"So to Greenwich I go."

There’s something relaxing about a guided tour. You can just let your feet wander and listen, maybe your mind wanders a bit too. You are immersed in the sights and atmosphere you’re seeing, but a part of you is free to both observe and explore thoughts as well.

Such was the case in Greenwich.



After getting off the boat, I wandered through green squares that great dramas unfolded in (namely those concerning Anne Boleyn and a certain May Day joust). I stood in two hemispheres of the world at once. I ate fish and chips in a pub Charles Dickens used to frequent. I walked through halls where students of the Royal Academy learned how to be gentlemen. I frolicked through an old outdoor space shouting Americanisms, mostly to do with the KeSha obsession plaguing my friends and I. I scavenged for Tudor pots on the Thames riverside.

I did not, however, have coffee. String cut - end scene.

Despite rain and the predictable java disappointment, it was a lovely day. I throughly approve of Greenwich. It’s worth the hype.





I also did a lot of homework. AND LAUNDRY! (Though the confusing UK machine took my money at first. Don’t worry mom, reimbursement is on the way.) I met a man named Dr. Who, too. He's dreamy. Tomorrow the weather is supposed to be gray (big surprise there) & I will spend my day in Senate House Library.

Adieu, xoxo & Cheers.
D

(Again - I apologize for any days lacking posts.)