The Beginnings of Britain

Travels, Trains, and bad Harry Potter jokes 

Tube Travel.
Cuz it turns out floo powder doesn't exist.

 It's been about 7 hours since I've arrived in "The Big Smoke" city and all I can think of right now is what a terrible nickname that is for London. But I felt I couldn't just call it 'London' because that's just not bloggy enough. And seeing as how this is my first blog during my stay here in England what better what better way to start it then by reminding us all that London has a history of (quite literally) "breath-taking" air pollution that regularly gave rise to thick pea soup fogs in the past. Good idea? Yeah, didn't think so.

But if you know anything about London then you know there's a history, culture, and attitude that overrides any thought of smog. And that's the point of this blog; to capture and record my life and times here in "The Land of the Almost as Free as Us". Ha, there! I coined my own nickname. Deal with it :)

So as I sit here in my flat, typing away at what has been not much more than a day of travel and instruction I still can't help but to see the potential of my adventures and feel as giddy as a teenager girl before her first date with a guy that probably looks like me. Such an excitement of sure pleasure stems from one point on my way back from shopping at the local supermarket. Naturally I took a wrong turn down an alleyway and happened to come upon none other than this little treasure;

This was none other than the home where the famous Prime Minister Churchill spent many of his hours living and many of his hours dying. It just happened to be there, right by my flat! Who knew? So I soaked in the moment and have since been preparing myself for even more such occasions that London so easily warrants us.

Tis will be the way of my stay here in England; one monumental and/or significant historical artifact after another.

The only thing I'm worried about is kicking my old habit of locking myself up in my apartment whenever I have homework and not coming out till I know more about the subject than my professor. I can't do that here! There is too much to see and too little time for me to only focus on why I initially came, but you can be sure it will not be the reason I stay. So here's to me to try to slack off and enjoy the experience more than the education.

Now as this post comes to a close, I shall at least want to leave you with a smile;

(during a meeting with the flat supervisor)

Supervisor: (in the thickest British accent) So you can buy postage stamps across the street.

Me: That's great. But where's the Owlery??