There is an interesting tidbit of information for you. Here's another--I somehow managed to make it from London to Granada without getting lost and without dying. To do this I took a taxi to a bus to the airport to another bus to ANOTHER bus to a bus that took me to Margaret's door. That's six different transfers. Mother of pearl, I am amazed at myself. Especially because I realized that I don't speak a word of Spanish. And surprisingly enough, the colors and days of the week don't help very much. I could't even remember how to say "I don't speak Spanish." So, I now have a newfound gratitude that all the people in England speak English. But anyways, the quick sum up of the family's visit:
That Monday the parents got into Bath around seven, so naturally we had dinner around 8:30. We went to the BEST Indian restaurant, my favorite anyways, as it overlooks the abbey. Martha came with us too, and we had some great nan and curry and deliciousness. Then I read an entire 333 page book in a night, and the next day we walked around Bath and had dinner at a thai place that overlooked the water, after shopping and having a pint in the Huntsman. I think this was also the day we went to the model museum and saw how they make all the models of the little houses that my dad loves. It was really very cool--the woman let us come into the workshop to see how they do it. The next day, then, was spent going to the fashion museum, the Jane Austen center, and the streudle shop. YUM. It was a good day. Then we went to Lacock again, where we were able to get into the abbey and see the Harry Potter sites, as well as walk around the cute town and enjoy some lovely soup and a brie and bacon sandwich. YUM. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and the parents left me for London, and I had to go to class in the morning on Thursday.
I made it to London myself around six, and immediately after getting to the Vicarage Hotel (with 100ish stairs--whoa), we went to see "The End of the Rainbow," which was about the downward spiral of Judy Garland. It was amazing--the woman playing Judy Garland was fabulous, and the British guy was awesome. Then, as we didn't have dinner, we went to the Spaghetti house (at 10:30) and I was reminded how much I love Spaghetti Bolognese. I cannot wait to get to Italy. We had an amazing dinner and then stumbled home around midnight when they were closing up. The next morning we woke up bright and early to go get tickets for Billy Elliot, then walked over to meet Mira and Mclean (AND we got fro yo at a place called SNOG. This was amazing.). Then we stopped by John Soane's house turned museum which was really cool--he had so much stuff to shove in there that he added some moveable panels to his walls so he could hang all his pictures. How nice. There was so much stuff in there that they made you either drop off your bag, or carry it in a plastic bag by your side so it wouldn't bump into anything. Then we made our way over to the British museum where we saw the Rosetta Stone and parts of the Parthenon and things. It was very cool. Then we saw Billy Elliot which, I have to say, might be the best musical production I've seen. I mea WHOA that 12 year old can dance. And act, and sing. Now that is talent. And there was a woman sitting in front of us having more fun than I did the first time we saw Get Smart. And that is saying something. Snorting like mad, this woman was. Sometimes een before the joke was out. Bizarre.
But that night we had one of the best dinners yet, and we scarfed it down in under a half hour. I had a great quiche and french onion soup. Delisc. I reccommend Maggie Jones to anyone in London. Then the next day we went to Portobello Road, rode the London Eye, took a boat to the Globe, walked oer Millenium Bridge (don't worry, the Death Eaters weren't trying to destroy it at the time), went to Evensong at St. Paul's, had ice cream at Harrod's, and then ended the night at a wine bar for dinner. GREAT day. Truly, one of my favorite days ever, I would have to say. And parents, thank you SO MUCH for everything we did while you were here, I could not be more grateful or appreciative that you came. It was great to be with you and Mira and Mclean and I miss you a lot already.
Anyways, I said goodbye to the family around 5:30 in the morning, and then high tailed it to a cab to get me to the bus. Which then got me to the airport two hours early. So I had a little nap and then got myself to the gate. Now, let me tell you all something about Ryanair. While it is nice that it is inexpensive, it is awful. There is a 10 kg weight limit on bags, which means that I had to take stuff out of my bag and shove things in my pockets, the seats are cramped, you have to pay for drinks, and I somehow managed to pick the only window seat without a window. Yikes. But, it got me to my destination, so all is well. Once in Spain, I simply walked into the country through an empty border control booth. Righteous. Then I met a girl who asked me in Spanish where the busses were, and I said, "I have no idea," and then she turned out to be Scottish and we found our way together. Then I took the two busses to Murcia and Granada, where Margaret came to pick me up. I have never been so happy to see her. And now I have to go and see some sights! Love you all!
-LPRO
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