A Hop, Skip, and Jump Over the Pond

I am in London.

It's hard to believe. The last 24 hours have been absolutely crazy.
I left on a plane while the sun was setting on the cornfields of Iowa and after two flights, bad airport food and security, I woke up in London. It's been a long day.

But I AM HERE.

I wouldn't want to be in any other place.

There is a sense of belonging here. (shhhh. don't tell my mom!) ;)
Already I feel at home.
The streets filled with people.
The fresh produce and baked goods in the shop windows.
The sense of community outside pubs and cafés.
The sounds of people laughing and listening.
The unique style of each individual.
The different languages and cultures.
The pride in their heritage left behind by great thinkers, leaders, teachers, writers, and artists.

I am wonderfully overwhelmed and filled with joy at this opportunity to spend three weeks in this beautiful city studying some of the best authors in British history. What an amazing adventure.

Here is what I did today:
Started my adventure.
Saw my first double decker red bus.
Ate my first European meal. Yes. I had to pay for water.
Went grocery shopping and bought some really yummy English Tea.
Went to Covent Garden Market and saw street performers and where Eliza Doolittle sold flowers in the play My Fair Lady. Classic.

Here are a few things I still have to learn:
Don't worry about the taxi cab driver's driving. "He has it under control"...or so he says.
Look left before crossing the streets.
Be able to convert pounds into dollars.

Well, I'm off to bed for more adventures tomorrow.

Until next time,
Cheerio!
Bethany Berger