ANNIE GURNEYYYYYYY AND EMILY WURZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!
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Yes. All those extra letterz and exclamation pointz are necessary, becauze a weekend with the roomiez requirez lotz of thoze. Totez magotez. But only in that one sentence, because writing the entire post like that would be rawther obnoxious.
Of course, on Friday it rained. It is London, after all. I was a silly pseudo-Spaniard and, hoping for sunshine, I wore sandals. Luckily the agenda included lots of indoor sightseeing and adventures on the Tube. First on the list was the Victoria and Albert Museum. The best parts were the exhibits made for children. We require lots of diversions, so interactive things are great.
We played dress up.....
and played with stage lighting!
Also we found a room with all these super famous statues and we got really excited because we thought that it was a special exhibition with all these statues from Italy and Spain and other places and we were going to be able to see all the originals together at one time! It was totally, like, a party, with, like, the David and Trajan's Column and that one really famous Pietá.
But then we saw the sign that said "Casts Court," meaning that all those awesome statues we just gawked at were FAKES. WHAT THE HECK!!?? Who makes loads of fake statues and puts them in a museum?? So misleading. Whatever. Moving on.
Next we went to the Museum of Natural History which was AWESOME. Highly recommended for children (except the Human Body exhibit--a little bit extremely creepy and weird), so obviously being 21 years of age I had a spectacular time. The dinosaur exhibit was so legit. The Bacon Wallet really enjoyed himself as well, except for the moments when he was almost eaten by the hungry dinos.
Friday night, we raged. Kind of. There was a karaoke fail, a midgaming/blackberry fail, and Rocket fail. But it was the PEOPLE that mattered, not the places!
Saturday, we strolled around London and I got to see Annie and Emily's natural habitat. The temporary one, anyway. The London Centre for the ND kids is ridiculous. Apparently Notre Dame out-bid the French Embassy for this building...that's how insane it is. It blows the Fundación out of the water. But I wouldn't trade ever the Fund for that building! I love Toledo just the way it is...even if the London building does have a marble staircase and roses carved into the molding. I'd choose linoleum floors and a cobblestone alley any day of the week...no offense, London.
After seeing the ridiculousness that is the London Centre, we enjoyed Trafalgar Square for a bit. And by that I mean we looked like absolute fools trying to climb onto the lions for a picture. It's actually a LOT harder than you would think...so don't judge. We weren't the only ones struggling. I promise.
Obviously we had to ride the London eye, and of course as soon as the doors closed for our ride up to the most majestic and picturesque view of London there is......my camera died. Perfect. So no pictures of that, sorry. I have no official documentation of the rest of the weekend, but I promise it happened. Plans for Abbey Road were foiled by rain and lack of time, but we had a nice pub dinner of fish and chips and Strongbow (England's sub-par version of Bulmers...not like I'm biased or anything...) and went back to the ND flats to get ready for round 2 of London raging. This time was a success, thank goodness. At the end of the night/morning, after a somewhat teary goodbye (ha ha), the roomiez parted wayz and I made my way back to my 18-person room (thankfully my bed was still empty) to shower, pack, check out and ball out of the UK.
I came home to Toledo at 3:30 pm completely exhausted from severe lack of sleep. It was loooovely to open the door to the smell of cocido coming from the kitchen and a new fluffy comforter on my bed! Since it's getting cooler at night here and central air units are not used much, we're finally breaking out the comforters. So I ate lots and lots, went to mass, came home and slept until morning. It was wonderful.
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