We arrived here in London around 6:00 Monday evening. On the trek from the station to the hostel, laden with our enormous backpacks and travel bags, we ran into some fresh MC girls in all their cute new clothes that they haven't been wearing, febreezing, and handwashing for a month...we felt very cosmopolitan. All our woes were alleviated when we saw our rooms. Each lady gets her own room: her own bed, her own desk, her own closet, her own chest of drawers, her own bedside table, her own sink. There is a laundry room with machines downstairs and free detergent to boot. This place is a palace.
We kicked off the stay with some fan. tastic. theatre. We saw Billy Elliot and it was one of the finest productions I've ever seen. I've never cried so much over a work of theatre in my life. You must go see it. The next day we went to the National Gallery and saw artwork from the early Italian frescos up to Van Gogh. We saw Phantom of the Opera two nights ago and have tickets to see Waiting for Godot (starring PATRICK STEWART AND SIR IAN MCCELLAN. I WILL MEET PATRICK STEWART AND SIR IAN MCCELLAN) next Saturday. We actually got to meet the Phantom, dream come true, after the show. He liked my scarf. And my smile. Oh yeah, he dug me.
We're all having a great time; it's really nice to actually speak the language in a country, and really makes you appreciate your own. I can't wait to see you all in a couple of weeks!
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