The flight over was all kinds of miserable, between the tiny cramped seat, a total three hours of sleep, and a minor panic attack that my luggage had chosen not to make the trip. Then there was the fiasco at our first official lunch in London, where ordering ice water was the most confusing request our waiter had dealt with in a while, and resulted in some glasses of water along with a bowl of ice cubes and a spoon. Thanks. After that and some other minor obstacles, we’ve finally started to settle in for the long haul (or… four-month-haul?). The initial wave of errands seems to be dying down so hopefully now we’ll have time during the day to do fun things instead of Google-map the nearest grocery store.
We’re off to pub night at Imperial College, right across the street, so maybe we’ll meet some British folk who aren’t shocked and appalled by how we’ve butchered their language? We shall see!
More later, cheers?
The London Eye :)
Lauren, Me, & Reggie at the airport... Bye NYC.


you sound like youre from lahndahn!
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