Maybe I put too much effort into uploading my pictures online because this has taken me forever to get together. I could do without posting pictures on the blog but I know my mom reads this semi-frequently and luckily I have a mom who hasn't joined the Facebook ranks. Let's hope it stays that way.
So as you all know, I was in London this weekend to ring in Erin's 21st birthday. I had a fantastic time. There's nothing quite like having three of your best friends greeting you (with a name tag) as you make your way into the gigantic Liverpool Street Station. It was wonderful. Though I do love being in Prague and I've met some incredible girls that I'm quite certain will stay my friends well after this trip, it was amazing to run into the arms (cheesy) of friends who knew me "before Prague."
I decided to be a budget-conscious traveler and took public transportation to Ruzyne airport. That's tram, metro, and then a bus to the terminal. For the most part it went over smoothly except for boarding the bus... I had to stand. And I ended up accidentally pushing a Czech woman who gave me the stink eye for the entire half hour bus ride. And I gave her one right back. She smelled. I am so thankful that English can be found in all airports because my Czech is not strong enough to get around an airport sans English. The flight was painless and coming into Stansted was breath of fresh air. English. Everywhere. YES!
After meeting with Dan, Lindsey, and Erin at the station, it was time to take out some money and then time for food. I was hungry. They don't feed you on EasyJet in case you were wondering. We spotted London Bridge at night (gorgeous) and headed over to the bar where Erin's roommate James would be playing later that night. Dinner was greeted with some beers and my first taste of an English pie. So. Good. And again: the menu was in English. We went downstairs after and hung out and caught up and watched James's act. It was good stuff. I also learned that night that I will be joining Dan and Lindsey at their cooking class... IN ROME. Excitement could not be contained.
We took a cab back to Erin's and Erin turned 21 in the cab. And they drive on the wrong side of the road I don't care what you people say. The right side... is the right side. That is all.
Saturday was fantastic. I don't want to bore everyone with details (I seem to have blabbed on before), but we surprisingly got to see many of the tourist stops without the help of a double decker bus. That saved us 20 pounds right there. The weather was perfect and coffees in tow, I was able to stay awake for EVERYTHING. From Buckingham Palace to Big Ben to the ultimate touristy telephone picture to Picadilly Circus to... well as much as we could fit in approximately 5 hours. And I had fish and chips for lunch!
Speaking of that : I had no appetite for the first few days here in Prague but once my nerves settled down my appetite picked up HARDCORE. Between the few beers that I have a week and my inability to just eat salads and chicken day in and day out... I might be getting chubby in the CR. But in the words of my small friend Robin, "eh, you'll just lose it when you go back." Such wise words.
I had strawberry beer for the first time at a pub before dinner, a crazy Chinese dinner to ring in Erin's birthday, a pub after that, and then the sweatiest dancing ever at O Bar. Unfortunately it took waiting 45 minutes in the freezing London weather for a bus that didn't come until a few minutes before we got a super expensive cab back to Erin's. Gah London is so expensive.
But so clean. And yet it's beause the cleaning crew comes out at night as the bars are closing and people are stumbling their way (literally) to cabs or buses. It was the craziest thing I've ever seen, I felt like 95% of the city was completely wrecked, tripping, walking barefoot, or hanging out against buildings - because walking just is not an option. WILD.
Still, it was good to come back to Prague. I did miss it. I like the girls I've met here.
Life is good, even with a lighter and lighter wallet as the days pass.
S.
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