italiano!

italy is one big blast of a time. it's wonderful. we started off in florence, which was alright. we saw the david by michelangelo, which was amazing...he's really, really, really big! i think the best part of was the hotel room. 2 floors of sweet fun in one room! 2 bathrooms, 3 beds, tv, mini bar, badays (however the heck you spell those...as dennis describes them, "it's like a carwash for your behind." no, i have not used one yet and have no itensions of using one)...and our room had one big huge belcony! it was a blast. next was rome, where we almost had a toga party...didn't quite happen, but maybe tonight? who knows. first night in rome, we party under the beautifully lit colleseum...it was so beautiful. the next day we had a tour of the vatican, saw the museum, the sistine chapel, which was slightly a let down. there was so many people there and our tour guide warned us many times before we entered: no pictures, videocamers and NO TALKING. we entered and it was so jammed packed with people screaming at people you would have thought it was wall street. but the paintings by michelangelo were so beautiful...it's not what i imagined the sistine to be, but it was pretty amazing. then we went over to st. pauls (we saw st. peters the night before, equally amazing). the cool thing about st. pauls is that it is so porportioned that you have no idea exactly how big everything is in there. there was writing on the top of the walls that look to be about a foot but was really 6 feet tall! we also saw a dead pope...i can't remember which one, all preserved in a glass case with wax over his face. kind of creepy. we didn't have time to go down and see john paul II, not enough time. from there we excited and got back on, what we affectionatly call "the eurobus" as that's what it's named (it may be sung a couple times in a row). then a couple of girls and i ran around town seeing julius ceasars grave, the mouth of truth and a whole bunch of ruins. then that night we hit up the trebbi (sp?) fountain and the spanish stairs. 3 others and i stayed at the spanish stairs until way into the night as there were many guitar players there and we were so mesmerized. it was an absolute blast. we met germans and sang and clapped along to well known songs. if you go to rome, i advise you to go pary at the roman steps and the fountain one night and plan on staying late...and hit up the colleseum at night when not to many people are there and it's beautifully lit up. today we visited orviato (which is rumored to be where they filmed under the tuscan sun). i wanted desperatly to buy a sunflower, my favorite just to carry around for the day, but they are out of season. instead, i indulged on fresh picked fragola (strawberries) from the market and some fragola gelato (ice cream!) it was fantastic. we made it to venice tonight...well outside of venice. the most expensive hotels in the world are in venice so we aren't staying there. we are a little ghetto-y here at our hotel area, but the rooms are nice. but nothing like our posh places at florence! o well. to lido tomorrow for a beach party! it's so hot here...sorry to hear it snowed at home...what happened with that? we had the cold weather here when you had the hot weather and now it has done a 180. odd. anyways...shower and bed! night!

switzerland!

hello all! it's been awhile since i posted but it's been go go go since we left oxford. paris was the most wonderful city ever. we first got to our hotel, opened the windows and we were all hanging out, shouting out to the world that the eiffel tower was to the left. it was pretty funny. we went up the sacre coure the first night to get a feel for the art district and sat in on mass there. they have a great view of the city. the second day we had a bus tour, saw the louvre and the mona lisa and crown jewels and many many tourists. we ended at notre dame which is an amazing cathedral. from there a bunch of us hit up hard rock cafe, which is my favorite. then we went out walking and that night had a great bike tour by fat tire bike tours, which is a bunch of awesomely cool, twenty something americans who just happen to be giving bike tours as their job. we had these old granny like bikes, bright yellow vests and bells. my bike's name was aussie, aussie, aussie, oy, oy, oy! which i thought was fitting...i think of the australian swimmers when ever i hear that! we had some fantastic ice cream, went all over town and through traffic on our bikes and ended with a boat ride and wine while traveling down the seine. the next day myself and 2 friends hit up the monet museum which was the best art museum i think i have ever seen. just fantastic. then we walked around town, saw napoleon's humongous above ground grave and then sat at the very top of the eiffel tower for a really long time watching the sun go down over the city of paris and all the lights come on. we were even on it when it sparkeled at the top of the hour! then we walked down it part way taking crazy pictures. i pretended to slide down on my stomach. it's a great picture. then we went back to the hotel for a little while and then we got wine, went up to sacre coure and just watched the city for a long time. then we walked the red light district coming back, passing the moulin rouge. morning came too soon and we left at 8 and now i'm in switzerland! completely different from france. it's lovely. we went to what i would like to call a switzerland how-down and watched people try their hand at the alphorn, yodeling and traditional dancing. we laughed all night. then we had a great night dancing at a club and today, we have a tour at noon, and right now we are just exploring the whole town of lucern. we're hoping to go up a mountain this afternoon, but it depends on the weather, or basically the clouds. tomorrow it's florence, italy! i'm excited for italy and hopefully some warm weather! i'll try and keep in touch. take care!

19.4.05 april

only 2 more days left of our time here at this lovely town of oxford. we have exhausted our list of things to see and do or oxford to what i need to study and when can i get my laundry doen? i know i'm gung-ho about buying film here from english speaking people - however - i know i would get a better deal with the dollar in france. i also need to hit the internet and get some info on switzerland for my bus tour presentation. maybe i can do that tomorrow, plus study, do laundry and pack. wednesday is test day and thursday 6:30 am, our bus leaves for the white cliffs of dover and by supper we will be in paris (par-ie!) which as they say in 'anastasia' paree holds the key to your hear - with some oo la lalas.

tonight, kent, louise, andy b, dennis and jen h. and i went to the eagle and child for a small part of our assignment overseas: we had to each read a part of our journal to louise so she knew we were keeping one. it was quite interesting to hear others journals and their styles of journal writing. some had short entries, others long, some more detail than others, some more thoughtful. i read my part of my first trip to london. i think that's what my travel essay will be on. then we had fun talking while we sat in the cozy atmosphere. dennis told us how he had a FREE RIDE SCHOLARSHIP TO STANFORD FOR SWIMMING. we all gasp at the fact he gave it up - for love. i am completly jealous. he could have swam int he olympics and with natalie coughlin and i think the kirk sisters go there. amazing. it was great fun. we finished it off with a trip to houssains (more "big smiles!" haha) as, let's face it, supper really wasn't all that great. then we had a cold walk home - and now - to sleep!

Paris is comming!

thursday night i will be in paris! (or as i like to call it...paree!) i've been studying hard, getting laundry done and packing up my ever growing collection of stuff that i have accumulated over here. i sent some stuff home yesterday...wasn't all too cheap but i simply didn't have room for an easter basket. just wasn't going to work. so...6:30 am thursday, i'm on a bus headed for the ferry over to france. scarry.

i thought i would leave you with a list of all that i have done that i still haven't mentioned on the blog...a lot of it is trips to london. here you go:

-the trans-international scrabble game between louise and andy. louise won but we had fun with everyone. we had paparazzi there, commentators, official word looker-upper, and official rules person. we had good old fashion fun.

-thursday gloucester green markets. it's a huge rummage sale and all very cool. you can find almost anything, for cheap.

-first visit to london: buckingham palace, outside of westminster abbey (much too expensive to go in), big ben and parliament sightings, trafalger square and beautiful fountains, national gallery of art (van gogh's sunflowers!), show: STOMP! banging on everything including the kitchen sink, double choc flake frescatos...mmm, mmm, good, moving statues, street shows, street paintings, outside british airways london eye (the huge faris wheel)... i heart london!

-2nd trip to london, 1st trip by myself...see posting below

-3rd trip to london: tower of london including seeing the crown jewels (soo soo pretty), the story of the 2 murdered princes and not knowing who killed them, anne bolyn's grave and where she was beheaded and where she was proposed too, learned she was witch like...had 6 fingers! saw the london bridge, pretty depressing, real one is in arizona of all places. HARD ROCK CAFE! they had honey mustard! went into the vault and held jimi hendrix's guitar! saw the huge collection of guitars and could hold what ever i wanted, saw paul lennon's hand written songs, learned how the hard rock was first started as this was the first hard rock: eric clapton used to live by the american cafe in london and went in for his daily drink and someone was in his spot and the bartender argued that that person's money was just as good as clapton's so eric came back the next day with a signed poster and demanded his spot back and then other artist started pouring in other memorabilia and then when the american cafe decided to go international they changed to the hard rock cafe.

-city of bath and the roman baths, the city of burford (cotswald village)

-4th trip to london, 2nd solo trip: Tate Britain art museum, at leister square saw nicole kidman at london premiere of the interpreter, went and saw chicago on stage

-Warwick Castle: old medieval castle, climbed all over it, saw peacock gardens and many old torture devices and elizabeth I riding sadle.

-stratford-upon-avon: saw shakespear's grave, his supposed childhood school, and his supposed birth house (they don't have actual proof but are pretty sure that's where he was born, saw the royal shakespear company's a midsummer's night dream, the guy who played puck was the same guy who was heath ledger's friend in a knight's tale plus a couple (well more than a couple) pounds, AND i fed a swam ice cream. it was amazing

-had to deal with my dog's death. it was hard.

-5th and final trip to london: left really early, kensington palace and gardens, princess diana's dresses and princess margaret's state apartment and king william III's state apartment (it's big), also queen victoria and mary (the queen mum) were born there. i also saw a collection of queen elizabeth II's dresses. london eye ride and how they tell you to "enjoy your flight!", a quick run through the tate modern for jill, and the jack the ripper tour...it's not pretty what he did.

Houssains

Mmmmm...food. I walked a good half mile and arrived at the big trailer with the bright red "Houssains" on the back. they had what i was craving after a dull, icky, dinner at wycliffe hall (i'm going to come out of this trip fat...they have a horrible diet going for us over here of nothing but meat, potatoes and bread or pasta...ick), and that something was a donner. i was psyched. i walked this half mile in the dark, by myself (no one else wanted to go or had just got back). "yes, please," houssain said as i approached as every other worker at a food establishment asked you when taking your order (probably due to the fact that 'yes' and 'please' are the most common known workds in any language). i flashed a precious smile and asked for my favorite - a donner kebab. it's a turkish sandwich in a poscket like break with lots of veggies (lettuce, cabbage, cucumbers, and onions), lamb meat (same meat in gyros) and garlic sauce. although not as good as those in berlin (susanna got me addicted), these will do. houssain starts preparing my donner (pronounced derner) and then come back and told me how much. i handed him some coins and then he repeated the price - i was to pence short! i reached to hand him 10 pence and said tha's ok and gave a sneaky look to his co-worker. "just give me 'nother big smile." i flashed him my cheesiest and he said, "alright, very good!" wrapped my donner up and handied it to me, i flashed another cheesy grin and was on my way.

check it out

i highly recommend you check out louise's blog, our trip leader. it has more information on what we have been up to, AND pictures! none of me, but pictures none the less. the link is on my side bar, located not at the bottom of this page due to the berlin pictures taking up lots of room. one day it will return to it's rightful spot on the side of the page!

Good Quote:

"No, the long version is 'spoonerific.'"

-leslie, in response to a question on our really long game on elimination SPOONS.

happy silver anniversary!

happy silver anniversary mum (hehe) and dad! it's been 25 years...hope your day is wonderful!!!

happy 21st, carly!!

hope your 21st (on the 10th) was wonderful!!

it's coming...

...the end of our stay in oxford. tomorrow:
-warwick castle
-stratford-upon-avon
-'a mid-summer night's dream' performance by the royal shakespear company at the shakespear globe theater

thursday:
-london and tate britain (more artwork!)

friday:
-another attempt at blenheim palace (more on the first attempt later)

saturday:
-portsmith downs and the dock yard

sunday:
-last trip to london :(

we leave very very soon.....

i tried

i tried to call nate. it didn't work. i don't think i have the right number and booty gave me the wrong number. unless he changed his number and didn't tell me. nate...you should email me your number.

ick

yeah, you guys should be livin it up back home...

it's been nothing but cold and rainy here in oxford.

7-4-2005 april Thursday

i just got back from a trip to london - that i went on ALL-BY-MYSELF!! it was fantastic. didn't worry not even once (well, maybe that i was looking too touristy when i took out my map). i decided to go their on my own for fear ofnot being able to see all that i want tolof london. i boarded thebus right after class and went there, eating my lunch on the way. 2 hours later i was there, dropped off on some london street corner not quite knowing where to go. i needed a bus to tate modern, but these buses wizzing past me didn't show that they were going there. i kept looking, not quite sure what to do. first thing i probably should do is buy a bus ticket, and i found a ticket vender right in front of me, so i purchased a pass. then i started walking untili figured that my best bet would be to go to waterloo station. i find a bus stop and tentatively hop the next bus that says waterloo. good thing i have a street smarts -yeah. moments later i was dropped off at waterloo - and a costa coffee. i think it was a sign from God, him telling me to congratulate myself for getting this far so i ran inside for my favorite - double choc flake frescato. i took that and easily navigated myself through the streets until i proudly stood in front of the grand Tate Modern. i entered and noticed i had an hour and a half to see everything so off i went - first stop - the turbine hall - the gallery used to be an old mill and the turbine hall is a grand opening - pretty much of nothing. every now and then they will fill it was a huge piece of art,but today it was empty except for the sound ofwhat i believe may have been a turbine - to add to the atmosphere - you could hear it grouning as you went up the escalator. i then turned up the next one and entered the first gallery - picasso, matisse, monet, dali, polluck, degas, rodin, rothko - so many, many, many great works of art! i can't even believe how many masterpieces i have seen. i even saw one of my favorites - watterlillies by claude monet, amazed by how huge it was. i even saw some rooms that were a whole piece in themselves. on of the 30 copies of squeak's favorite, 'tiny dancer aged 14,' by degas was there. for some reason i thought it would be larger, but beartiful just the same. then, after the 2 gallery floors, successfully completing the gallery, i ran down tothe gift store and bought favorites that i saw and a poster tube. i was pretty excited about the poster tube. now i have something to put all my posters in and it says TATE and it's blue.

out the door, i crossed the famous millenium bridge to st. pauls, taking pictures the whole way. after many photographs, i hopped a bus to victoria's station - not knowing it was going the wrong way. so i had to wait for a turn around bus, which didn'tlast long, and then i was off, back to victoria. i hopped off early for food, then best i could see was mcdonalds, so i went for a safe bet with chicken mcnuggets. i then put the food in my backpack and went to locate the bus stop for the oxford tube back to oxford. i found victoria's station and circled it - finding nothing. it now started to rain so i ran to take cover andtake out a map. went back, went down another street and successfully located the bus stop. after a long wait, a crabby bus driver, who i lied to, sort of,when he asked if i had KFC in my backpack (he was my pop in my hand). i told him no, and he said that's what he though. i was telling the truth - i had mcdonalds. found a spot on the top deck, got situated and took out my food - enjoyed my peaceful ride back to oxford. feeling more independent than ever.

Tues. 5 April 2005

today was a day of confrontation. well - only this morning before class. laura m. stood up to suggest that vegtarians get to 'cut the que (cue?)' of the lunch line as by time some of them get to the lunch servers, the vegetarian food is all gone and then they can't eat. this is happening due to when someone doesn't like the main course offering and takes vegetarian instead, which the cooks did not plan the food for them to eat vegetarian. and since everyone needs food, we decided that would be the best option.

carly s. stood up next. she also had an issue to bring up. she's very brave, i think, because i wouldn't normally bring this up. this is what she said:

'the bemidji people really like the moorhead people and this isn't a 'we don't like you thing' but we were wondering if we could have alternating nights with the common room becausewe feel like we can't come in there...

or something along those lines.

anyway, it was really sweet what she said. all we wanted was to be able to use the tv room also - or even just watch the news. but when you walk into the commons room, you suddenly feellike a foreigner as they all stare at you. then you turn around and walk out. well, all the moorhead people (well, not all - just the eyes-glued-to-the-tv-ones) are upset. they tried to justify themselves with excuses - but it just didn't work. it was suggested to have people fill out suggestions to the solution on a piece of paper and then turn them into louise. we'll have to see what happens.

this afternoon we went to summertown, a small little shopping town 6 blocks away. we saw a house that was the former home of the writer of the first oxford dictionary (you'll have to excuse me, i don't remember his name right off hand). once in summertown, we hit up some smaller stores, lots of them thrift. nothing really hit my eye. then i spotted a sports store and ran inside for aquick look - and lo and behold - they had swimcaps!! i bought a few - they weren't what we call cheap, but it was well worth it.

on the way back, laura m and i ran into kent and he showed us this cute little street right by wycliffe hall that had quite a few art stores! and beautiful art it was. we both decided that we were going to quit school so we could move to oxford and spend our money there. it would be fabulous.

Good Quote:

"how much did you spend at the pub this last week?"

-louise to silas after he complained about the cost of blenheim palace and it's requirements to the eurospring course.

english boys

one night out at the infamous purple turtle, 2 guys came over to a table of us girls and asked if they could show us a magic trick. after we agreed, they asked for a volunteer and jill stepped forward. they asked for the ashtray and then asked her to hold out her hands, palms down fingers out. they moved her hands out and they asked her to close her fists. they then placed a dot of ash on top of her hand, then they wipped it away. they asked jill to turn her hands over and - tada! - there was ash on the underside of her hand where they wipped ash away on the top side. we were impressed . we sat and talked with them for awhile, they seemed very interested in jill and rachel. i left early however as i was tired and the music was loud.

they invited us out for the next night. one was a manager of a posh (which we found out was a word that originated from the early days of the titanic where the rich people stayed on the Port Of Star Harbor = POSH) bar in oxford. it was a good time there. we love their accents and they can't get enough of american girl accents - how weird. after the bar we walked to the PT ( or the lavender tortoise, urple nurple or anything else that rhymes with Purple Turtle) and crystal and i sat and watched the others get down to some english techno. english boys bring great fun!

avebury, stonehenge, salisbury and the druids

saturday, 2-4-05 april

quite the day of traveling. we boarded our tour coach buses: moorhead bus #1, bsu bus #2. but that was for a good reason. andy browers was giving his presentation on avebury and stonehenge, which he actually changed it to druids - who as dr. chapman told us, did NOT build stonehenge. on friday, at our feildtrip lecture, he was telling us about a tv special he was hosting about stonehenge and he ran into druids at stonehenge. he asked who their leader was and a man shouted, "i am!" chapman asked who he might be. "arfer! king of the druids!" (arfur = arther). the arthur, king of the druids, got in a fight with another druid who apparently thought he was king and chapman, apparently, was not impressed. so - back to andy - he didn't want to give his presentation on the same bus as chapman and we knew he would be on bus 1.

so anyway - andy gives his presentation and we are rolling on the floor of the bus laughing. he mentions facts of the druids: "fact: druids built stonehenge with their magical powers. fact:druics spend their nights playing castle and dungeons (or something like that). fact: druids are highly reachable on their mobile phones." anyways. we're all completly ready to be druids for halloween. except crystal w. who says, and i agree - thye look like they are members of KKK.

we arrive at avebury and pile out of the bus and head into town. we must look like a strange site: dr. chapman with many students following him. kind of like papa duck and his baby ducklings. it must really look like that when he heads across the road to hold the gate open on the other side and we wait (60 of us) on the other side for cars to pass.

avebury is one of those mystery rock places - kind of like easter island. it has this circle - that has been interupted by the town of avebury - that is perfectly a half mile across that is marked by these monsterous stones. then there is a deep ditch which then goes up into a hill. we walked around on the hill for part of the circle, dr. chapman lecturing on the way, mentioning to imagine carrying these boulders for 10 miles with nothing but strength and animal hide rope. and reminded us the huge trenches were made from digging with animal bones - probably the shoulder blades of animals. we then took a million pictures posed next to the rocks - climbing them, pushing them, hiding behind them or just posing. we then went into town and hit up a tourist shop. i bought some post cards, as did most others. louise bought a book we will present to dr.chapman: 'arthur: king of the druids.' it's complete with pictures AND - as we found out later - arthurs signature! we are all going to sign it and present it to him.

after avebury, we grabbed some lunch made special for us from the wycliffe hall cooks - just your ordinary bag lunch. heading on the bus for stonehenge, we have to do a u-turn. a road is blocked due to a car accident. a gasp goes through the bus as we see out of tour picture windows a mangled body of a motercyclist laying ont he street. we all knew that he had passed as no one was around him. the bus was quiet for the detoured trip to stonehenge.

we saw stonehenge before we got their - towering over the horizon. it was kind of surreal - seeing this structure that you never would have thought you swould see in your life. we walked through the gates, under the highway and entered the track that surrounds it. as we walked around, we took more pictures. i think i took about 20 panaramic shots of all the different angles of it. i liked watching the birds fly around it - there was something amazing about watching them fly high over the sky and then land on these huge formations with hordes of people standing everywhere. after we had made the round, we slowly walked back, stoping at the souveneir shp to buy, 'henge,' as we like to call it, shirts, rings and post cards. to our disappointment, no druids are spotted.

back onthe bus we head for salisbury cathedral. we no have dr. chapman on our bus. we look for fox hunters with their red coats, horses and dogs as it is now illegal and chapman wants to see someone disobeying the new law that tony blair signed. chapman calls tony blair a control freak. unfortunatly, no fox hunters today, bur there are lots of sheep, flocks and flocks. i remember on our bus when we very first got here, right outside of london. there were sheep everywhere and a murmur went through the bus, "sheep." at that point it could have been "sleep" though.

salisbury cathedral is huge. not as big as i expected, but big just the same. we could see its spire in the distance before we entered the town. we run to stand next to it, not even readhing where the massive windows start. we run around the other side, picture taking along the way. we enter the cathedral and are amazed by its vastness. the folding chairs int he back are a far ways awaay from the altar, which we can't even see due to its being blocked off for a wedding, which we can still hear. looking down at our feet, every tile is a grave stone, which still freaks me out. we head over to dr. chapman who brings us over to what they belive is the world's oldest clock. it does not have a face to tell time, it was built to ring the bells at the top of the hour and is still doing so today. walking towards the front, we pass more tombs - these ones above ground in huge concrete caskets which are carved and engraved. it was kind of different how the church was so vast with different things to look at scattered all around. they even had different toylaties praying altars there to look at.

on your way out, off to a different room, they had one of the few copies of the magna carta that still exist. it was neat to view it, but nothing all too exciting. just a piece of parchment jam packed with old english quill writing stating the placement of the king and parliament with in the UK. there was so many people i didn't even get a chance to read it.

i felt confused leaving, as if there was supposed to be more to see, but i didn't know where to go. amy was on her way out so we both took off for a walk around the church, meeting everyone at the bus stop. everyone slept on the way home, too tired to do anything else. louise said we missed some great scenery.

that night at supper, we got news of the pope's passing. this was one fo the things that we had on our list of "what if this happens while we're over seas?" we will be in rome in less than a month (scary!) and are not sure of how chaotic it will be there. it does seem like we will be able to get in. i guess it is something to worry about at a later date.

that night, we were all to bed early...we were all tired with all the walking we did.

news from home

we got wind of the shooting the day after it happened. it was shocking. louise annoucethat we all probably knew about what happened back home. puzzled,we askedwhat as she started towalk away from the front ofthe lecture hall. she then aid that their was a school shooting in red lakeand a gasp went threw the room. it was weird - i wasn't sure whatto think about it. sure ifelt sad that something likethis had happened so closeto where i go to school. but at the same timeit felt so far away. i did think about the people from BSU that were student teaching there - it was realiving to find out all from bsu were ok - but still horribletohear about the young kids who died. the story made all of the paper's front pages here. on the plane over to berlin the guy i haed to sit next to, after noticing my accent, wanted to know why so many school shootings happened in america. i didn't have an answer for him. i couldn't blame it on media,or security - they didn't seemto be the cluprits. he suggested it was ammendement 2 - the right to bear arms. i agreed so i wouldn't have to talk to him anymore - i think he wanted my # so he could show me around london. ick.

burnt hair

weeks ago was a blur. i got behind on the journal thing and now i'm trying to keep up. my roommate, jill, ended up singing (sp?) or should i say melting her hair off with my 3 barrell curling iron. she wanted to try using it, and i said sure - i had used it on sunday. we plugged itin with converter and adapter first andit didn't work, so thinking that i only use d the adapter, pluggedit in and the light turned on. a few minutes later she went over to start curling and when she saw smoke she startedto scream - she had taken off a good chunk of hair the curling iron was so hot! i ran over and just surveyed the damage - and then tried not to laughit all seemed really funny. we unplugged the curling iron and set it down and i looked at her hair. she really didn't have too much taken off and you coun't notice it anyway. i told her she was lucky it happened here and not at home where she had toface more people she knows. after we showed everyone the damage - including the 3 barreller with blackened hair burnt on to it, we threw the curling iron, i trimmed off the singed hairs to make them lay flat and then weopened a window, cause burnt hair smells really bad.

a small update

Ok...just wrote this once...lost it...and now i'm rewritting it...grrr.

Hope you all enjoy the pictures...I'm now done posting them and will the only pictures you will see until I get back. I still like my "real" pictures and my digital camera is more for art work and I wasn't going to lug it with me. but one of the reinecke's last gifts to me was a cd with all the pictures from my time there so i thought i would share them with you...enjoy!

time here is going by fast. we only have 3 weeks left and i have so much left to do. i still have to go to london and even though i'm going on sunday, wonder when i will have the time. i'm too busy with classes here, but i guess that's what i came here to do. i won't be able to go to prince charles wedding...i have a class at 2:30 next friday and the time to travel to london takes too much time...i would get there and have to turn around and come back...and i can't skip this one. it's for our Saturday fieldtrip. but i will be going to see STOMP! this Sunday in London. i'm slightly frustrated as most people have been to London (many went over easter break) and have seen all the places i want to see so it's hard to find someone to go with me to london. i'll figure it out.

i have to update my journal. i'm a week behind and once that is caught up, i can post it here so you can see what i have been up to. it's pretty much been cold and rainy here so we don't get the opportunity to do much.

that's pretty much it...and i will get caught up on my journal. i should just do it tomorrow, especially since i have a 6 hour head start to most of you. well, 7 until the saturday night. we did our spring ahead with the clocks last weekend. i always assumed there was a universal day to do that, but i have found out wrong, europe was last weekend, us this weekend. learn something new everyday.

and i guess that's it for now...with one final note:

HAPPY 21ST DANIELLE! PARTY HARD!!

peace...
andi