock market, as demand changed for the drinks--so did the prices! Also, Hannah would probably want me to tell you, she took a shot on fire.

While maybe it's because I've never taken a single spanish class and I never really had any interest in Spain, I wouldn't call Barcelona my favorite city. While beautiful with architecture so unique, which I've decided is beginning to probably sound not unique to all of you, because what city did I not find so different than everything else?! The things we did see did have that wow factor, there was just a lot of down time and if you know me, you know I dont do well with down time. Anyway, our time there was short and by Monday morning, we were on yet another plane headed this time to Athens.

More later on the land of Dolmas, Feta and more Dolmas, really I think we ate half the dolmas in the country!

i'm writing this on a piece of paper

Hello again from 10,000 fee, Although this time I'm writing on real, even lined, paper. Thanks Becky! Currently I'm sitting on my way from Prague to Barcelona, Spain, another place my parents have never been (+1 pt Carly!) The past week has gone by so fast!

Prague--
This city was unlike all the other cities I've been to. While the narrow cobblestone streets and bridges reminded me of Florence, the architecture certainly did not. While walking across the Charles Bridge, the Town Hall, with its spires seemed to almost transport me back to Disney Land circa 1993 and Cinderella's Castle.
For the past few days, the family and I spent the day exploring the city. Upon arrival, we checked into our hotel and headed over to the Charles Bridge to meet my friends for dinner. Dinner was amazing, however, not what I later learned is characteristic of Czech food, although I did find that food surprising like good. Anyway, we enoyed it and the view, which looked over the water and at the bridge. The clear sky, wasnt so bad either.
The following morning, we began our exploration making our way towards the Prague Castle stopping along the way at various places before hiking the way up the hill til we finally arrived at the Caste. Exhausted, it was time for lunch and we stopped for traditional czech cuisine, goulash, dumplings, the gamut. By the way, bread dumplings are kind of weird. They're kind of like the middle of a bagel but a little moist. Conclusion: go for the potato dumplings. Then we made our way back again stopping again along the way. By then, my legs were tired and desperate for a nap.
And of course, before long it was time ot eat again. We again went to a traditional czech restaurant. We shared appetizers of sausages, beet and roast beef salad and had roast duck, prok, cabbages, sauerkraut, schnitzel, etc. The men next to us couldn't stop staring at my meal, which kind of freaked me out a little...
The following day, we spent the ENTIRE day in the Jewish Quarter--seeing all 6 temples, the cemetery and of course the jewelry stores. Midday, we did stop for some Greek Food, a nice preview for what's to come (HANG IN THERE: GREECE POSTS COMING SOON!!). But by the end of the day, I think I was jewed out. So again, we went back for naps, something I think I did everyday on every trip I took. Then we made dinner reservations to eat at the top of the Dancing Buildings, Celeste. It was beautiful and was one of those restaurants that gives you a little treat from the chef before your meal. I'm a big fan of those, note: if I ever open a restaraunt, I'd like to do this. However, this restaurant even did it after the meal and the home-made bonbons may have been the highlight of the meal! Anyway, the food was delicious. Then we headed back, stopping for some gelato, anything to delay packing...again.

So now I've left my family for a week, dont worry I'll have plenty of time to see them this summer. (Yes, for my Boston readers, I've decided to take a job at home). Now, I'm off with my friends (Hannah, Avery, Becky & Kate to Barcelona then Athens and Santorini. But more on those later...off to the land of Sangria, Tapas & more Sangria.

Hang on...

Blog updates from Spain & Greece coming soon! Check Back : )

I'm writing this on a barf bag

Hello from 10,000, give or take a few, feet, or so the pilot just told me. Currently, I'm sitting on the plane to Prague. It's weird to think I'm leaving London for good, minus my 4 hour layover in a week or so. We're flying over the city that has become my home for the past 4 months. It has certainly been an experience, one I'll never forget. In this short time, I've learned and experienced so much. I discovered parts the world, met great friends, learned a lot and changed a little finding a new home far away from my old home.

(As preface, this post may be on the long side as I have an hour and a half to kill and it's been a very busy few short days, just ask my feet and legs how tired they are!...And as this title suggested, I'm writing this blog on a barf bag.)

Since my last post...

Early Friday morning, Barb FINALLY arrived in London. At 8am, I met her at Paddington Station, from where we headed to our hotel, Rubin's at the Palace, which is probably as close as I'll ever get to the Queen, although I'm still holding out hope for Harry! We spent the day exploring and shopping in different areas of the city. We enjoyed my last meal (tear), a veggie burger, at Champions and officially moved me out of Palace Court. We might have done the stairs about 7x before all my bags had been moved out of my room, if only it would fit into our hotel room. We enjoyed our nap time and then headed out for some food, YoSushi, and WICKED!

I always wanted to see Wicked. Barb & Eric went without me and enjoyed it and from camp, Marni, GLEE and god knows what else, I knew the music. So I was excited. We had purchased half price tickets in Leicester Square that morning, which turned out to be great, just like the show. Going in to it, I didn’t know much and was amazed at how well they incorporated the already great story line into a show. Not to toot my own horn but I was able to figure out some of the connections before they were even made! Needless to say, it was everything I’d hoped it would be.

The next morning, another early one, Dad and Dave arrived in London, just in time for breakfast, which was even better than Italy—equipped with an Egg Station : ) and had black pudding (gross). As you know, because I know you all are such avid readers, I had planned a tight schedule for my families visit (see post: Suggestions, anyone?)—there was a lot to do and not a lot of time to do it in! What I didn’t plan for, however, was the London Marathon on Sunday, or rather around. So we had to make some adjustments over what to do on what days. So after the boys showered, we “hopped on” a London bus, which took us around the city viewing everything from the open roof top, (Barb wanted a window seat…she really never lets us down), with commentary from our tour guide. We saw everything from the sites to the Parks. We hopped off in Parliament Square to go into explore the Square, go into Westminster Abbey and Churchill’s Cabinet War Rooms. We then enjoyed some Fish & Chips, my last in London, with no mushy peas! The horror! From there, we walked home via Green Park & The Palace. As the boys were ready for their nap, Barb and I had just enough time to head out to the Burberry Outlet before dinner…however, no worries for Eric, our trip was a failure. We then went home to change before we headed out to Indian Food in Bayswater, my old neighborhood. I’m happy to report that THIS TIME, my fellow diners actually enjoyed their meals. We then grabbed some Fro-yo at Frog before hopping on the tube to head home. (That was a lot of “hopping”)

The next morning, in attempt to avoid the marathon, we headed North to Camden Market—we explored the market, its goods and, of course, the plethora of food. From there, we went to check out Abbey Road and yes took a few corny pictures. Then we went to Kensington Palace and Hyde Park stopping for lunch at YoSushi in Knightsbridge. Yes, I said Knightsbridge, which can only mean one thing: Harrod’s This was where I spent probably over an hour trying to convince/show the boys (ERIC) that Harrods is more than JUST A DEPT. STORE. I spared them Pet Kingdom, if they agreed we can get a puppy when I get home! While I’m not sure how successful I was, I am certain we all enjoyed the sundaes this adventure included: Banana Royale & Black Forest. By that point, we all needed a good walk and the sun had come out just in time for us to head over for a spin around The London Eye. That evening, we went to Rules for dinner. Rules is the oldest restaurant in London so I was very excited to get to try it. Located in Covent Garden, the family thought the area seemed extremely similar to Boston, especially Faneuil Hall and I couldn’t help agreeing, which is pretty cool since Covent Garden is probably one of my favorite parts of London. The restaurant served traditional British fare: we had pate, Sunday roasts, venison and I tried squab pigeon…which I thought would help contribute to getting rid of pigeons and its official: Pigeons actually serve no purpose and aren’t even good! But I did enjoy sampling everyone elses food…especially the sticky toffee pudding.

Monday morning, we walked over to the Palace to see the Changing of the Guards. Then we went on a Notting Hill Tour seeing Portobello Road, the Travel Bookstore and famous Blue Door. Unfortunately, Hugh Grant did not make the tour thus I’m returning home without him for a British husband but again: Harry, I’m available!...if only Harry was reading this! After that, we went over to the British museum. Then Barb and I headed to Fortnum & Mason while the boys went to the Tower. At F&M, we explored the dept store, especially the food halls before treating ourselves to High Tea at St. James, and you all know how I feel about that little tradition! We had sandwiches, scones, cakes, cupcakes, breads and I can continue but I will spare you, this post is already long enough. That evening, we went to see We Will Rock You, which may be more of a concert than a show. Nonetheless, the music was great but the story line was a little odd. On the way home, we walked through Leicester Square, Piccadilly & Soho, stopping for some late night Chinese food, which was as always delicious. I needed some food to refuel before heading home to pack and actually leave London.

Now, I’m sitting in my seat, 20A, in an empty row, with my feet up across the seats on this Czech Air Flight, where its beginning to hit me that this is all almost over. While I’m excited to go home, as is my stomach, which is currently dying for some routine in my diet, a little less cheese a little more health, it’s weird. However, I’m beyond grateful for the time I’ve spent both in this wonderful city and throughout Europe—THANKS MOM & DAD!!! I’ve made both great friends and memories. So with that, See ya later London & Helloooo Prague!

Over the next 2 weeks, my blogging may be few and far in between. However, I’ll try and keep you posted as I venture to Prague, Barcelona, Athens & Santorini…yes, you should be jealous, I cannot wait! However, I will be without my computer…gasp…from Barcelona on. I know how sad you all are. But there will be barf bags to write on and I will be back to update you. Does anyone know if Blogger has an app for Blackberry?? Bare with me, I’ll be back!

Finally On Her Way

Well I'm now updating because it appears that it is actually happening: Barb is on her way to London, and Eric and Dave will soon follow after. In 7 hours, I'll be making the early morning trek to Paddington Station, again, to meet my visitor.

I guess now, I'll apologize to Paula, my mom's travel agent, who I have probably been a little too rough on, thinking she's not doing her job or not working hard enough to get my mom here. And with everything going on, she actually got her here.

Eyjafyoll

A word that looks more like something my keyboard threw up...and that's exactly how that word makes me feel: like I want to throw up.

I begin this post with an apology, to my readers and my mother, for not blogging over the past few days and for making your life a living a hell. I have avoided blogging in a fear of jinxing anything. For those of you living under a cloud, or better yet those of you not living under a cloud, in case you managed some way to miss it, volcanic ash has taken over the airspace in Europe, closing airports throughout the UK and Europe since last Thursday, grounding my mother's flight, which was due to land in London in a mere 4 hours and nearly ruining my family vacation. Needless to say the word Eyjafyoll brings on tears, disappointment and extreme anger.

However, last night, as I resigned to the idea that my family would most likely not be coming to England or Prague, the British Airport Authority decided to surprise us all and open Heathrow. So it looks as though the family will be getting here after all, maybe even Barb a little early, but let's not get too far ahead of ourselves.

So with that, I ask you to cross your fingers for exactly what I mentioned above. I may not have the best of luck but that's what I have readers for, to help me out and share their luck with me!

Keep your fingers crossed and I'll keep you updated
xo


In unrelated news: The Last Week
While the ash cloud may have been looming in the sky, here on the ground the weather has been beautiful. Cloud free, sunny skies.
-Portobello Road, again
-Paddle Boating in Hyde Park
-Itsu Sushi, conveyor belt style : )
-Stonehenge
-Bath
-V&A - Grace Kelly Exhibition
-SUMMER, minus my dissertation defense in 2.5 hours

Are you alright?

You know, after living and working in London for nearly 4 months now, there are certain things I never got used to. This includes, but is by no means limited to, very strong British, Irish & Scottish accents, the crowded and hot tube at 9am, waking up at 8 every morning, although I'm sure that's not something I'm used to at home, and being asked "are you alright?" For some reason the second anyone utters it to me, I turn on the defensive. Yah, I'm alright, do I not look okay? It's very confusing.

That's all for now.

Suggestions, anyone?

As I sit, midst my last "real" week of my London program, I'm becoming both sad that my time here is ending while simultaneously very excited to be returning home in a few short weeks. And as a side note: After nearly 4 months, I still struggle with a UK keyboard, it took me a few seconds to actually find the " button.

Mostly, however, I'm growing more excited for the weeks between then and now. If only I could fast forward about a week when all responsibility will subside, summer begin and my mom will finally be in London, soon after followed by Dave and dad. So to keep myself and you occupied and cause I really have nothing new or exciting to report, I'm going to share my planning, brainstorming, researching, etc what to do while my mom and family are here and in Prague, Barcelona, Athens and Santorini. I included many of the things other people have told me they'd like to do and a few things I have yet to do. And of course, I'm open to any and all of your thoughts, questions, suggestions...and maybe your concerns.

BARB Comes to London - April 21-23
Shopping, if you're surprised, I really have absolutely no idea why. Stops at Liberty, Cath Kidston, Burberry Outlet and I'm sure we'll find more.
Wicked? Stratford-upon-Avon? Bath/Stonehenge? Art Museums (she is an art history major after all)? This planning is clearly in its preliminary stages.

Dad & Dave Come to London - April 24
Portobello Road, featuring Hummingbird Bakery? and of course a stop at the Travel Bookstore for Eric, Kensington Palace/Gardens, maybe a final meal at Champion, Harrods, and yes you must all try a sundae...I'll double up on Digestive Advantage, Indian Food for dinner?
London Bus Tour - I might suggest the Red Tour with stops at Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, Parliament, St. Margarets, St. Paul's, Tower of London and more. Probably some sushi for Lunch, cause I know Dave wants that and Reservations at Rules already made.
Trip to Tower of London, High Tea with mom at Fortnum & Mason, We Will Rock You at Night
Covent Garden for some Ben's Cookies

The Holsteins go to Prague - April 27
Old Town Square with the Astronomical Clock & Prague Castle, Municipal House, Gehry's Dancing Buildings, Lenon Wall, Love Lock Bridge
The Jewish Quarter
Terezin
Sampling of Budweiser, a local beer there too, or Gambrinus, and Becharovka, a Czech liquor I'm very interested in trying, and somehow managing to get by with Prague notorious for less-than-great food. I'm SURE we'll find a way. After all, I know Barb already made some reservations...can always count on her for those!

Barcelona - April 30
In addition to the partying, the beach, Sangria, tapas and Paella, I know virtually nothing about Barcelona. Chalk it up to 6 years of studying French, I've never really had an interest in Spain. However, I suppose there's no better time to start learning than now.
Obviously the beach, Sangria and the foods listed above will probably be must-dos but I figured I'd see what else is there. And any of you, LAUREN, who want to tell me what exactly I should and should not bother with, PLEASE SHARE.
Gaudi Architecture: Cathedral, Casa Mila & Park, Picasso Museum, Las Ramblas,
Oh, and churros...I didn't mention churros. I can't believe I forgot to mention churros. mmmmm, I'm hungry and it's only 11.

Athens - May 3
The Parthenon, The Acropolis, National Archaeology Museum, Temple of Zeus, Plaka, Markets...and did I say eat? a lot? Greek food might possibly be my favorite: the salads: Fattoush or the standard Greek Salad, the soups: Chicken Lemon Soup, I wont even attempt the Greek word for it...Avego...I have no idea, the meals, spanikopita, the desserts: baklava...I'll stop now to prevent the sheer boredom later.

Santorini - May 6
Is there anything to do here other than relax and enjoy the beach?
I spent last weekend watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, both 1 and 2. I like to watch movies, which feature the places I'll soon be going. You can imagine the mass amount of options I had in January. But I didn't realize Santorini was the Island where Lena goes to when she meets Costas. So since there's probably not much else to do, maybe I'll try and find my own Costas. Oh and eat. Definitely more Greek food there.

more later.
comment your suggestions, please!
xo

Check or Strike Through

If you didn't realize it already, I like making lists. They help me both organize and prioritize. I have them everywhere: on my cell phone, notebooks, computer and filofax. I'm constantly making them and crossing things on them off. Cause there's really nothing better than crossing something on a to do list off...at least in my opinion. So with that, I bring you another list.

To Do Before May 10th
-4 days of work
-5 classes
-1 book
-3 papers to write
-2 papers to edit
-1 presentation
-1 exam
-register for Wisconsin Fall Classes
-buy all those things I've been putting off for 3 months: London Post Cards, Tea, Little Bus, Liberty fabric, etc. etc.
-Tour Westminister Abbey
-Go to Bath & Stonehendge
-Rent a boat on the Serpentine & lawn chair in Hyde Park
-Do a London Bus Tour
-Pack
-Prague
-Barcelona
-Athens
-Santornini

In his own words...

I'm not a talented enough writer to adequately explain how my stomach is feeling right now, but I'm going to give it a try anyway.

As I sit in seat 36B on my flight from London to Chicago, my stomach is turning, twisting, rumbling, and growling. If it could, I bet my stomach would ask me why I had to stuff so much food in it over the last four days.

So no, that probably didn't paint a clear enough picture for you of how I feel, but I think if you read the rest of this post you'll have a better understanding of what's going on.

I'm on my way back from visiting Carly in London and she's asked me to write a guest blog post (ok, ok, I begged her to let me). Naturally, I think it would go against the spirit of this blog to write about anything else other than what we ate over the last four days. And, if I can sprinkle in some details about the things we did not related to eating, well, that's just frosting on the cupcake (cue Carly getting hungry).
My culinary tour of London started after our trip to the British Museum on Thursday morning with falafel at Cafe Diana (a restaurant oddly obsessed with Princess Di, there was zero wall space not occupied by a picture of her) and picked up that evening when the tapas restaurant and its sangria ended up being well worth the long wait in the cold. Even though most of the menu was written in a language unfamiliar to me, Carly did a nice job translating what all the different sauces and veggies actually were. I think Carly's favorite was the apple's in the sangria or the chutney-topped bruschetta while I was more partial to the sweat potato polenta.

Friday meant filling up on sushi, then taking the next couple of hours to explore Harrods where the highlights were finding out that they had a puppy department and taking advantage of the free jellybean samples. Walking around Harrods was all just a buildup however to eating a Berry flavored ice-cream sundae in the food hall that put a smile on both of our faces and left me in desperate need of a nap (although we managed to squeeze in a visit to Buckingham Palace first).

Dinner that night was nachos and some terrific fish 'n chips at a nearby pub where I enjoyed a pint and also got to experience a taste of Carly's new favorite drink "Pims" (my verdict: good, but definitely not a drink for guys). Sadly the pub we went to didn't serve mushy peas, but we still had a good time eating London's most famous food while sipping on cider.

Now, like most of you who have been following along with the blog, I've heard a lot about Portobello Road. I'm pleased to say that our experience there on Saturday morning did not disappoint. My favorite part of the market was Hummingbird Bakery where we picked up a couple of cupcakes (Carrot Cake and Red Velvet) that were both terrific. After that, we enjoyed the smells of all the different vendors' booths that extended for several blocks. Had my stomach not been bothering me I might have sampled the Ghanaian stews or maybe the Chorizo, but picking up the cupcakes was satisfying enough.
Saturday afternoon's trip to the Churchill and Imperial War Museum was much more interesting than even I had anticipated and after seeing the dark and cramped headquarters from which Churchill planned WWII, visiting the famous toy store Henley's was a nice change of pace. The day wouldn't have been complete though without a stop at McDonald's so Carly could finally try the Cadbury Egg McFlurry. Though my family has long argued that it is impossible not to smile while eating ice cream, I think the smile on Carly's face as she ate her McFlurry was extra big.

Perhaps our best meal came Friday night at the Fountain Restaurant in Fortnum & Mason where appetizers of mussels and chicken liver pate preceded my terrific steak, Carly's fish cakes, and something called "carrot and swede mash" which was also very good. Dessert brought orange pekoe tea for Carly and us sharing a Baked Alaska, which was the perfect way to finish off a really great evening.

Later on, Carly showed me her favorite late-night food place where we picked up lamb kabob, french fries, salad, and hummus at 2 a.m. Though the food wasn't as good as I'd imagined, the experience of going there late at night was a lot of fun.

We started my last day, Sunday, with lunch at Carly's favorite pub "The Champion" where my cheeseburger and her veggie burger provided us with the energy to spend our afternoon exploring Hyde Park. There we saw the famous statue of Peter Pan (which prompted Carly to make us watch "Finding Neverland" later on) and took pictures of the swans and ducks around the lake. Thankfully, it was sunny most of the day and believe it or not I went the entire four-day trip without ever experiencing anything more than light rain. Very lucky for me.

Sunday night's dinner was brought on by a critical mistake I had made in the days leading up to my trip when I told Carly that I had never tried Indian food. This meant Carly insisting we go to Brick Lane to find a nice Indian restaurant. Let's just say it wasn't my favorite and leave it at that. Fortunately, we found a bakery where Indian desserts made a much better impression on me.

And that brings us back to my stomach. Sitting on the plane I find myself reliving all the great meals we had this weekend, much to the chagrin of my stomach, which experienced something of an overload. I'm disappointed to head back to Madison where my meal options include Subway and trying not to overcook pasta.

It's quite clear to me that I'm going to miss the food I've tried in London, but it is even more clear that the thing I'm going to miss most is the company I got to keep while eating it.

Hopefully you've enjoyed this guest blog post as much as I enjoyed my visit to see Carly in London. Four days was just too short. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take another Tums.

Home Sweet Home

I should probably preface this post stating how much I love London and am enjoying my time abroad: Loving the friends I made, the city I've learned and all the places I've been able to travel to.

I'm not sure if its this time of year, the holidays or the amount of time since I was last home, but every year when Passover and Spring Break seem to roll around, home seems to be the only place I want to be. I think it was the last two weeks when I started to realize just how much I missed both people, places and things: My family & friends, Andover, Boston & Madison, my bed, my car, making phone calls at a normal rate, purchasing things without a conversion rate, not purchasing things in the most expensive cities in the world, J.Crew & Madewell, or shopping with Mom in general, a normal kitchen, privacy, honey bunches of oats with cinnamon clusters, kettlecorn made by B, a stocked kitchen, refrigerated eggs/egg whites, pretzel flats, one-stop-shops like Target, my favorite restaurants, home-cooked meals, although those are often rare anyway, dinner with the family, french toast bagels from Perfectos, watching television on an actual TV, having a couch to lie on and more.

May 10, my arrival home in Boston, seems so far away. 41 days or 6 weeks, 7 work days, 5 weekends, 5 classes, 4 papers, 1 exam, an extended trip and about 1,000 things to do. There are so many different ways to countdown to something. Obviously in days, minutes, hours but also in work days or papers. I counted down the days until I left for London and now my days here in London and abroad are beginning to count themselves down. There are so many ways to count the days down: days or weeks, work days and weekends, classes, papers, trips or things to do. However, none of that seemed to help assuage my pangs of homesickness. At least not until I was enjoying my late night treat: a yogurt. It was then that I looked down to discover it's expiration date: April 26, 2010, just two days after my program ended. It's funny that the idea that my yogurt will still be good enough to eat by the time I need to leave makes that seemingly long time between then and now seem a little shorter.

Ge-little of this, pear pasta...gelato of that!

Thus begins this week's, or at the rate I'm going, sorry!, month's, edition of what in god's name I'm doing over here.

This past weekend, Hannah, Avery and I travelled back to Italy. This time: Florence.
Thus at the still dark hour of 445 a.m. last Thursday, we were of to Florence, via Pisa. In Pisa by 12, we were able to take a few standard posing pictures at the Leaning Tower, of Pisa and of course get some food, cause you know how much we enjoy that, especially in Italy. I was able to get my first taste of Ribolita, a Tuscan specialty I've wanted to try ever since I saw Ina, and then Giada make it. (Note: this will not be the only thing I have seen my Food Network favorites make and will try for the first time in this post.) It lived up to every expectation. I mean what could be better, minestrone soup with bread already in it. It's almost like a lazy man's version of a bread bowl. And if you know me well, you know how I feel about a good soup especially when served in a bread bowl. We then took the bus to Florence and arrived at our hotel with enough time for an afternoon nap before Dinner, which was selected thanks to Barb, Rach and Avery's friend who sent us a plethora of restaurants for us to look into. We chose Goldenview, a restaurant located right next to the Ponte Vechio with a view of the water and bridge. We selected some wine, appetizers (crostini--another Tuscan specialty & a fish & avocado combination). I ordered the chitarra, which I learned means guitar or pasta shaped like the strings on a guitar, with tomato sauce & lobster, assuming it would have small pieces of lobster in it. I wasn't expecting a full lobster to be placed in front of me. Have no fear, the New Englander inside of me is alive & well and I was able to eat it with no problem, minus a few messy hands, of course! And, don't worry--I saved room for gelato.
The next morning, we woke up to enjoy a nice hotel breakfast; something I believe is strongly underrated, then hopped in a cab to the Uffizi Gallery. From there, we walked to the Pitti Palace to see the costume exhibition and walked around the Boboli Gardens, careful to leave ourselves just enough time to get lunch before our next museum reservation. After lunch, we went to Accademia. You know, most things when you travel have been built up so much in your head they have no choice but to end up being a disappointment. For example: The Mona Lisa. However, seeing The David was certainly not a disappointment. I had actually zero idea how large he actually was, and GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER. Every picture I have ever seen, and since seen, cannot seem to do him any justice. After this, we were lucky enough to stumble upon the Duomo, accidentally but perfect timing. After both St. Pauls & St. Peters, we were content to skip the stairs and just walk around outside and inside the Duomo. After, we headed over to Festival de Gelato, which had far too many flavors to limit samples. After settling on my three flavors, tiramisu, cappuccino & amaretto (Marni--sooo good), it was back to the hotel for our daily afternoon nap. Rested and hungry again, some how, we went to Le Fonticine. (Side note: I always thought olive oil & balsamic for dipping was an American thing--after this weekend, I guess not?) There I got delicious pasta, I know weird but it was Tagaitelle, almost pappardelle, with asparagus.
The next morning, we slept in and enjoyed another hotel breakfast (seriously: a plethora of cereal for me to mix together?? what more could I ask for? I know, Honey Bunches of Oats with Cinnamon Clusters...I'll keep dreaming) We went to Santa Croce & The Israeli Temple. The three of us, all Jewish girls, really need to consider that whole Shabbat thing when we travel. New solution: anything Jewish related must be done on Friday. We then went to the Leather Market & to a great place for a leather jacket, thanks Rach (Eric should thank you too cause of how successful it was : )). We grabbed some lunch, where I was able to try my second seen on the Food Network meal: Gnudi. I saw Giada make it over 3 years ago and I have not stopped thinking about it since, that's only slightly disgusting, right?? It was absolutely nothing like what I expected but delicious nonetheless. However, this one, I might try making at home, Giada'a version, to see if it comes out the same. We then walked around the market some more and yet again returned home for our afternoon nap. Once rested and relaxed, we were off to our final Italian meal for the semester, at least in Italy. Anddd it was certainly an excellent Italian meal. We were off to Ciro & Sons, a restaurant I have heard about for over the past year and I'm happy to report it lived up to every single expectation, and more. Walking in, we told them I knew Rachel & Amanda, where they proceeded to whip out a framed picture of the two of them from behind the desk. We then got seated in front of the video, where Rachel & Amanda are featured not once, but twice. They brought us the menus with bread, olive oil & balsamic. We decided to order some wine and an appetizer of eggplant parm. Then Hannah selected the Pear & Cheese Ravioli and I ordered the Pork with Apple & BBQ sauce. And saying it was delicious would be an understatement. As Hannah put it, she never wanted this meal to end. So, we finished it off with a to die for Strawberry Cheesecake, and sweet wine, courtesy of Rachel & Amanda, and their ability to make sure good friends with the owners of a great restaurant.
The next morning, it was back to London and reality again.

Eating my way through Europe

Like living with people, traveling with people, one learns an entirely different side of their friends. For those of you who know me well, or know me at all, I've certainly learned my fair share about the people I've lived with, and now travelled with. When traveling, everyone has their thing: the one thing that they are interested in, that they want to see or do in a certain or every country we visit. Each of us, who I've been traveling with has their thing: Becky loves her art museums, ohh does she love them. Avery loves taking photos, which I inturn love to mooch off of her ; ) and Hannah loves Roman & Greek history and taking inappropriate pictures with me.

"What is my thing?" you ask. Take a guess...

Food.

As each week we prepare for our next upcoming trip, we sit down to figure out what there is to do there and who wants to do what. We look into buying tickets in advance, which I really don't understand why people aren't smart enough to do more often. The sheer greatness you feel when you see a line and realize you can simply walk up to the front, watching everyone else stare in awe and jealousy. Anyway, we look into everything. I usually read things online or in my handy abroad guides passed down from friends or consult with Barb & Eric and other friends. And then I look into the food. I've quickly learned that I like going into a city knowing what foods they're famous for and where the best place to try it is. Luckily for me, everyone seems to always want to partake in this because who isn't interested in food?...Which brings me to this week's adventures, or, in many cases, menu: Amsterdam

So what is Amsterdam famous for?
-The Van Gogh Museum
-The Rijks Museum
-The Anne Frank House
-The Red Light District
-Tulips, Windmills & Delph China (Yes, Nana, I felt as though I had teleported back to your kitchen)
-It's lenient drug policies
-Wonderful, Glorious Fries with a large assortment of sauces
-Eat your heart out pancakes
-Almost, but obviously not quite, New York style bagels
-Rice Tables
And that's exactly what we did, minus the drugs, of course.

Friday afternoon, we set off for Amsterdam. After checking into the lavish Marriott hotel, we asked the conceirge, ahh the beauty of a conceirge, where we could find something to eat. He sent us off to the square. We walked around to find a bakery with bagels and pastries and a fry stand with a million sauces. Avery & I were quick to hop on the fry wagon buying ourselves a large cone of fries with Dutch mayo, Curry Ketchup and Peanut Sauce. This is where I will first use the word glorious to describe the fries but fear not they will be even more glorious when I tell you about the second time we ate them.
The next morning, we slept in and then went to find either a bagel or pancake place. After resigning to the idea that no, pancakes are not everywhere in Holland, we went to Bagels & Beans, a bagel shop I had heard about from friends. I tried a tomato bagel with chive cream cheese, avocado & tomato and while it was no Gotham whole wheat honey bagel and definitely not a Perfectos French Toast Bagel with Honey Walnut Cream Cheese, it was good. Crunchy on the outside and perfect. I hadn't realized I even missed bagels. Although too small to eat in the odd way I enjoy bagels (picking off the crust and dipping it into the cream cheese, and yes I know that description is awful and unclear: just feed me a bagel and you'll see how I pick it apart), it certainly lived up to my expectations. And I can't believe I just rambled on for that long about a bagel. After a nourishing breakfast, we headed over to the Van Gogh Museum, skipping all lines, and I couldn't help from reverting back to summer '05 reading Lust for Life, and then to the Rijks museum. We went to the Flower Market and walked around the canals stopping in stores here and there. This brings us to glorious moment number 2, when we ventured to a fry stand that Avery's Dutch friend had told us was the best. She was right. We each got ourselves an afternoon snack of a small cone of fries. I got the mayo, I don't even eat mayo!!, and curry again. But was sure to try everyone else's sauces. The menu had 22! Did I mention I love sauces? Always have, always will. I really think they make the meal and definitely the fries, or anything else they are used to enhance. Just think about sauces: ketchup, salad dressing, tzatziki, BBQ, honey mustard, soy, ranch, marinara, teriyaki, curry, nitty gritty sauce, yah I said it, even mayo...I could continue, but I'll spare you. (Conclusion from this tangent: Barb--I'm still waiting on our trip to sauciety.) Anyway, these fries were even more glorious than the night before and yes you could taste the difference.
We then went to the Elephant Parade, which pleased the Jumbo fan and the rest of us as well, and walked to the Portugeese Synagogue. Now you would think the 3 nice Jewish girls among us would have thought: hmm, it's Shabbat. But nope, we went all the way there to discover it was infact closed. So we hoped into a cab for some afternoon relaxation before dinner.
Dinner was at Sam Sebo's: a rice table which I had read about and Avery's dutch friend had also suggested. We had heard Amsterdam was known for its Indonesian food and rice tables were the place to try it. Now, mind you, none of us knew what a rice table was. I had read about it to try and figure it out but I can't stay I understood until it was all placed before me: candle heated grills with rice and a never ending assortment of different meat and vegetable dishes. Literally, there must have been 20+ plates on the table and each of them were absolutely delicious. I'm not sure I've ever been so full. Once we were finally able to lift ourselves out of our chairs and the restaurant was practically closing (we had a late dinner, it wasn't THAT BAD!!), we walked down to the I amsterdam sign for an ample photo shoot, because our afternoon attempt had failed due to crowds.
The next morning, we woke up to go see the Anne Frank House, which was something we were all most looking forward to doing. It did not dissapoint. We got there to find a small line gathering, and quickly walked to the front where we showed them our tickets and walked into the museum. The house was everything we imagined. It is extremely well laid out and organized and truly helps you understand what had went on within the walls of the house and what was going on in Europe at the time. It's remarkable. But also remarkable to think about how modern it all was and how something like that could have ever happened let alone so short a time ago. Another compliment to us, or Avery, who pre-bought our tickets, when we got out, the line, which we so quickly skipped, was literally around the corner.
It seemed only deserving that we treated ourselves to pancakes after Anne Frank, so we went to the famous pancake house nearby. With so many options, it was difficult to select a type. I went with apple & cheese, while the others selected theirs: Apple & Banana, Greek w/ Souvlaki and Apple & Bacon. Sorry dad, there was no blueberry. When our pancakes arrived, I was certainly pleased. With a little bit of maple syrup, my apple & cheese pancake was the perfect mix of sweet & salty. It was absolutely delicious, especially with a few bites of Hannah's uber-sweet apple and banana pancake in between! Full again, we decided to walk back to the synagogue, which was, of course, opened on Sunday via the Red Light District, a site a to see. We then walked back to the hotel to grab a bite to eat before heading to the airport for our journey back to London. And as nice and exciting as traveling is, I am always happy to return home.

This now concludes this edition of: I should weigh 6000 lbs.

Side Note: It's Marni's 21st Birthday and because I know how much of an avid follower she is, she's getting a very special birthday shout out. Happy Birthday!! In your honor--I will drink an entire bottle of water and begin planning our post abroad belated birthday bash, cupcakes and all, because I did just purchase The Hummingbird Bakery Cookbook.

Rain, rain go away

When people tell you the weather in London is cold and dreary, they aren't lying. Having now been in London for nearly 2 months, I've come to completely agree. There are few days where it is not raining and even fewer days when the sun is out. However, I have come to terms with it and learned to look past the weather and love London. However, when leaving London and going to a different country, say Italy, and being greeted by beautiful, sunny, 65 degree weather, it slowly hit me just how much I hated the easterly winds which send rain my way on almost a daily basis.

Mind you, I'm writing this post on a beautiful London morning. I've consider it Mother Nature's lovely way of welcoming me back and easing me into London and its weather after a weekend in Rome.

Rome. Rome. Rome. Where to begin?
Well, any grudge I may have ever had against Rome has been lifted and I loved it!

We arrived late Thursday evening to The Cardinal Hotel St. Peter. Intending to sneak one of us into our four person room, I headed inside to check us in. Immediately the concierge asked me for all the guests' passports. Crap! I immediately asked for new accommodation, which they did not have. Odd, seeing as the hotel was empty. So instead we lied, we told them one of us would be leaving. Crap again! They made us leave a form of identification at the desk. This was when I got nervous. Up in the room, we plotted and again we failed. So at 2am, we decided to go to bed and hope we never heard anything about our 5th roommate. Then the phone rang. Then there was a knock on the door...

Now I could have left you hanging, but I wont! What next ensued was a long drawn out conversation with the only English-speaking concierge working at 2:30 in the morning. While I attempted to explain to him that I could not allow my friend to wander the streets of Rome, that she had no where else to go, that she did not speak a word of Italian, that we were willing to pay extra, etc. etc, he attempted to explain he did not know what he could do. Low and behold, the panic in my voice must have been enough. They allowed us, all 5 of us, to stay and the following night even brought us an extra bed. One thing I learned this weekend: Italians are REALLY nice. Another: That 3 hours of sleep is exhausting.

Highlights (please excuse my attempt at spelling Italian):
Food, The Vatican (Sistine Chapel, yes, Hannah, that was it. St. Peter's: The Cyrpt. The Basilica. The Museum. Met the Pope,) Food, The Pantheon (bumped into Toby), Piazza Navona, Food, Coliseum, Capitalina Museum, Roman Forum (although we didnt realize it at the time), Food, Nap, Dinner, Sleep, Food, Borghesi Gallery, Campo Di Fiori (great samples), Cooking Class w/ Becca, Trevi Fountain, Spanish Steps, Shopping, Food, Nap, Dinner, Trevi Fountain...noticing a trend here??

FOOD.
Just to throw in another fun fact about myself here: I'm not the biggest fan of Italian Food. (Insert your gasp, shock & awe here--I know it's weird). It's for many reasons though...

1. I'm not a huge pasta fan

2. When I do eat pasta...

a. I tend to prefer the things in the pasta rather than the pasta itself

b. I am picky and prefer Paradelle, Rice Noodles, Orzo (yes I've commented on the irony of the last two myself), etc as opposed to your standard ziti, spaghetti, fusili, etc.

c. American portions are just far too large for me to even tempt myself with

3. I use to be addicted to Fettuccini Alfredo, I cannot count the amount of times I made some kind of combination of it or blended the sauce with tomato to make a delicious meal, & miss it dearly & can't eat it anymore because...

4. I'm lactose intolerant

So what did I do? Doubled up on my Lactose Pills and indulged. And I mean indulged. The Food was amazing. Unlike American Italian Food it was light and delicious. (which I learned in my cooking class is because of the Garlic--American's dont cut off the stem making their dishes much heavier--now that's something I'm taking home with me!) We made it a point to get appetizers and split dishes, and sharing is definitely something I'm a fan of. Everything we sampled was delicious, and by comparison to London & Paris-cheap! All the more reason to keep eating more and more.

Needless to say, I'm not sure my body could handle this kind of eating all the time. We went for sushi Sunday night as an attempt at detox. But I'll try Italian again, especially the fried dough Pizza & Gnocchi from our cooking class, which I just happen to have the recipe for...

Photos

2 blog posts in one week?? Maybe...there may be a real one tomorrow!
Hang in there, readers!

Check out my photo site, which has finally been updated, and is in the process of further updates, if my internet allows (which I'm sure you all know by now is not very likely!!)
...and I apologize for it appears to be a bit of a mess, I'm working on it!!

http://carlyonqueue.shutterfly.com/

My Real Passion

And yes, I hate that word. However, I find it interesting that my real, ugh, passion has barely found its way out and latched on to the pages of my blog. Because, yes, as traveling and London are slowly becoming two things, I truly do enjoy, I mean what's not to love?, there is also that dreaded task of packing & unpacking & sitting on suitcases to shut them & planes & trains & cars and well, I get tired & cranky. However, I do think that after 3 years of traveling back and forth to Madison, the last 2 months (which by the way I can't believe have already passed) and the next 2.5 months, I think I can fairly claim that I am quite the seasoned traveler. Wow, that was quite a tangent.

Anyway, my real passion: food, cooking and restaurants. Let me draw this out for you: There are few places I love more than the grocery store, kitchen, restaurant and table. In fact, I'm not sure there are any places, aside from my comfortable bed, but "Barb's" kitchen table chairs are prettty damn comfortable, I love more. (And yes, Barb-those quotations were intentional as the chairs & table are in fact borrowed and rightfully mine.) My college bookshelf is filled with textbooks and binders and double the amount of cookbooks. I've already bought one cookbook in London and will probably buy more before I leave. (British Cuisine? Hybrid Cuisine? Italian Cuisine in Rome?) I someday hope to work in the food industry itself. However, I've recently decided I'd settle being a Food Stylist, (Eric: you've still yet to respond to my email on CIA, if I dont get a job in a short year from now), Television Restaurant Chef, although I'm not sure I could handle the camera, or own my own restaurant, Dave can run the bar. Anyway, by the way I talk about food, you'd think I weighed around 500 lbs rather than my mere 115, on a good day, a very good day.

So why am I telling you this? How is this relevant to England, the city known to house the world's worst food?
Because my life living in that city has actually come to be a lot more about food than I would have excpected.
Because in 2.5 months, when my life is no longer made interesting by my sheer location in a foreign country, I'm contemplating turning Carlyonqueue into a cooking blog, although I'd have to improve its photography, or add it in general (which by the way, I do know how to do!!)--Thoughts???
Because I currently work at a Food & Beverage Marketing & PR Company
Because my dissertation, which is due in t - 2 months is going to be disproving what I just said, that I have found England to have some, while not-earth shattering or cuisine defining, excellent food. Keyword: Hybrid Food
Because while I have already spent a weekend in Paris, the "birth place" of the Julia Child that could cook. Note: I know Julia is from California, I did write a thesis paper on her, but that Julia could not cook...Paris' Julia could & as I learned last year, she helped define American cuisine, and for that I am forever grateful
Because, lastly, in 2 days, Becca and I will be taking a cooking class in Rome, Italy and I am beyond excited. And that's just something you'll have to look forward to hearing about...


Updates since Dublin:
High Tea, something I'm planning to bring back to the states with me. Maybe this will be the restaurant I'll start: the tea sandwiches: egg salad, tuna salad, chicken salad, cucumber & cream cheese, salmon and more!, the tarts, the cupcakes, the SCONES, the tea. What's not to love, although I shyed away from the clotted cream. My stomach thanked me.
Harrods & Burberry
China Town
Portobello Road...again. And yes, we got crepes & scarves again, too...
Wagamama, just as good here as it is at home
Buckingham Palace
A hefty, an understatement, trip planning session: trips to Barcelona, Athens & Santorini coming soon!
Wasabi, a place other than Sushi Inaka that has BimBop
London Transport Museum

For %@*£-sake

It's commonly known how nice of people the Irish are. What's not commonly known, or at least not talked about, is the amount they swear.

This past weekend, we went to Dublin, Ireland. After a quick flight via Ryanair, my first experience, we were there. I will admit, every time I travel, I'm actually baffled by how easy it is to travel here. I can barely make it to Wisconsin without a hitch and definitely not without any complaints. This also marks a momentous adventure because it was in fact the first place I have been that Barb & Eric, aka mom & Dad, have not been. Although Eric informed me they have never been to Deluth, MN. However, I'm fairly certain both my toes, which still suffer from that fateful frostbite, and I pretend I was never there.

Unlike Paris, Ireland had a lot less things to do so made for a nice, relaxing weekend away from London. And, I'm fairly certain we saw just about everything touristy there is to see in Dublin:
-Guinness Storehouse Factory, highlight: advertising history of the brand
-James Distillery, which I very much so preferred to Guinness
-Christ Church Cathedral
-Temple Bar
-Trinity College, sweatshirt: check
-Loft Market, dresses: check
-St. Patricks Cathedral
-Wax Museum, hopefully: Madame Toussaud's COMING SOON
-Porterhouse, briefly
-Valentine's Day

Now here's the part where my blog becomes a movie review. (You know, to show I have a wealth of skills, I am looking for a job after all, kidding, but really just to sing my praises to Valentine's Day). Let me first of all preface this with the fact that I am probably the worst movie or television critic you will ever meet. A faithful romantic comedy fan, I will probably watch, and enjoy, any movie in the genre. Marni often jokes that you know something is REALLY bad if I wont watch it. Having said that, I first saw the trailer for Valentine's Day back in the fall. I immediately knew it was the type of movie I would be rushing to see. Hence, I did see it, the second night it came out in Ireland. While the trailer contained virtually no information regarding the plot, the cast was enough for me. So I was in. However, I secretly knew with such a great cast and such excitement, this movie would never live up to my expectations. I'm happy to announce: I was wrong. This movie was great. Similar to Love Actually, the characters were perfectly intertwined. It was funny and cute and well done, even had a few surprises at the end.

My advice: Go see it for yourself, I may even go again...right now?
Seee ya later
xox

Hold the line...

Sorry, sorry, sorry for my inability to post in far too long. And sorry that again this will have to be a brief post.
Things are busy in London and instead of boring you with the incessant details of my day-to-day life: Class, Homework, Sleep, Work, Gym, Sleep, Work...and a very occasional time to relax in there...somewhere? I'm taking a different route today.
Needless to say I finally feel like I'm abroad and almost feel as though I might fit in at least somewhat inconspicuously...emphasis on the somewhat. (Although with working 3 days a week, I'm growing rather concerned that I'm always going to feel young based on my size alone.)

Things I'm getting used to & beginning/continuing to enjoy
-Walking around and seeing things I recognize from history, books, movies, the gamut
-Looking Right before Left, although the signs help (I will never get used to looking on the right side for the driver though!)
-Cooking for myself & Whole Foods London
-Grab & Go Food Places such as Pret & EAT
-Le Pain Quotidien Cherry Jelly
-The Ease of the Tube
-Surprisingly the food--YoSushi, Indian Food-anywhere, Food Halls, especially Harrods, Champion, Ben's Cookies (I will admit, my stomach HATES me and I'm making bold moves in attempt to please it)
-Amusing British sayings such as Hold the Line
-Musseli, British Granola which has oats instead of Granola, and the make your own stand at Whole Foods
-Spending money and not immediately converting it to American dollars
-BBC2, which we listen to all day at work (current favorites: Blame It on the Girls)
-Drinking tea all day long, without equal
-24 Hour Nurse Hotline, which sadly came in handy around 5am Sunday morning

I'm also growing quite nostalgic for certain things at home, including but not limited to:
-Dryers that work, better yet Lazybones to do all of my laundry for me
-Bathroom Light Switches
-Fridges that don't resemble mini fridges
-Free, or rather not pay as you go, television
-People who move out of the way when you are attempting to walk
-Certain Foods (Kettle Corn Ingredients, Equal,
-An organized university, cause lets be honest--Arcadia is a far cry from organized
-A good gym, equipped with someone to whip me into shape & keep me there
-J.Crew
-My comfortable bed, and even my little twin at home
-Target & CVS like stores
-Having a life
-Most of you

xox

quick hilights since we last spoke:
Notting Hill Arts Club
Tequila Tex Mex
The London Eye
HiYasaki Sushi--L15 for 7 appetizers and all you can eat sushi...Koyojin in London??
Harrods--picked out my future wedding dress (I hear it even comes with the British husband!!), delicious dim sum and ice cream sundaes that could cure world hunger and peace all at the same time...yah, I said that AND I'M LACTOSE INTOLERANT)
Oxford University
Ben's Cookies
Mrs. Dalloway's Walk through London
Indian Cooking Class with Monisha, don't worry I got her cookbook, signed and all

Hopefully the internet will last long enough to write this post

Thanks for hanging in there, I know it's been awhile! My internet has gone from mediocre to HORRENDOUS. Honestly, you'd think I'm in Kenya over here with the inability to even send an email between the hours of 6pm & 2am...which typically tend to be the only hours I'm home...how convenient. (Arcadia--you REALLY need to get your insert select language here together.) Now starts today's installment of: What IS Carly doing over there?

To answer this cliff hanger:
-Spending money. You know it's unbelievable how ridiculous the pound actually is. Then on top of that, living in London is comparable to New York City. Plus then there's that whole currency charges. Its typical to eat lunch for around L10, which then converts to 16 dollars! However, groceries seem to be cheaper, even whole foods, and, as I discovered today, Urban Outfitters.
-My Favorite Place in London thus far: Portobello Road. This market of a street is probably one of the coolest places I've ever been, and yes, I plan to go back soon. With street vendors selling everything from fruits & veggies to jewelry, scarfs and clothing to old cameras and leather messenger bags. I'm fairly certain that you could go every week and find something you've never even seen before...something I'm planning on doing. PLUS the food! Carts selling anything from seasoned olives and cheeses to sandwiches to CREPES AS GOOD AS THE ONE IN PARIS (the best one from Paris even!!) to Humingbird Bakery Red Velvet, which Avery & I finished before we even reached the cashier...hey! it was a long line!
-Kensington Palace & Kensington Gardens, which is maybe a 5 minute walk from my door step. Maybe it was because we went on a sunny day, which are so rare here, although it has been sunny the last few (but my widgets predicting rain for the next 2), but people were out in the park and it almost resembled spring, minus the fridgid weather, by London standards, of course. (I have noticed its actually colder here when its sunny out) Anyway, I really enjoyed the Palace, which houses Diana's dresses. Whether it was my love for The Queen, the movie, or just simply remembering this history as something that actually took place as part of my lifetime, I really enjoyed the visit.
-A trip to the Museum of London with class, which was actually the first boring museum I went to. Although staring at a certain someone wasn't so bad.
-Yo Sushi, which can only be described as living up to everything I hoped for. The sheer genius of the conveyor belt. However, I will admit it was a challenge figuring out what was what. But with everything they had to offer, I can EASILY overlook that
-Champion, our local pub, and I call it "our"pub lovingly. For L10 each, 4 of us, Avery, Becky, Hannah & I got 4 entrees, 2 appetizers & 4 ciders. Who could beat that?? Anddd it was even delicious!

Things to come:
-Trips have been booked: Dublin, Rome & Amsterdam
-Hopefully a trip to some combination of Scotland, Florence & Greece will be booked
-A trip to Oxford on Saturday, where I intend to visit the bookstore
-Brick Lane for Indian Food? Harrods for the food hall? Burberry Outlet? Who said that? Buckingham Palace? Or I guess, work, in approximately 9 hours...yuck. Guess you'll all just have to keep reading ; )

What is sleeping til 1030?

Good morning to all my faithful readers. It is currently 10:50 GMT and I have only just woken up. Which typically is only somewhat exciting but on this morning is fantastic! Why you ask? Because I do not currently remember the last time I slept past 8:15, let alone 10. However, I somewhat think this must be a reflection on just how much I've been doing. Thoughts...anyone?

This past week was our first week of classes and work. I'm slowly understanding why Dave once told me after a long week, or day, of work, he feels compelled to drink. I, on the other hand, feel compelled to both eat and drink, but maybe that's just cause I stare at and think about food all day long. I'm working at The Impact Agency, a marketing and public relationships companies which specializes in the food and beverage industry. So what did I do from 9:30 to 6 Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursdays?

Drank TEA.

See when I came to London, I expected to drink a lot of tea, and I already do that. But when I walked in on Tuesday morning and was handed the companies "10 Commandments," I knew I was in for A LOT of tea when commandment number 10 read "Drink TEA - and make it for others." And they do just that. Before I'm even able to complete my glass someone surely comes over, "more tea?"

But that's not all I'm doing. I'm reading British newspapers for food and beverage related news, I will admit the London Times' Dining Section does not even stand up to The New York Times' or even The Globe's. (Side Note: I know they criticize us for our ego-centricness, I'm not sure if that's a word, but I find their papers to have even less international news than ours. There was no mention of the State of the Union Address! The entire first section of the Times contains International News!) I'm also reading periodicals to see where food comes in to consumer magazines. I'm brainstorming ideas with them. I'm learning about their industries. I'm searching magazines features to find potential slots for our products (Jazz Apples, Macadamia Nuts, Gold Top Dairy Products, Goose Fat???) While I haven't done much, It's been very interesting and I'm definitely learning.

P.S. Check out this site
http://www.youtube.com/user/JazzAppleRecords

In unrelated news, our internet here at Palace Court is horrendous, which is why I apologize for not updating my photos more frequently. Photos from Paris & more from London are on their way, I promise!

It may not be sunny but London's definitely looking up

Hellooo from Cloudy London!

PARIS: Was wonderful. To quickly recap: In 2 days, we went to the Louvre (and took lots of inappropriate pictures with portraits & sculptures...pictures on the way!), The Opera House & Shopping (got a great pair of leather boots), The Arc du Triomphe, Street Crepes (avec sucre was my favorite), The Eiffel Tower, Musee D'Orsay, Notre Dame & Saint Chapelle. We then spent Saturday evening at the River Cafe. Barb got us the reservation and thank you to her! It might have been the most amazing meal of my life...Hannah even offered to marry Dave if she keeps sending us to restaurants like that (god knows how much Barb will love that). For 36 euros, cheap by Paris standards, we had 3 course meals, and beautiful presentation! I had the most delicious shrimp and avocado mousse followed by duck w/ beet sauce & AMAZING CHESTNUT POLENTA then followed my exotic fruit salad. Dont worry, there are pictures of that too! Then we were back by 11 am London time on Sunday morning, leaving plenty of time to grocery shop (I underestimated the prepared foods section last time), pick up my stain free dry cleaning, purchase some books and notebooks and do laundry (which took about 10x in the dryer--I think I may be looking into London's version of Lazybones. And I'm already missing Croissants for Breakfast.

Started classes today: I had a 9:30 London: Space, Place & Culture in the Metropolis, which meant I was up by 7:45, actually 7:15 cause Becky, my roommate, had set her alarm wrong. That was a little stressful thinking I overslept. The class, however, was interesting. It's sounding like it's going to be an easy semester. However, based on my professors looks, I might be seeking extra help. Avery & I then went to Whole Foods, where I found Soy Nuggets and more delicious soup. Did I mention prepared soups in London are amazing? Which, of course, is even better because London weather just ASKS me to eat soup! Then we returned to Cath Kidston, where I've found more things to purchase, and this very cute shopping area, which I will be returning to. Then we had Writers' London from 6-9. And home by 9:45...did I mention I start work at 9:30 tomorrow morning?

So anyway, sorry for the brief update, figure its better than nothing!!

Beginning to let go of mom's hand

For those of you who don't know me, although I have no idea why you'd be reading this...I'm really not that interesting!, I've been attached to my mother's hip since I was born. Even to this day, she continues to do far too much for me: making my phone calls, running my errands, making my appointments, chauffeuring me places, picking out my outfits, talking me through problems and much more. And for that reason, I decided I wanted to take my time abroad as an opportunity to become more independent. However, with so much going on, London has definitely been a challenge so far.

Going to college so far away from home, which many people were sure I would never survive, slowly acclimated me to life on my own. I learned to fend for myself a little more: running my own errands, cooking my own meals (although Barb preferred picking up my meals), "doing" my own laundry, putting away my clothes, making my own bed...life at home was prettty easy. While I did do all these things, some of them even better than my mom, cooking & folding at least, I wouldn't say I did them without help. There are constant phone calls home to ask endless questions and solve my problems, and make my appointments for when I come home for break.

However, at school, things were made easier by one-stop-shops where I can find anything and everything I might want and need. London, on the other hand, has no such thing. I'm quickly learning to appreciate Target for its ingeniousness, a place where you can literally find just about anything. London on the other hand, has no such thing. I find myself wandering into a million different shops looking for the same thing and sometimes have no idea where I can even find something. Yesterday, freak out number 3209823 occurred: the flowers stained my sweater. Do you have any idea how hard it is to figure out how to deal with that? I googled and went to a dry cleaner, which was boarded up. I had to go into 3 different stores looking for stain stick remover. Tried using the remover, which failed. Then resigned when I heard the boys in my building found a dry cleaner, I dropped the sweater off this morning.

So I think after almost 2 weeks of being in London, I'm slowly beginning to become more independent. Even took the tube all by myself yesterday!

PICTURES FROM ABROAD

Until I figure out a way to embed photos in here, Blogger isn't as easy as it looks, I've set up a shutterfly account for you, my avid readers, to see pictures from overseas!

www.carlyonqueue.shutterfly.com

ENJOY!

Will I be eating for the next 4 months?

Let me preface this by telling you about my feelings on grocery shopping, which by the way, are all positive. It may quite possibly be the root of why I would like to work in the food industry. Growing up, I spent Sunday mornings going grocery shopping with my father. At school, I do it at least once a week and whenever I'm home I seem to be constantly finding reasons to go and buy something. I try and go to obscure ones like the Asian one in Lawrence or Greek one in Lowell, or wherever that one is. It's always been a place to de-stress.

My first experience grocery shopping in London was anything but a de-stresser. In fact, I called my mother in the middle of it to announce I would NOT be eating for the next 4 months. Mind you, I did walk in with a list, which I had carefully thought about assuming what they may or may not have and what I typically make. Please keep in mind the following: 1. I love to cook 2. I typically use a lot of fresh vegetables and eat a lot of fruit 3. I'm lactose intolerant so constantly checking and reading every label. I checked the communal cupboard, equipped with some spices, cooking spray, sauces, ziplock bags, etc, anything that students from the past left behind. So, my list included seemingly simple things: Yogurt, Granola Bars, Popcorn, Snacks, Soy Nuggets (I know, not simple), Veggie Burgers, Frozen Shrimp, Veggies, Tea, Lemon Juice, etc.

I tried to keep it simple...and the grocery store was anything but simple. Within a minute of walking in, I was lost. As I went through aisle by aisle, instead of my usual contentness and, I guess, joy, each aisle led to more and more stress. I had no idea where to find anything, what to get and what I was going to eat for the next month. And why are on earth are eggs not refrigerator?

So after about an hour, I had finally given up. Exhausted, Frustrated, Confused and Concerned, I was ready to go home. I had found a variety of food that wasn't on my list to replace those that were and some, although very little, that were. Fresh fruit, yogurt (which by the way comes in unbelievable flavors--rhubarb is so far my favorite), pre-made stir fry veggies and A LOT of soup. So I guess I'll find a way to get by, sub my usual lifestyle, although I do love a good bowl of soup any day,...or maybe a trip to Whole Foods, which is apparently a 10 minute walk away : )

So in conclusion, suggestions on food are VERY MUCH welcome!
Off to Paris for the weekend, where I'm sure I'll have no problem finding something to eat!

Unfortunately Jude Law doesn't actually live in Surrey

But Julie & Jim do...This past weekend, or better yet day, was our homestay. And oh, what a day it was.

Let me preface this with the actual information we received prior to leaving for homestay. On Wednesday afternoon, we were told where and when we were going. The interns were divided into two different places: Wolking & Chertsey (which by the way, is NOT pronounced KURT-SEY, like they had told us, but actually as it sounds, CHERT-SEY. Both of which are located in Surrey. Thus, I immediately started thinking of the Holiday and was very excited. We were to leave on Friday at 5:45 and arrive in Wolking at 9:00 and Chertsey at 9:30. I left our meeting quite concerned that I did not know anyone going to my town, Chertsey, and did not know who, if anyone, would be in the same home as me.

That brings us to Friday afternoon when I quickly packed up and was ready to go by 5:30. When I walked downstairs, I FINALLY received my package, flowers from mom & dad (THANK YOU!) for my birthday. Thanks to Arcadia for finding an effective way of letting me know there were perishables waiting for me. So I quickly had to run up the 6 FLIGHTS of stairs to bring my flowers to my bedroom, where I realized I had nothing to put them in so I chucked them in the sink and left...fingers crossed they wouldn't die before I returned on Sunday. After registering in the morning (updates later when I even know the outcome), this day was not off to a good start.

Back downstairs, my bus quickly came and left...only to quickly stop to grab the two kids we forgot. Then a stop at Redcliffe Gardens to pick up more students, where the other bus leader, a randomly selected student, got on board to list the students she was missing, who all happened to be the students waiting at Palace Court...very smart move by Arcadia number 2. However, we were then on our way. Expecting a three hour drive, we were shocked when within an hour and a half, an hour of which was spent getting out of London, we arrived at Wolking to drop off a few students who had gotten on our bus. So at approximately 7, we left 10 students in a dark parking lot, smart move by Arcadia number 3. 10 minutes later, 2 1/2 hours early, we arrived at Chertsey and were called off the bus, missing many of the students who needed to be there. I'm sure you know what's coming next, SMA number 4. Students were jumbled into different homes then assigned and luckily I found the person, Amy, who was living with me and our new dad was there to pick us up!

So Amy and I went to our new home, had some dinner, watched She's the Man and talked with our new parents, Julie & Jim. In bed by 12 and up by 9, the entire group, both towns, spent the day at Winsor, touring the Castle, Eton & the town itself. The Castle itself was gorgeous and very fun to explore. I'm now dying to read my book, Lady Elizabeth and watch Elizabeth, The Queen, and all British movies of the sort. And the people who work there were so helpful, I think we may have asked them a million questions about the monarchy! We then spent the remaining time eating Fish & Chips (my first time in England--did you know they aren't strips in England but instead one large piece? and thumbs up for Mushy Peas! and what is a Spotted Dick or Bubbles & Squeek??) and shopping in Winsor. Don't worry guys: I found a new favorite store: Cath Kidston (sorry Eric!). Seems kind of like a British Vera Bradley and yes, there are multiple stores located in London, some even near our flat & my office! I'm already waiting for a cute messenger bag to go on sale!

We then went home for dinner, Julie made a recipe from an American BBQ cookbook I got her, and watched TV (mostly American shows), listened to Music (Jim downloaded Guster), & learned about eachother's lives. Amy and I had a lot in common (orthopedic surgeon fathers, siblings at NU, etc) and surprisingly, Jim & Julie do a lot of the same thing as my parents, play loud music too early in the am, watch all different kinds of TV shows, own a lot of movies, etc., etc. (Although, I'm not sure I would ever put the four of them together and I'd take my own any day!) Then we needed to be up and out of the door by 9 am to get back to London. Quite a short weekend of how much of a big deal Arcadia seemed to make it...seeing as we barely spent time with our families, hopefully that 1000-3000 page paper isn't what they made it out to be as well!

Off to the grocery store, which I'm sure will be entertaining/stressful/nerve-racking & more!

The British Accents are beginning to wear off

...No They Aren't.

Well I've now been in London for 3 days and I'm beginning to get into the swing of things...believe it or not! I won't lie, it was certainly an adjustment and I'm still falling asleep in the middle of meetings and plays...oops!

A Quick Recap, embedded with some entertainment, I hope!

4:45 Sunday afternoon, after lunch with Barb & Eric and a depressing Patriots game, we left Dave in Allston and headed to Logan. With shake-y hands, I boarded my flight and found my seat, on a rather larger plane. I took my aisle seat next to a woman who spoke very little English and enjoyed the sound of the flight attendants speaking to passengers and each other. I knew I was going to like it when I saw the tray table had "whilst," one of my favorite words, written on it. However, the 6 hour flight was going smoothly up until the point I fell asleep and lost my DVD case, which I continued to freak out about, tears included--breakdown number 1, until we were taxing and the nice man next to me found it under his seat. With customs questions about where and what I was studying and dragging my 2 extremely large bags on to a cart (which by the way, still didn't make it much easier), I was off headed for "The Meeting Spot." And what a spot it was...I didn't realize until I got there that there actually was a meeting spot. Anyway, so I found my group and was off to 11 Palace Court, my home for the next 4 months. Lucky me, got to climb the 6 flights of stairs to my room, with my 2 large bags. My GR (Graduate Resident), Philip, who, by the way, is like something out of a movie, helped me carry them all up the stairs to the top floor. The room was surprisingly large--the only double in the building, high ceilings, with 3 rather large closets, 2 beds, 2 desks, a mirror and a sink. My clothes even fit in the room--shocking I know!!

Then I spent the rest of the day running errands (Boots for Toiletries, Tesco for Water, Marks & Spencers for Sheets & Towels, etc), then exhausted was out by 9 p.m...only to wake up 2 hours later completely jet lagged. This of course, did not help my adjustment and lead to breakdown number 2, stay tuned, I'm sure there will be more. Not being able to sleep and exhaustion are never a good combo so after talking to friends, Skyping with Mom & Dad, who had a few words of encouragement and advice, I finally fell back to sleep by 3 am...which didn't feel so great at 815 when my alarm went off. We were off to City University, led by our fearless leader, Philip, for orientation (featuring our program director's introduction, equipped with corny candy metaphors, and a Panel of MPs from the different parties in England). It's funny how fast you see how little Americans know about the rest of the world. (Thanks to 106, I can confidently say I knew most of the information!)
We then spent the afternoon at St. Paul's Cathedral. The three pounds and exercise I got, plus the minor freak out, number 3, from heights on the stairs, were certainly worth it when we got to the top. Standing at the top of the cathedral outside, where you can see all of London, I realized how excited I was to be here.

We then ate dinner at Strada, an Italian restaurant (Side Note: My stomach is absolutely hating London. While usually I atleast TRY to avoid dairy, it's been difficult when constantly eating on the run or having meals provided for me. It'll be very happy once I can get to the grocery store for myself! (B-I've already put SoyNuggies on the list, if they have them of course!)), walked around to the London Eye, Westminster, Big Ben, etc, quickly showered, than went to Sports Cafe, which if I didn't get on the tube to go there, another side note: TUBE IS SO EASY...America, or NYC/Boston for my own case, FIGURE IT OUT!, I would have thought I was back in Wisconsin based on the sheer number of Americans in there.

Did I mention it was my birthday? Great way to spend the day...although I still dont feel 21 and I'm not sure I will until I'm back in the states.

Then today it was more meetings and then Every Good Boy Deserves Favour at the National Theatre, it was interesting to say the least. I slept through the beginning of it, still trying to catch up on the time different and the little sleep I've been getting : (

More meetings tomorrow, gotta be up early...yuck.
Miss you all, More later...pictures, maybe if I can figure out how!

Cheerio!