So this post is long overdue...I've been in London for over two weeks now and have thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it, yet no one (at least no one who really cares) knows how exactly I got here (save the obvious plane ride), any trials and tribulations I've experienced, or of any positive experiences for that matter. This post shall be the one that attempts to rectify that...hopefully it will cover nearly everything. Ready? Alright, let's rock.
Oh what do I say about my trip to London? Actually, I can sum it up in one word...CHAOS. To be honest, I thought that it just wasn't meant to be. Let's backtrack. Getting to Barcelona (approximately 17 days before London began) was comparable to walking on firestones, as it took a delayed flight, two missed flights, and 7 hours after my original departure time to arrive even there. After arriving in Barcelona, I quickly realized one seemingly obvious fact...I didn't speak a lick of Spanish, and had to find my way to my designation. After catching a taxi (and failing miserably on the first attempt...) I found my way to my residence for the next day or so. From there, life in Spain began.
In 17 days, I saw nine cities (if my memory and math are correct), all of which had something unique and interesting to offer (pictures will be posted soon...I apologize for my lack or organization...one day it will be the death of me).
After the Spain trip ended, life in London began (one cancelled flight, an eight our train ride, and many hours later).
I missed the first day of orientation due to my dealy of arrival, but once I found my way to my residence (after mistaking a girls flat for my own), I eventually settled in and so begins my London adventure.
Tune in next time for the next bit of Darrion's fascinating London adventures...hosted by yours truly.
Cheeri-o!
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