This entire week was a blur, so I decided that instead of writing by the day, I just would write about everything we did during the week. I don't know the exact order of occurences, but deal.
We went out to lunch as a flat to this Japanese resturaunt near the West End. Their specialty was these pancake like things. I still don't know how to describe them other than delicious! They were so good, so different, and very filling. Walking back to the bus stop, we got gellato and walked through Trafalgar Square to a bus stop we knew would get us home.
My last day as an intern. I was really sad, but I got up early to make cookies for everyone. They were still warm when I got them to the office. The champagne I was worried about, mainly because I'm not an alcohol connoisseur. I think that they enjoyed the cookies, and hopefully were laughing about the champagne. When it was time for me to leave, we toasted and they gave me a book of London's history (which is amazing) and a London sweatshirt. I was touched, because I wasn't sure if they would get me anything. I didn't need it, because my memories were so awesome, but I'm glad they appreciated me. I was definitely sad to leave.
Meara, Meg, Becky and I went on a ghost bus tour around the city on one of our last nights here. There were actors and everything, and we were told all of the haunting secrets about the city. VERY scary... sort of. It was good for a laugh though. Definitely had the cheesy factor that's always appreciated. I'd suggest it to someone who will be in London for at least a few months.
The very last night, Meg, Becky and I went on a boat tour of the Thames. Obviously we'd seen the sites along it before, but it was a great end to our time in London. The city was beautifully lit up, and when we got off, we went to Gordon's Wine Bar for the last time. We got our final looks of Big Ben. I shed a tear, and we then headed to Platform 9 3/4. After we had our photo shoot, we headed back to our incredibly disasterous flat to pack everything we could locate. We also started to clean, so it wouldn't be as much of a hassle in the morning.
The morning was incredibly hectic. We were tired, crying, freaking out about the plane ride ahead. Eventually, we made it to our flight, and I cried to the Last Song (yes, Miley Cyrus is in that) before falling asleep only to wake up in Chicago and head to St. Louis where my mom picked me up and drove me to Columbia.
Cheers London.
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