Finally, it was time to board. On the plane I watched two movies and attempted to eat my "meal." My flight being a night flight, I assumed I would get a bit of sleep before arriving at Heathrow in the morning. I was wrong. I landed and made my way to customs, and then baggage, where I was to meet my roommates and take a taxi to our dorm. Me being convinced I would need a majority of what I owned with me in London, I lugged my two suitcases and duffel and tried to figure out when my roommates would be arriving. After about an hour of wandering up and down the baggage claim area, surprised that I wasn't called into questioning for suspicious activity, I finally found my roommates! We found a cab and set off to our home for the next 4 months. It's a good thing none of us have to drive in this strange country, because the mere sight of cars driving on the left side of the road was enough to send us off balance. I have to stop myself before crossing the road and look both ways because for some reason I can't seem to understand which way the cars are going to be coming from.
We settled into the dorm, unpacked, and met a few of our fellow BU in Londoners. My roommates (Kelly and Lena) and I decided to find some coffee and a snack, and of course the first place we go to in a foreign country is Starbucks, where I discovered that only Americans order iced coffee (which is of course what I ordered). So our first outing in London was a fail in blending into the local culture (not that the British are exactly an exotic culture to America). The rest of the day passed in a blur of awe, dizziness, excitement, and hunger. I don't even remember everything we did. All I know is that all we had to eat that day was a croissant and we were running on a half hour of sleep from the plane ride. Our haze of a day ended in a miserable trip to grab things from the grocery store with a handful of new friends and, the zombies that we were, made our way back to the kitchen and made dinner, quickly followed bedtime at 8:30pm.
All things considered, my first day in London made me eager to get the semester started.
We settled into the dorm, unpacked, and met a few of our fellow BU in Londoners. My roommates (Kelly and Lena) and I decided to find some coffee and a snack, and of course the first place we go to in a foreign country is Starbucks, where I discovered that only Americans order iced coffee (which is of course what I ordered). So our first outing in London was a fail in blending into the local culture (not that the British are exactly an exotic culture to America). The rest of the day passed in a blur of awe, dizziness, excitement, and hunger. I don't even remember everything we did. All I know is that all we had to eat that day was a croissant and we were running on a half hour of sleep from the plane ride. Our haze of a day ended in a miserable trip to grab things from the grocery store with a handful of new friends and, the zombies that we were, made our way back to the kitchen and made dinner, quickly followed bedtime at 8:30pm.
All things considered, my first day in London made me eager to get the semester started.
