Catch That Bus!

Supposedly, the few days after my Edinburgh trip were going to be relaxing and uneventful. Ha! As if that could ever happen in London...

Did you know that I scare easy? Well, actually, I can't think of a single one of you that doesn't already know that. Every single museum that we have gone to, something has scared the heck out of me. Voices booming from primordial ooze, creepy fake men, you name it. Friday was no exception. We went to the Victoria and Albert (art that is not paintings), where I was frightened by a snarling ceramic camel, and the Natural History Museum, where I was frightened by several dead rabbits and a "falling" "rock". At least the people around me get a good laugh, I guess. On our way back, a whole bunch of police with guns came running down the street yelling for everyone to move, then ran into the Science Museum. Interesting...

In theory, Saturday sounded relaxing. Yeah, no. We went to the Christmas halls at Harrod's, which are not as exciting as they might sound. Lots of expensive ornaments, but no really cool elaborate decorations or anything. They also have pretty much the world's fanciest bathrooms, with complimentary perfume and hand lotion and lots of marble and the like. Afterwards, we tried to go to a restaurant called Wok Wok. So, we walked and walked forever, only to discover that the restaurant is no longer there. Moral of the story? Don't walk-walk to Wok Wok.The Italian food we had instead was just not as exciting. We hoped to ease our disappointment with Magnum bars (like a gourmet Eskimo Pie), but stupid Tesco was out of the chocolate ones. We found one open box in the back, and were so desperate that we totally bought it anyway. Bad idea. The chocolate was flaked off and they were frozen hard. Moral of that story? Desperation leads to ugly, half-frozen measures.

Sunday is supposed to be the day of rest, right? WRONG!! I mean, Sunday is an 8 hour day for me with church and travel time anyway, but typically uneventful. This Sunday, we got in a bus chase. As we arrived to switch buses, our bus totally pulled away right before us. Our driver yelled at us to get back on, then proceeded to speed and tail the other bus for three blocks. Mucho exciting! We also went to dinner with my bishop (food from Ghana is waaay good), so we ended up being gone from 8 am to 6:30 pm.

Monday, I managed to get into the swing of class by actually going to class, but not by actually doing homework. Instead, I went to H & M twice (but didn't buy anything), sent a thank you note, ate chocolate, played Imaginiff, analyzed my birthmark, listened to the song Eleanor about twenty-five times...Aren't I such a good student?