London, England

Lizz is currently in Poland, but is so far behind on posts for the blog...

Nick and I left Leeds on Tuesday and it was sad. I had such a wonderful time and I kind of wanted to stay in my little room upstairs forever, becoming an official roommate. The bus ride back to England was uneventful in that Nick fell asleep almost immediately. That first night we had dinner at a delicious Chinese place and then went to see shrek in 3D. Nick suggested we go see the Twilight movie. He played it off as if he were doing me a favor, but I think he actually wanted to see it. Not sure what to make of that. I vetoed that idea immediately and the shrek movie was pretty good.
The next day we went on the free walking tour. I really loved london. It was beautiful. All the buildings are picturesque and there's history behind everything. When we were at the palace where Prince Charles, Prince William and Prince Harry live the gates opened and a car came out with a police escort. Inside was Prince Charles. Probably the closet I will ever be to royalty.
After the tour we decided to walk all the way back to the hostel. It was a very long walk, but we went through hyde park and kensington gardens. I didn't feel at all like we were in a Jane Austin novel, but I couldn't help but think of all the fancy pants people who had walked there before me.
Our hostel was situated in pretty much the nicest area ever. We were actually in Notting Hill. There were streets of cute shops and adorable apartments.
That night we went out to watch the semi-final game between germany and spain. I'd made Nick miss
The next day we got up at 10 and packed to leave. I was sad to be going until I realized (and by 'I realized' I mean Nick looked at my ticket and realized) that the ticket says 6:40 as the departure time. I had for some reason assumed it was 6:40pm, completely forgetting that they only use 24 hour time here. So, I'd already missed my flight.
I worked out ever imaginable scenario to get out of England but in the end the best way was to get another flight for the next day. So I booked a flight for Krakow that was supposed to leave at 6pm the next day.
Nick and I proceeded to waste the rest of the day napping in hyde park. I then went with him to the bus station to see him off. It was hard enough to leave Ads in Leeds, but now I was alone again, and it was sad.
Luckily I got massively lost on the way back to the hostel, so that kept my mind off it.
The next day as I was packing to leave the hostel for good I started talking to another guy in my room. He was from the channel islands and is either a genius or completely insane. He ended up asking if he could buy me lunch and read me some nietzsche. I figured a free meal was worth it. I have never met a more random person ever. We went to a greek restaurant where he ordered the most expensive thing on the menu then talked at me for an hour. We then walked forever to a bookstore where he bought me a book of nietzsche. We shook hands and parted ways. I still don't really know what to make of this encounter.
That afternoon I left for my flight hours early, and caught a bus that should have gotten me to the airport in plenty of time. Traffic being what it is, I missed my flight again. I had to book another flight for the next morning and I slept in the airport.
I didn't realize how many people would be doing the same thing. When I sat down I claimed one of the few chair rows without armrests so you could actually sleep. At around 11:00 I realized that I really needed to use the restroom. I also realized that the second I got up the girl across from me was going to steal my spot. So, I powered through until 4 am, when the gates opened and I could go through.
When I got on the plane I had a little trouble getting my bag in the overhead compartment. It was way too big. I pushed it in though. Some women sitting across from me saw and started complaining to the flight attendant about how my bag was too big and it shouldn't have gotten through. I wanted to kill some bitches. I turned to them and explained that I've been in the airport for over 12 hours and that things might have gotten looser in the multiple times I had to pack and re-pack my bag. I wanted to tell them to shut up and if they got me kicked off the plane I would eat their children.
Luckily the flight attendant didn't care, and I flew to Krakow no problem.
I love England, and England loved me so much it didn't ever want to let me go.