Yesterday I was unpacking in my room and heard some people talking out the window. For some reason, all of the sudden their British accents of to me and I realized I really am living in London. This is amazing.
Also, at one of the pubs Friday night I was talking to a local about breakdancing, and I guess my Minnesotan accent bothered him. He corrected me, ""Its not breakdancing, it's breakdahncing."
Edit: So, here are some photos from the walking tour a small group of us took with the director to Hampstead. We also went to Mass at Westminster Chapel earlier in the day.
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Haley, my fingers and hands are so sore I can barely type. That would be from our three-day (so far) cabin-moving extravaganza, of course. I have to save some finger energy for UNloading the entire contents of the trailer today, on what is ironically supposed to be Labor (Free) Day, but we missed you up north for the last :( time and love you tons and love the blog. We shall live the Great Britain experience vicariously off of you! Have a blast and keep 'em coming! All my love, Dad
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