<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530</id><updated>2012-01-22T21:39:22.849Z</updated><category term='travels - domestic'/><category term='London'/><category term='travels - Eurasia'/><category term='travels - Europe'/><category term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'>From London with &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-6904351661624522020</id><published>2008-11-21T14:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:12:55.581Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'>c'est la vie!</title><content type='html'>So I've been a bit M.I.A from the world of blog...here's what I've been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;visiting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Oxfordshire&lt;/span&gt; and its respective University&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;entertaining/touring friends around London, namely THE Lena Wong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;catching up with Desperate Housewives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scouting out Christmas Lights &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gym-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; it (yeah...I know, right?!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;three main attractions: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; Palace, The Globe Theater, and Tower of London&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leather Lane Market&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oxford University&lt;/strong&gt; - to say the least is my idea of HEAVEN in England. It is extremely picturesque and is everything that you'd ever imagine England to be. It truly is a college town and as is everything else in England, very old. The streets are tiny, the streets are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cobble stoned&lt;/span&gt;, and the air is so crisp and refreshing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Professor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Faught&lt;/span&gt; graciously arranged a day excursion to the city that lies about 3 hours away by train from London. The station is about a 10 minute walk from the city centre, but when you do finally reach it, the spirit of the community is thick in the air. It is the oldest university in the English speaking world and is divided into 38 colleges. Honorable mentions include:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christ College - most aristocratic college having graduated 13 PM, sets the scene for parts of &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;University College - where our 42&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; President was once a pupil &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wadham&lt;/span&gt; College - where my friend Lena Wong is currently studying abroad, away from her educational home of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Swarthmore&lt;/span&gt; College. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perfectly manicured lawns, beautiful autumn trees, and a community culture all its own was enough reason for arousing envy amongst the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LMU&lt;/span&gt; crowd. Yes we have our 70+ degree weather all year 'round, but some distinct seasonal change would be nice from time to time. Also, not to mention their tutorial style of education where students are tutored one on one on a daily basis, averaging about one tutor to 19 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tutees&lt;/span&gt;! The cost of attending Oxford is currently £3,145/year for home/EU residents, but the cost for international students is about £30,000...yeah...so even if I did re-apply to college all over again, I highly doubt mom &amp;amp; dad would allow me to attend Oxford just because of the landscaping...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...the coolest part of Oxford University was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bodleian&lt;/span&gt; Library which was recently converted into a copyright library, meaning that it has records of all books that have passed through its thresholds sine the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century. Books three stories above your head (there's a cap on how tall buildings can be) and then swarm miles below and around you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; visitors were not allowed to enter the library without a special permit...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...if you're ever in the London area, I highly recommend taking a day trip out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Oxfordshire&lt;/span&gt;, it truly stands out as a city of its own and shows much contrast in culture that is refreshing amongst the hustle &amp;amp; bustle of the city. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend with Lena Wong &lt;/strong&gt;- more like Saturday with Lena since she had to rush back to Oxford due to a previously scheduled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;engagement&lt;/span&gt;, but nonetheless, it was time well spent. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, the Circle line - though always tardy and overcrowded - was closed for the weekend and made inter-city travel extremely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt; and round-about. Nonetheless, via cell phone and strategic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;maneuvering&lt;/span&gt; against holiday shopping (you wouldn't know that there was a credit crisis if you looked at how many people were out), Lena and I were able to reunite in Oxford Circus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Yau&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;restauranter&lt;/span&gt; originally from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong, is a household name when it comes to a broad price range of dining and epicurean delights. He is most notable for creating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Wagamama&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Cha&lt;/span&gt; No Hana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Hakkasan&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Yauatcha&lt;/span&gt; - notably Asian/Asian fusion restaurants, until he brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Princi&lt;/span&gt;, an Italian bakery chain from Milan, to Soho - which I've recently self proclaimed as my favorite part of London (think: San Francisco w/ an English Twist). There's something so comforting about this place that the moment you walk in, you never want to leave. Maybe it's the eternity water taps that line the right side of the room, the glistening marble, the smell of fresh bread, or the colorful, nearly-brilliant, ingredients. That day Lena and sampled pizza, a variety of salads, and olive bread.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Delicious - is an understatement. The olive bread alone made me want to come back for more (and I have to, I didn't even make a dent into the dessert selection!). Let me attempt to describe my infatuation with this simple piece of baked dough -crispy, but not hard; olives in every bite (olive to dough ratio was probably at least 2:1), and each luscious green olive was stuffed with a piece of cheese. Upon baking, it had melted into the dough and made it so moist and if you were lucky enough to have a stick that was super melted, you got this satisfying crunch and saltiness from the red-orange crust. Perfection. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the day was spent touring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Berwick&lt;/span&gt; Street Market, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Carnaby&lt;/span&gt; Street, and most notably Oxford Street that was lined with THE LARGEST (and scary!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;, Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Selfridge's&lt;/span&gt;, Liberty Department Store, and a variety of other shops. Note to self: never shop (even if it's just window shopping!) at any London Circus on a weekend EVER again. Mom, this was no "yoga" session, by the time I got back, I felt like I had just wrestled my way through a herd! And mind you, squeezing my way back to the tube was no easy feat!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A relaxing, much needed night-in &lt;/strong&gt;-While a large proportion of my flatmates went to go see &lt;em&gt;Joseph &amp;amp; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Technicolored&lt;/span&gt; Coat&lt;/em&gt;, I spent the night-in catching up on nearly 4 episodes of &lt;em&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/em&gt;. A small group of us &lt;em&gt;Desperate&lt;/em&gt;-fanatics seemed to have created a therapy group and pitched in dollars, crowns, and pounds to d/l the shows off of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; to satisfy our American TV fix. And you would have thought this would have happened amongst the &lt;em&gt;Grey's&lt;/em&gt; crowd - nope! Not to mention, the group isn't entirely female either....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, four episodes, three dramatic outbursts and about five hours later - I had caught up with the show, had my "home sickness" cured by Scott's spontaneous desire to bake chocolate chip cookies (which I must say were MOUTHWATERING! and may even rival my own...). You know...there's something about hanging out with guys that is just so much more "chill" than women. For the large portion of the evening we all just sat...and co-existed independently. No words, the occasional "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;" reaction or "oh guys, check this out..."but other than that, we all just sat, did our own thing and it was fabulous. Cheers to Flat 14, you guys life so much easier to live :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scouting out Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; - So with the lack of Thanksgiving combined with the disappointment that was Halloween (though I've never really been a fan of it to begin with...I know party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt;...) England, and probably much of Europe goes from Halloween straight to Christmas - and for good reason. Why would the English celebrate the achievements of the American colonists that did not impact their bottom line? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, in the spirit of Christmas and to to feed the sheer enthusiasm that Justine has for the holiday - we set out to find Christmas lights (or what was already put up, the wattage and celebrations are expected to quadruple once we hit December). So we visited Regent's Street which is decked out with giant stars hanging from one side of the street to the other (and looks as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; had been there...), Oxford Street (chandeliers - gorgeous), and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Harrod's&lt;/span&gt; (completely covered in lights). I love how festive the British are...where are the lights &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;?!?!? One &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;measly&lt;/span&gt; Christmas tree at City Hall just won't do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gym...&lt;/strong&gt;believe it or not my dear readers, but I am an active member (keyword: ACTIVE) of Imperial College Gym. I run to/from (yep...the girl with the ASL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;injury&lt;/span&gt; w/ a cadaver tendon is running on concrete on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes even quad - weekly basis) the gym and my flat. So...when sociologists were talking about how peer/community pressure really sets a tone on adolescent behavior and eating habits...they weren't lying. In California I was SUPER cautious and self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; about &lt;em&gt;every single calorie&lt;/em&gt; that I consumed relative to how much I exercised that day. The moment I stepped onto European/British soil, that belief went out the window. Yes, British people are larger than Americans (and maybe even rival the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' US of A in percentage of obese citizens) but the European mindset also really set in to me. I felt less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt; of what I was eating, probably consume more sweets than I should, but I always walk pretty much everywhere, climb more stairs on a daily basis, eat when I'm hungry and stop when I'm full. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imperial College Gym is tiny - maybe half of the size of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;LMU&lt;/span&gt;. The hours are restrictive (all day on weekends, but only 7am-12pm M-F and 2pm-5pm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;MTRF&lt;/span&gt;) but its a good escape from the flat and they have this super school ab machine weight machine thingy. OH another thing, this will be a shocker for mom and dad - I gym it before 8am....breathe...I know right?!?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Attractions - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; Palace (KP), Globe Theater (GT), Tower of London (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ToL&lt;/span&gt;)- to sum it up as a melange of random bullet points:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;KP - Princess Diana lived there with her two sons&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KP - Princess Di's dresses are there and she was extremely thin and tall, really gorgeous &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KP - The last debutantes to have been presented there was in 1958&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KP - To be a deb was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; expensive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KP - vintage deb stuff is REALLY cool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GT - There's no roof and thus, its freezing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GT - It's not on its original site, it had to be rebuilt after it caught on fire...?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GT - At most, due to costs of paying actors, a play was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;rehearsed&lt;/span&gt; once and actors only had 3 hours to memorize the scripts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GT - Plays were shown in the afternoon as lighting was dependent on the sun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GT - I have new found respect for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;, but I still can't stand his stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;ToL&lt;/span&gt;- the free tour is awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ToL&lt;/span&gt;-yeoman (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;beefeater&lt;/span&gt;) and their families live there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;ToL&lt;/span&gt;- it takes MANY years (like 2-3 decades) to be a beefeater&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;ToL&lt;/span&gt; - the term "beefeater" came from the fact that yeomen were fed beef everyday, beef was received for an elite class of people and that's what they were nicknamed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;ToL&lt;/span&gt;- crown jewels are bomb.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;ToL&lt;/span&gt;-after hearing about all the torture and conspiracy that went on during the active time period of the Tower, though fascinating, I'm glad I didn't live during that era....the thing people will do to other people...it's disgusting. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ToL&lt;/span&gt;- if you ever visit - don't eat lunch before you go, you'll lose it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leather Lane&lt;/strong&gt; - Is off of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Clerkenwell&lt;/span&gt; Street about 4 blocks from my place of work. It's where leather manufacturers used to go and trade/sell their stuff in the old days. Today - it's lined with jewelry stores and stalls selling cheap clothes, random stuff, and food. Basically...Leather Lane is my new place to get cheap food. Given today's exchange rate (if the credit crisis brought any silver linings, it's the favorable exchange rate to the sterling), I can get a huge sandwich/wrap/other lunch items for about $3 and be STUFFED - its WONDERFUL :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To look forward to in the next post&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Proper Afternoon High Tea @ the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Cadogan&lt;/span&gt; Hotel &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toni&amp;amp;Guy Hair Academy...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Belgium&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scotland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-6904351661624522020?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6904351661624522020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=6904351661624522020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/6904351661624522020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/6904351661624522020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/11/cest-la-vie.html' title='c&apos;est la vie!'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-3461692896575045751</id><published>2008-11-07T16:10:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:10:23.446Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'>Peace - &lt;3 - Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRoqVEdliI/AAAAAAAAJOI/KvqvfT16yG0/s1600-h/100_3158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265948940722607650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRoqVEdliI/AAAAAAAAJOI/KvqvfT16yG0/s200/100_3158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So you know you've got a obssession with food when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you lie in bed awake at night, even though you have to be up and dressed for work in about 3 hours, thinking about what you can do with an ingredient that needs using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in your free time (or in deep trance of procrastination) you scope out food blogs and look up British cityguide/yelp equivalents of where to go to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...your idea of souvenir from each country you visit is chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you make it your mission to sample the country's national dish when you travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you pick what country to travel to based on their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you have no shame in window shopping for food and giving it the once "over"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...your idea of relaxation is walking through a grocery store/food retailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the sight of an open-air food market makes your day 10x better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you think about your next meal when you haven't even finished your current one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on...it's terrible. Others my age find peace and serenity in music, fashion, celebrity gossip, computer games and me? I find comfort in a warm bowl of stew on crisp, London day, will walk to the ends of the world to find outstanding, dark chocolate; and become overly elated when I bite into a perfectly, round, crisp green apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRpJHNhIdI/AAAAAAAAJOY/iZAvzYIxnYw/s1600-h/2475047223_3ec1a6b714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265949469578437074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRpJHNhIdI/AAAAAAAAJOY/iZAvzYIxnYw/s320/2475047223_3ec1a6b714.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for lunch I had Cajun chicken gumbo stew over brown rice from soup and salad &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRReYqO1r7I/AAAAAAAAJMo/ySu8QVmNMUE/s1600-h/2475047223_3ec1a6b714.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.soupandsalad.co.uk/home.html"&gt;http://www.soupandsalad.co.uk/home.html&lt;/a&gt;). For less than £5 I got a steaming bowl and a green apple. What made it phenomenal was the chopped Italian parsley, really brought out the punchiness of the tomatoes and spices and left the palate with a nice fresh, clean feeling. The one that I went to is on the edge of The City and East London. Being Friday, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRehp5e1wI/AAAAAAAAJMw/Ni3R7Yv94nc/s1600-h/2043543284_06610d3603.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spitafields Market was nearby and in full bloom during the business lunch hour so I headed over to browse through the vintage, the collectible records, local artwork, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRo27rg01I/AAAAAAAAJOQ/qM-ti9woS3A/s1600-h/2043543284_06610d3603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265949157245375314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRo27rg01I/AAAAAAAAJOQ/qM-ti9woS3A/s320/2043543284_06610d3603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clothing, jewelry and other crafts. What I found and fell in love with was an organic bittersweet chocolate brownie from Flour Power City Bakery (&lt;a href="http://www.flourpowercity.com/)which"&gt;http://www.flourpowercity.com/)&lt;/a&gt; which was, as they put it "£2.20 per indulgence" - yes it's an expensive price to pay for a slab (yes, that's right, a slab of brownie) but it truly was an indulgence that even the greatest of chocoholics could not finish in one sitting. Days in London where it doesn't rain is godsend. Being it overcast, cloudy, or ideally sunny - as long as it's not raining, it's a great day. I love being able to walk everywhere or catch the tube as needed, no worries about breaking traffic laws, parking, or crashing into something (heaven forbid!). Plus I think it helps me out on the food front, I would end up coming home as a whale if London didn't force me to walk everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;This experience thus far, that is, all the little things about London, has reiterated what I've always known - that at the end of the day, you are ultimately the one who decides whether or not you are happy. Sure at the end of the day we've all got our own share of problems and our skeletons in the closet, but the length of one's life is so minuscule when compared in relation to the age of the world - why not cherish it? appreciate it? find joy - regardless of how big in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past summer was really revolutionary for me in that I wasn't sleeping much, not because I couldn't, but just because I really didn't have the time (sleep is for the weak anyway...j/k!). My summer was essentially: class, work, class, homework, "sleep." All day and everyday. If I wasn't working, than I would be tending to my online class. Soon enough, I eventually lost myself in solid work. With Derrick &amp;amp; Lena in LA, Shelly in Seattle, Justin in New York, Tina shuffling around the bay area, and Shally, Olivia, and Cheryl working 9-5 themselves, the day left little for socializing anyway. So when I did find to breathe, I spent it with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRlt2RbBLI/AAAAAAAAJNo/61Pk5AJjHhk/s1600-h/CIMG3543.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRmDUmD3AI/AAAAAAAAJN4/e_DdZWgLSh8/s1600-h/CIMG3543.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRl4YwZ5UI/AAAAAAAAJNw/rZ5dJnxT8Ng/s1600-h/CIMG3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRmO1JqfFI/AAAAAAAAJOA/zuqIGnBVLdc/s1600-h/CIMG3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRpZrlJPQI/AAAAAAAAJOg/1XAhB1Mi54E/s1600-h/CIMG3543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265949754219117826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRpZrlJPQI/AAAAAAAAJOg/1XAhB1Mi54E/s200/CIMG3543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRp1-JFWkI/AAAAAAAAJO4/yHwlSfNBJTQ/s1600-h/CIMG3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265950240238033474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRp1-JFWkI/AAAAAAAAJO4/yHwlSfNBJTQ/s200/CIMG3558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRpk1EzfRI/AAAAAAAAJOw/CII2bK0f3-w/s1600-h/CIMG3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRp8NXnOmI/AAAAAAAAJPA/jnnGez-8BS0/s1600-h/CIMG3560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265950347404720738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRp8NXnOmI/AAAAAAAAJPA/jnnGez-8BS0/s200/CIMG3560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRqm4ouyqI/AAAAAAAAJPI/WcCSK7cPK1M/s1600-h/CIMG3549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265951080573749922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRqm4ouyqI/AAAAAAAAJPI/WcCSK7cPK1M/s200/CIMG3549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRpgm8S45I/AAAAAAAAJOo/3YDJdcUF_GI/s1600-h/CIMG3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is one of my best friends. She is my source of inspiration. She motivates me to do my best. She is funny. She is a nut. I looked forward to our evening walks to do "yoga" and my days off when we would drive 40 minutes deep into San Jose to pig out on Vietnamese food and then curse ourselves for eating so much. I find the most comfort in her hugs and tells me about her day and the weird stories she's heard or people that she's encountered. She is also my reminder that the world is your playground and the sky is the limit given where she's been, what she's seen and how much she has accomplished. She is also the one that reminds me to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere within the last six months my whole point of view of the world shifted and changed. Others have brought it to my attention that I'm overly "chill." I'm no longer as uptight as I used to be, no longer feeling that I need to have every minute of my day structured and laid out in black and white, while still ambitious, yet spontaneous and willing to just "go with the flow" and see where life takes me. When my good friend from high school Lena pointed out my change in behavior, I have to admit that I was a little taken back and didn't quite know how to react. But you know, structure is great and all, but man is it easier than ever to breathe. You can plan as much as you like, but living life believing that something is going to go wrong isn't healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So really...here's to life and the small pleasures that make it worthwhile, to the people that we maintain relationships with who care and love us unconditionally, to embracing every moment of every day, and not sweating the small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avec joie de vivre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-3461692896575045751?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3461692896575045751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=3461692896575045751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/3461692896575045751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/3461692896575045751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-you-know-youve-got-obssession-with.html' title='Peace - &lt;3 - Food'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRRoqVEdliI/AAAAAAAAJOI/KvqvfT16yG0/s72-c/100_3158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-2775797853903487956</id><published>2008-11-05T01:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:39:31.304Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'>Happy Election Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRD43u8qI3I/AAAAAAAAJMA/_flGEgMj-MI/s1600-h/obama_shep_print_final2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264981600775054194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRD43u8qI3I/AAAAAAAAJMA/_flGEgMj-MI/s400/obama_shep_print_final2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I voted for Obama for my mama :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...who just came back from New Zealand, welcome home Mom (&amp;amp; Jim)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-2775797853903487956?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2775797853903487956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=2775797853903487956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/2775797853903487956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/2775797853903487956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-election-day.html' title='Happy Election Day'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SRD43u8qI3I/AAAAAAAAJMA/_flGEgMj-MI/s72-c/obama_shep_print_final2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-734954197075538900</id><published>2008-10-31T15:56:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:15:35.475Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'>FA: Food-a-holics Anonymous</title><content type='html'>Hello World :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing from my desk as Administrative Creative Assistant to Other* Creative Limited. Please check us out at &lt;a href="http://www.other.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.other.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt;. I am blessed to be located in an area that is very SpIcY with character, despite being located amongst the stiff white starched collars known as THE CITY (of London) - home to business buffs, head honcho, big cheeses...the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current responsibilities include making place cards (ironic since in my last job, the company sold them...), answering phones, and brainstorming new formats for the Medical Foundation's (MF) Welcome Packs to new donors. The MF&lt;/span&gt; aims to provide care and resources to those who have been victims of torture. As a nonprofit, they find it difficult to keep the giving feeling alive and therefore create welcome kits that they send out to new donors. Unfortunately, if they look snazzy and cool, it costs too much and they get no donations. So they simplified it to the bare minimum and they &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;received no donations. So...this is where my job comes in: to be creative, cost effective, yet punchy! My supervisor and I meet next week...we'll see how it goes from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQs6LwLzjUI/AAAAAAAAJIM/Dzh8ST7HzoA/s1600-h/whtcrs%2520logo%2520blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364563099946306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQs6LwLzjUI/AAAAAAAAJIM/Dzh8ST7HzoA/s320/whtcrs%2520logo%2520blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HIGH point of my days @ work: I get a £10 stipend for lunch everyday which allows me to fully engage my taste buds in the rather pleasing side of British fare. So far I've fulfilled my cravings for Englished -Pho, Japanese chicken curry, and Indian vegetarian curry. So basically...this week I've decided to avoid the main soup/sandwich chains such as EAT., Pret a Manger, and all those other shops who overcharge you for lunch meat between two slices of bread for South Asian fare. Plus its so much more filling and complementary to the freezing cold =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my walk to lunch today, originally aimed at this place called Soup and Salad off Aldgate, I ran into a street market that is there Monday through Friday called the Whitecross Market off...Whitecross! It's a mix between a flea market with random things under £5 such as socks, leggings, batteries, jewelry, pants, etc. and all these little food stands and shacks on wheels. Today for £3 I got 2 vegetable curries, basmati rice, and whole wheat naan. Unfortunately I couldn't find a place to sit and sitting under a tree seemed like an ideal thing to do....if it wasn't 30 degrees outside....next week I might have a falafel sandwich, fresh bratwurst, or a fire baked pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically...in short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is Kimmie and I am a Food-a-holic. I've been at it for 20 years and my addiction has increased significantly in the past six weeks though I expected it to decrease. British fare is heavy and on the disgusting side, though I haven't had any. However, London proves to be its own melting pot by offering so many options of international fare. Also, I don't know what they do to their cows but British yogurt and milk seems to taste so much better than California's. Those "real cheese from from happy cows. happy cows from from California" commericals are gonna get a run for their money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQs6U4OkAOI/AAAAAAAAJIU/tI8TvaP2trc/s1600-h/wfbag1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364719877816546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQs6U4OkAOI/AAAAAAAAJIU/tI8TvaP2trc/s200/wfbag1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also made my premier trip to the GIANT Whole Foods on High Kensington Street yesterday and I was overwhelmed and baffled. With the leaves changing color and the temperature dropping so quickly, I craved pumpkin and treated myself to a pumpkin loaf. I nearly died in bliss when I found their chocolate bar AISLE of locally made chocolate bars ranging in cocoa content, mix-ins (including Himalayan salt, pink peppercorns, and honeycomb dust), and even featured vegan chocolate. I know...we have Whole Foods in California, so what am I doing? Well let me tell you, they also have a on the spot, fresh nut grinder for fresh nut-butters! Crazy cool, but I probably won't be coming in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what's up with London and their food halls! Every department store seems to have one - Marks &amp;amp; Spencer's, Harrod's, Fortnum &amp;amp; Mason - everyone has one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looping back up to the work front...the building we're housed in used to be an old hat making factory in the late 18th century until they realized that everyone was dying off from mercury-poisoning....just my luck right? Well...if that doesn't get, I'm still gambling my chances from catching some sort of Hepatitis from Prague, and if that doesn't get me...I'm not sure. I think I'll make my way over to Boots next week to get my flu shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and another thing, they don't use the heater here...so I feel like I'm sitting in a closet freezer &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQs6i7kyc4I/AAAAAAAAJIc/XDJlsP_PYgI/s1600-h/story_commuters_gi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263364961294513026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQs6i7kyc4I/AAAAAAAAJIc/XDJlsP_PYgI/s320/story_commuters_gi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;95% of the time. Also day light savings reached London a week earlier than California, so it starts dark by 3:45 in the afternoon...sad...so sad...but nonetheless, I'd rather bite the bullet and walk home in the cold/darkness amongst walking commuters than face the tube traffic. Yesterday, a lady literally took a running start and then proceeded to JUMP into the tube. Her bum was on the larger side and a lady on deck had to help her push it in in order to "mind the door" since they wouldn't close! London-ers really do pack themselves as tight as sardines into a can - can't say I'll never be THAT desperate to make it to work on time. I think mom would agree with me that it would be better to talk for an hour instead of getting shoved into someone's armpit and breathe in who-knows-what in the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Halloween :D Given how cold it is, I've decided to be a mime =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avec joie de vivre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-734954197075538900?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/734954197075538900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=734954197075538900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/734954197075538900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/734954197075538900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/10/fa-food-holics-anonymous.html' title='FA: Food-a-holics Anonymous'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQs6LwLzjUI/AAAAAAAAJIM/Dzh8ST7HzoA/s72-c/whtcrs%2520logo%2520blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-4458102203813843325</id><published>2008-10-27T10:31:00.028Z</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:21:29.047Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels - Europe'/><title type='text'>Week break - Destination: Italy &amp; Spain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjpu9Va5SI/AAAAAAAAJEU/kp7y8dMNuOc/s1600-h/CIMG7211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262713157530084642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjpu9Va5SI/AAAAAAAAJEU/kp7y8dMNuOc/s200/CIMG7211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bonjourno&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt; - Hi!&lt;br /&gt;8 days, 5 cities, and crazy times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be prepared for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MEGA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;post!&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin to describe this amazing experience; words will never fully describe it in all its justice, but here goes! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shout out&lt;/span&gt; to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mamcita&lt;/span&gt; and Jim who are currently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trekking&lt;/span&gt; through New Zealand in celebration of their wedding anniversary and mama's birthday! Thank you for always keeping me grounded, but letting me spread my wings and fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, Saturday, 10.16-17.2008 - Destination: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stanstead&lt;/span&gt; London Airport&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I basically lost a day of my life because well...I never slept to end Friday and I never woke up to a Saturday. Our flight via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ryanair&lt;/span&gt; left at 6:35am on Saturday morning, the tube closes at 12am and opens again at 6am, therefore the best and only real way to get there was my bus, walking, and then coach. We left the flat at 2am and made our way over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Stanstead&lt;/span&gt; Airport. It's roundabout travels and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt; times like these that allow students with small budgets to travel far and wide. On the positive side, it makes for some pretty good laughs. The night buses in London are notorious for drunks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they run all night, so there we were - at least eight girls and one very tall boy with all our luggage amongst the drunks and the annoyed bus driver. It also doesn't help that the buses are usually late because most of the drivers figure that its late, they're picking up the pissed (drunk in London lingo!) who don't really have a sense of time anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;ON A SIDE NOTE&lt;/u&gt;: British men aren't so fabulous. I mean yes, sure there's the accent and everything - but that only lasts so long. Their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hygiene&lt;/span&gt; isn't up to par and apparently they don't believe in orthodontist because I haven't met a single English lad with straight teeth! Though I'm not looking for a person of the opposite gender (&lt;strong&gt;HI DERRICK :D&lt;/strong&gt;), its always interesting to see whose heads you make turn. Living amongst 10 other women and in place of the lack of television, the love lives of my flatmates has become the new soap to watch! So while a large handful are having some sort of romance, while other hearts are being broken - my newly discovered long lost twin sister from different mothers (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Justine&lt;/span&gt;!) and I discovered that the only attention that we manage to pool fall into one of the following categories:&lt;br /&gt;* the over 40 crowd (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;...hi gross dude, do you realize you could be my dad?!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* construction workers (it's in their blood?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* bus drivers&lt;br /&gt;* creepy, self absorbed weirdos (hi, could you BE anymore into yourself?)&lt;br /&gt;so please imagine how I felt when a 40+ year old Indian bus driver handed me his number on my out....he had the broken, just from India, English accent and everything! On the plus side...if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;GBP&lt;/span&gt; decides to gives the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;USD&lt;/span&gt; a run for its money overnight by the end of my stay here in London (knock on wood!), I might give him a call just for the free meal...JUST KIDDING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 10.18.08 - Destination 1: Pisa&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQWckoBKm_I/AAAAAAAAGC8/FCv22mywysU/s1600-h/aCIMG6355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261783892683824114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQWckoBKm_I/AAAAAAAAGC8/FCv22mywysU/s200/aCIMG6355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQWdcqU4q2I/AAAAAAAAGDM/YEfR8-qoPJE/s1600-h/CIMG6362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261784855376079714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQWdcqU4q2I/AAAAAAAAGDM/YEfR8-qoPJE/s200/CIMG6362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bonjourno&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Pisa, Italy&lt;/strong&gt;. Barely an hour off the plane, some puzzling stares at the ticket machine and language barriers and the lot of us are off to see the leaning tower and grab our first cone of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt;! Aside from the tower....there's not much to do there, so when in Pisa, please do the following:&lt;br /&gt;* travel over to the leaning Tower with all your luggage, it's what all the cool people are doing&lt;br /&gt;* take a normal picture for Mom with the tower behind you&lt;br /&gt;* take a pushing/kicking/leaning picture with the tower. I wish I had taken a picture of all the people doing this, because literally EVERYONE in Pisa is either taking a picture, having their picture taken, or trying to sell you something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 10.18.08 - Destination: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Firenze&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjNO14usPI/AAAAAAAAJA0/5-XyfDI0Lsw/s1600-h/CIMG6414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262681819449307378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjNO14usPI/AAAAAAAAJA0/5-XyfDI0Lsw/s200/CIMG6414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A train ride later...we reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Firenze&lt;/span&gt; and after a few wrong turns of the map and a hike down multiple skinny city streets we find our hostel. In steep contrast to London, it was HOT! I was not prepared!!! Despite the lack of sleep with the conclusion of Finals and our morning spent traveling, we all headed out to explore. After spiraling down multiple skinnier streets and getting lost, we found this restaurant that was supposed to be gosh darn amazing - but - it was closed! Why? Italians just don't eat dinner at 4:30p.m.! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. So instead, we found a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjNwncpY1I/AAAAAAAAJA8/1TGoyWH7lv4/s1600-h/CIMG6412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262682399688975186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjNwncpY1I/AAAAAAAAJA8/1TGoyWH7lv4/s200/CIMG6412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;small cafe, took &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjOd_xF0bI/AAAAAAAAJBE/vuBmnRkfAPE/s1600-h/CIMG6428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262683179311288754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjOd_xF0bI/AAAAAAAAJBE/vuBmnRkfAPE/s200/CIMG6428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;advantage of their happy hour special of pizza &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Margarita&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;fanta&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;About&lt;/span&gt; 12 pizzas later we took a much needed hike to &lt;strong&gt;Piazza Michelangelo&lt;/strong&gt; which has THE best view of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Firenze&lt;/span&gt; EVER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 10.19.08 - Destination: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Cinq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Terre&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Riomaggiore&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Manarola&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being as warm as it was and convinced by a recommendation (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;SHOUT OUT&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;CATHERINE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ABALOS&lt;/span&gt;!),&lt;/strong&gt; five of us girls decided to break away from the larger group and escape North! We trekked back to the train station the next morning and took the first train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Cinq&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Terre&lt;/span&gt; where my craving for "Italy" was fulfilled. It was literally everything that I had pictured Italy to be, down to the window covers, the laundry lines, and rotund, wrinkly Italian grandmothers yelling across the way from their windows. Technology has not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; impacted or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;commericalized&lt;/span&gt; this region the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Firenze&lt;/span&gt;, Pisa, or Roma has been. Though it was a tourist spot, I felt it was our little secret. The heels are steep, the greenery lush and vibrant, the population - elderly but it GREAT shape! We hiked along the steep streets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Riomaggiore&lt;/span&gt;, ate varieties of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;foccacia&lt;/span&gt; bread (I am a prouder epicureans of anchovies, tomatoes, and cheese!) and wet our feet in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Medditerranean&lt;/span&gt; Sea&lt;/strong&gt; in our own private beach! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Manarola&lt;/span&gt; was just as gorgeous, but a wee bit more rocky. When I grow old and decide that I've through with the city - I've decided that I will be one of those rotund, wrinkly grandmothers yelling from the windows of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Riomaggiore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjRqLDO8UI/AAAAAAAAJBQ/GNqxSsaZLrA/s1600-h/CIMG6513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262686687033487682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjRqLDO8UI/AAAAAAAAJBQ/GNqxSsaZLrA/s320/CIMG6513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjSE5cC_sI/AAAAAAAAJBY/csmr08zDtxY/s1600-h/CIMG6538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262687146162192066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjSE5cC_sI/AAAAAAAAJBY/csmr08zDtxY/s320/CIMG6538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjSE5cC_sI/AAAAAAAAJBY/csmr08zDtxY/s1600-h/CIMG6538.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjSE5cC_sI/AAAAAAAAJBY/csmr08zDtxY/s1600-h/CIMG6538.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favorite place in Italy: Marina in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Riomaggiore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262705880042624418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjjHWlM1aI/AAAAAAAAJDM/70VMQM7_lLQ/s320/n10805398_33378675_9412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, 10.20.08 - Destination: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Firenze&lt;/span&gt;, Roma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Firenze&lt;/span&gt; is one of the most walkable cities in the entire world. We were able to get around so easily on foot - it was wonderful! No car, no parking, no worries! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; we weren't able to see a lot of the famous pieces of art because a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; museums are closed on Mondays, but that didn't rain on our parade! We visited The Dome, shopped at the San Lorenzo Market, ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;gelato&lt;/span&gt;, GIANT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;calzones&lt;/span&gt;, and by night fall; half of us headed to Rome while the others headed to Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In getting to Rome, we decided to budget our travels a bit and instead of taking the 1.5 hour train that would have cost us $100, we took the 4 hour train that cost us about $30. About 3.7594 hours of delirium into the train ride later we saw a sign for ROMA and got SUPER excited due to mad cabin fever. Add excitement, tiredness, anticipation, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ladidadida&lt;/span&gt;; we got out of seats and waited for the train to stop and while the doors opened - briefly wondered why the rest of the train wasn't getting up and moving about. So I decided to ask someone. Through some poor Italian and a mix of English, I asked....Roma? Termini? The lady responds...uhhhh...no...um...next! At that moment, the four of us (Melanie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Marysia&lt;/span&gt;, Justine, and I) heard the train blow its whistle to close and leave and I swear we might as well have tossed all our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;luggage&lt;/span&gt; backed into the stairwell of train and leap on in because the sliding door nearly missed my bottom when closing! It was the scariest 10 seconds of my life - to have been stuck at Roma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Termata&lt;/span&gt; at 12 am in the morning; which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; is no where NEAR Roma Termini would not have been fun! Past those 10 seconds were the FUNNIEST 5 minutes ever! I had never laughed so hard in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjdNJ8FIHI/AAAAAAAAJCQ/fM4yEF5bdDQ/s1600-h/CIMG6719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262699382658375794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjdNJ8FIHI/AAAAAAAAJCQ/fM4yEF5bdDQ/s320/CIMG6719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Roma &lt;em&gt;TERMINI&lt;/em&gt; Train Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Marysia&lt;/span&gt;, Melanie, Justine &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE MADE IT! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday, 10.21-23.08 - Destination: ROMA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So basically the next two days completely fused together because well we didn't sleep very much! Why? Because there was just TOO much to see and NOT enough time to see it all. The hostel &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjfIzh3BrI/AAAAAAAAJCg/PIxDvuLyDTM/s1600-h/shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262701506946598578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjfIzh3BrI/AAAAAAAAJCg/PIxDvuLyDTM/s200/shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;situation was kind of interesting...7 people in one room, one bathroom which was split up into a shower stall (which we thought was the closet) and then the shower/sink area. The hostel provided us a map and the four of us literally walked from West to East the first day from the Vatican City and then North to South the second day. Roma with all its history is a truly great city. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjckK0EH6I/AAAAAAAAJCE/OxE8GAiUqZg/s1600-h/aCIMG6818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262698678518554530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjckK0EH6I/AAAAAAAAJCE/OxE8GAiUqZg/s200/aCIMG6818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful? Not so much. Lots of graffiti and its been overly commercialized with its McDonald's (right across from the Pantheon!) but luckily no Starbucks (can't stand a chance from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Italia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Cappucino&lt;/span&gt;!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 72 hours that we were there, we probably only slept 12 of them and were most likely walking the remaining 60 of them, if not eating AND walking. Spanish steps are gorgeous at night. Italian men are quite the gentlemen! I love that they were usually all in suits, at least the ones in Rome. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see a huge crowd of them all dressed. Sometimes old. Sometimes young. Sometimes in between. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262697533595804690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjbhhpNZBI/AAAAAAAAJB0/RUOdJJeUCbQ/s200/CIMG6803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Downside of Rome: Camera was acting up and being high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;, so sadly, I don't have any pictures after the Vatican city to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Colosseum&lt;/span&gt;...but I'm working on it!&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Rome&lt;/span&gt; would have to be....the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Trevi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We saw it at sunset. They were doing some minor repairs to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Fountain&lt;/span&gt; so everyone was standing patiently in anticipation. I don't know if it was because of this arrangement or if it was the time of day, but their was something about that fountain that is so beautiful and amazing. I definitely felt a sense of "Italian-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;" as ironic as the sounds given that the crowd was probably 85% tourists and 15% Italian merchants. Nonetheless, I threw two coins in so I'm coming back to Italy someday and finding love in Italy as well! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday-Sunday, 10.23-26.08 - Destination: Madrid, Spain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262706282663631266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjjeydh2aI/AAAAAAAAJDU/02jLg1UN_lo/s320/CIMG7111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I swear, if US domestic cities were more interesting and more glamorized like European cities, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Ryanair&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Easyjet&lt;/span&gt; should totally expand their network to include the US! Because even though I have to get up before the sunrises to catch a flight, I love knowing that when I get up from my nap on the airplane I'll be somewhere totally different. And that's exactly what happened in Madrid. Spain so completely different from Italy. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Italia&lt;/span&gt;, I felt the need to go go go and see see see EVERYTHING. In Madrid, it hits you smack in the head when you deplane - CALM DOWN. Take it slow....have a sangria - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, okay, so maybe not THAT slow, but you get the point. Madrid (despite the heavy inhalation of second hand smoke, and I mean even rivaling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas!) was a vacation from a vacation. It was warm, but not too hot. The pace of life was slow. There were siestas. Lots of walking, but no rush to get anywhere in particular too quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjnO7HUCeI/AAAAAAAAJD4/4aMGygYTD4g/s1600-h/n10805398_33388749_6414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262710408154974690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjnO7HUCeI/AAAAAAAAJD4/4aMGygYTD4g/s200/n10805398_33388749_6414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjkq_FZKxI/AAAAAAAAJDc/o0VrX_m4Y9g/s1600-h/CIMG7145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262707591722117906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjkq_FZKxI/AAAAAAAAJDc/o0VrX_m4Y9g/s200/CIMG7145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;SHOUT OUT&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;SILVIA SANCHEZ&lt;/strong&gt;! who supplied me with lots of good places to hang out in Madrid! Over the three nights we spent here, we hung out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Calle&lt;/span&gt; Mayor, Sol, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Retiro&lt;/span&gt; Park. They have a metro system that rivals London's, but having just come from Italy, we didn't need it. Tapas were wonderful. The Spanish are serious about their ham. Bear and Strawberries is the place to meet and sangria is the house drink - always and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of this trip had to be...the CHOCOLATE CON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;CHURROs&lt;/span&gt; (extremely SINFUL! but OH SO good!!!) and rowing boats in the middle of Park &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Retiro&lt;/span&gt;. For about 4.5 Euro for a boat fitting up to 4 people, you had a little piece of heaven for about 45&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to an hour. It was fabulous. Don't mess with the Spanish with living the good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 10.26.08 - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Destination&lt;/span&gt;: London&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were back to FREEZING London by 930pm on Sunday! It was freezing. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;cloudy&lt;/span&gt; with patches of sunshine and the daytime high is at 30 degrees F. Oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, it snowed last night! Not enough to stick, but it was the first time it had snowed in London in October for 70 years! It was truly amazing, magical, and giddy! I'm finally living in the winter wonderland of boots, coats, and public transportation...plus the funny accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjo9G68ANI/AAAAAAAAJEE/Dt9B3XeDiMY/s1600-h/CIMG7346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262712301109903570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjo9G68ANI/AAAAAAAAJEE/Dt9B3XeDiMY/s200/CIMG7346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my flatmates is SUPER into Halloween. So yesterday, in the joy of Halloween, Gillian and I carved pumpkins for our flat. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, Halloween isn't as hyped up over here as it is in the United States, which is a bit of bummer, but here were our masterpieces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the first day of our internships. Until December 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, three times a week, I will be working for Other* Creative. I'm not really quite sure what they do just yet because the head &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;hauncho&lt;/span&gt; lady was out on holiday, as was the Creative Director, and the blah blah blah. So tomorrow, will be my second, but real first day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend will be my first weekend in London since I first touched down in London Heathrow nearly...6 weeks (?) ago! I've been go go go for awhile so it's gonna be good to have a few weekends off. Nonetheless I've been truly blessed to have such a supporting family and the opportunity to go out and explore the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny how you think you really do have a feel for a world...but the moment you step out of it, you realize that you did know the world - the only world you knew. They say ignorance is bliss? I beg to differ. Every person that I've encountered on this trip has taught me something. Whether they were the man that dropped me a line to go into his store, the woman in Prague that wouldn't give me direction, the guy in Dublin that told me how to spend my day, or even the lady that handed me my cone in Italy; not to mention any of the nth people either living with me in my immediate flat or building - has impacted me in someway somehow. When I left to study abroad, a good friend told me that she was worried for me - that I would come back to the United States and hate it. Another person I really look up to also told me that she can't sit still for more than a month before jetting off to somewhere. Though my time here in London isn't over yet, I understand why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you've been bitten by the travel bug, you can't help but want to see more of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, I miss you all in the States! It's mindblowing to think that October is coming to a close and I'll be heading back to the States in about a a month and a half. Seriously...mindblowing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give me a few days to update Picassa...internet comes in and out depending on what time of day it is and how many people are on the network, but I promise I'll get around to uploading all these pictures. If you finished reading this post - props to you for being able to read poorly written "thinking." Treat yourself to a cookie, you deserve it for sticking with me this long! MmMm..actually, do me a favor and go to the Mission District and go to Tartine Bakery for any of their lovely things or Bi-Rite Creamery and get some ice cream; or better yet - get both ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;avec beau-coup joie de vivre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 Kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-4458102203813843325?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4458102203813843325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=4458102203813843325' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4458102203813843325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4458102203813843325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-break-destination-italy-spain.html' title='Week break - Destination: Italy &amp; Spain'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SQjpu9Va5SI/AAAAAAAAJEU/kp7y8dMNuOc/s72-c/CIMG7211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-4547526588759587142</id><published>2008-10-12T12:18:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:47:53.814+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels - Europe'/><title type='text'>Dublin, Ireland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHtSFGTkFI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/pCIGSWlJ03I/s1600-h/CIMG6058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256243134980132946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHtSFGTkFI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/pCIGSWlJ03I/s200/CIMG6058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; landed: Friday @ 3:45 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;departed: Sunday @ 6:25 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend trip #3 with the Santa Clara Girls: Cheryl, Sarah, and Stephanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I went again, roaming around Europe to spend approximately 48 hours in a place completely new. Sadly, I did not find Lucky Charms (they're outlawed in the Europe), leprechauns (though I found a stag and hen parties wearing leprechaun hats!), see a rainbow (though it did rain our first evening), spot a pot of gold, or kiss an Irishman (which I can probably live without....). However what I did do was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* see and roam around &lt;strong&gt;Temple Bar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- which really isn't an actual bar at all! Actually I take that back, there is a Temple &lt;em&gt;Bar&lt;/em&gt;, but the area that is referred to as Temple Bar is actually named after a gentleman with the last name Temple and Bar is derived from an Irish word meaning area. The streets were filled with people and live music spilled out of pubs, but what I will remember about this area is Quay's Restaurant that served the best Irish Beef Stew in the city! The night was cold and the rain didn't help much so to fill our bellies with warm, comforting stew with a side a mash and Irish potato bread was a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;- also...we couldn't find our age group! What are the 20 somethings doing in Dublin?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pictures @&lt;strong&gt;Trinity College &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHrCY9LHKI/AAAAAAAAFx4/ewXvWLqDswU/s1600-h/CIMG6082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256240666409376930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHrCY9LHKI/AAAAAAAAFx4/ewXvWLqDswU/s200/CIMG6082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...apparently the president of Trinity College during the 19th century was asked when women could attend the College and he replied, "Over my dead body" and of course, conveniently, the old man dies a week later and women are admitted. So on the anniversary of his death date, the women dress his statue in women's clothes. Poor guy is probably rolling around his grave! The campus was small but gorgeous and picturesque with wonderful columns, bricks, and cobblestone streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Dublin Castle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was unfortunately closed when we went to go visit it, but it should probably be more appropriately named Dublin Tower because the thing was TINY! Buckingham Palace could have had Dublin Castle for breakfast! It was also weird to look at because the people who look over it now paved over part of the cobblestones to make a parking lot...so in some of our pictures you can see VW bugs and then across the street is a very modern building. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256240090399868866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHqg3Jzh8I/AAAAAAAAFxw/dcd9t5rkui8/s200/CIMG6160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Churches&lt;/strong&gt; - every street corner there is some sort of church, the Irish don't only believe in luck but faith as well. St. Patrick's...St. Kevin's...St. Margaret's.....SOOO many churches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Guinness Beer Factory/Storehouse&lt;/strong&gt; - Grandpa Piper, this visit was for you! I think I &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHrXyZLbPI/AAAAAAAAFyA/RjP1HSeCBaE/s1600-h/CIMG6261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256241034014977266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHrXyZLbPI/AAAAAAAAFyA/RjP1HSeCBaE/s200/CIMG6261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would have been so ashamed to come home back to California having been in Dublin and not gone/drank any of the Guinness beer. The girls and I got our beverage education, saw the original 9000 year lease that Mr. Guinness had signed during the 18th century and had a few complimentary drinks. Cheryl and Stephanie pulled their own pints, I fell in love with the Guinness advertising section =P John Gilroy has become one of my favorite 20th century media artists. The Gravity Bar at the top (7 stories high!) had amazing views of Dublin and it was there that the four of discovered that Guinness Beer is perfectly complemented with pretzel sticks and m&amp;amp;m milk chocolate crispy candies! Sarah and I had the Foreign Extra Stout - the original beer that Guinness mass produced after halting his ale production and boy was it strong compared to the Porter! I can't say that Guinness will beat out Fruli, but cheers to you Grandpa Piper, this visit was for you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;strong&gt; Howthe&lt;/strong&gt; Beach side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256241860143428898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHsH39jNSI/AAAAAAAAFyI/w4fIactFg2I/s200/CIMG6305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- some of my flatmates a few weeks back had visited Dublin and one girl in particular kept emphasizing how we needed to see the beach side of Dublin. It was about a 30 minute DART ride and we got there by sunset to see the sun melt into the waters. The color of the sky was absolutely beautiful. We had dinner at local restaurant where they served seafood chowder with big chunks of salmon and potatoes - SOOO good! If I ever return to Dublin, I'd probably want to spend more time here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So among the things I'd never ever thought I'd do in my lifetime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* fall asleep in a hostel common room to only be thrown at 1:30 in the morning b/c we had forgotten to make a reservation for two nights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* be extremely happy to find a kebab shop open until 4am to "house" us until it was time to get to the airport (abra-kebab-bra; the Irish version of Taco Bell...nothing else comes close!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* be roaming around the mainstreet of Dublin at 3 in the morning analyzing the bullet holes of the Dublin General Post Office's columns from when pirate-like rebels took over it and used it as a HQ during the early 20th century (p.s. GORGEOUS POST OFFICE!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* that I'd ever be commenting on how pretty a post office is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*be misled by several hostel employees regarding late night/early morning transportation for the airport...it happened in Prague...and sure enough it happened again in Dublin...the Airport Express never came and luckily we were able to share a cab with an English bloke (shout out to Michael Jon Alp of Kent!) which averaged to 5 Euro/person = cheaper than the bus would have been!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sprinting to our gate because we narrowly missed our flight back to London because we were actually having fun at the airport at 5 in the morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* holding onto a baby for a woman who was traveling alone in the security line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* falling asleep before take off and waking up right after landing, therefore missing the flight from Dublin to London completely because I was so exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...but the important part was...we survived! This week I've got papers, midterms, presentations, and finals to conquer. Fall break is next week and I'll be heading off to Italy and Spain!!!! Thus, I'm sorry to say but pictures won't be uploaded for a while as a result. But...until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...any suggestions for Italy and Spain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...any contacts would be greatly appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I miss you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...p.s. Thank you beau-coup.com for including me into the beau-coup family circle with your fleece jacket, b/c it's saved my life from cold in three countries and counting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...P.P.S Looking for fall favors? Check-out beau-coup.com for all your party needs, they've got TONS of CLASSY and TASTEFUL gifts and party supplies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHwjPXLu-I/AAAAAAAAFyY/7tQE4UfMc-Q/s1600-h/CIMG6260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256246728327936994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHwjPXLu-I/AAAAAAAAFyY/7tQE4UfMc-Q/s200/CIMG6260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;avec la joie de vivre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3 Kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-4547526588759587142?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4547526588759587142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=4547526588759587142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4547526588759587142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4547526588759587142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/10/dublin-ireland.html' title='Dublin, Ireland!'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SPHtSFGTkFI/AAAAAAAAFyQ/pCIGSWlJ03I/s72-c/CIMG6058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-3571714102612926097</id><published>2008-10-05T18:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:01:38.941+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels - Europe'/><title type='text'>Prague</title><content type='html'>Prague -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there knowing that it was a must stop, but really unsure of what to do when I did get there...so after flipping through a travel book, talking to some of the flatmates, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; status............I got an idea of what to do! So in my (more or less) 48 hours in Prague, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*recovered sleep from pulling a near all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nighter&lt;/span&gt; from my Islam midterm (fingers crossed!)&lt;br /&gt;*visited Prague Castle&lt;br /&gt;*attended a festival in Old Town&lt;br /&gt;* took pictures of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Astro&lt;/span&gt; Clock and a spectacular Czech wedding beneath it&lt;br /&gt;* learned about the legal issues concerning absinthe&lt;br /&gt;* saw the mini Eiffel Tower (1/5 the size and two years younger of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt;)from a distance&lt;br /&gt;* had my breath taken away from amazing views&lt;br /&gt;* got terribly lost on their public transportation system (which is unreliable!!!)&lt;br /&gt;* found the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; of Prague to be not as hospitable and kind as the Turks&lt;br /&gt;* ate goulash &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kolache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* visited a 200 store mall and spent more time looking at chocolate than clothing despite the huge variety of stores&lt;br /&gt;* was surprised by carbonated water on multiple occasions when I was sure they sold me still&lt;br /&gt;* have a small (hopefully!) chance of catching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hepatitis&lt;/span&gt; A....&lt;br /&gt;* went dancing beneath the moonlight amongst a variety of international people&lt;br /&gt;* had a stag party bombard me while I was taking advantage of the free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; @ the hostel&lt;br /&gt;* lied that I was a Canadian named Sophie from Quebec (there's a lot of animosity regarding Americans)&lt;br /&gt;*slept at the airport&lt;br /&gt;* had my return flight delayed for three hours&lt;br /&gt;* felt like Saturday and Sunday fused together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, it was quite an eventual weekend in Prague. I'm not sure if I would go back....the people aren't exactly the most friendly and people just keep walking if you try to ask them something. The hostel was lovely and we'll probably end up booking with the same organization for trips to come. We met two girls from Canada who have been traveling all over the world for the past 9 months and have 3 months to go before they finish their year backpacking and head back to the "real world". Also met a married couple that decided to quit their jobs, sell their house and travel for two years - can you believe it?! I don't know if I can travel that long without somewhere to call home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really groggy upon my return to London this morning...due to the fact that I haven't slept in a proper bed in about 48 hours.....but I had the biggest pang of home sickness today! So I took a quick shower and headed right back to the London rain (yes the rain has finally settled in =/), which contradicts my energy level, but anyway.........I rode the tube back over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shoreditch&lt;/span&gt; to fulfill my homesickness with Vietnamese food! Had a tiny bowl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pho&lt;/span&gt;, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;banh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;khot&lt;/span&gt; (mom it's not the same =/), ordered a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;goi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dua&lt;/span&gt; (green papaya salad) to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow's lunch, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;che&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;mao&lt;/span&gt; (because I missed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;che&lt;/span&gt; that badly!!!). The people running their restaurant nearly died when they saw how much food I had ordered, even though half of it was to go! So in hopes of finding a regular fast food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; spot, I asked my waiter if there was a local one nearby? He gave me directions and sadly when I got there I realized it was an Asian market to MAKE MY OWN, as in FROM SCRATCH! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;eeeek&lt;/span&gt;! I already brought fish sauce into the flat and I'm waiting someone to ask..."dude, what's that smell?" let alone be able to make three color bean drinks or taro sago puddings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This coming weekend I'm heading to Dublin w/ the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bestie&lt;/span&gt; (Cheryl) &amp;amp; a few of her other friends from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;SCU&lt;/span&gt;, but even before that I have a presentation tomorrow, a few papers, and some last minute nuts and bolts to learn before finals (i know...already?!?!?!). More to update later, pictures will be delayed....sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to those who have been sending me e-mails! I love hearing from you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;avec&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;joie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;vivre&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dormir&lt;/span&gt; =P), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimmie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-3571714102612926097?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3571714102612926097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=3571714102612926097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/3571714102612926097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/3571714102612926097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/10/prague.html' title='Prague'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-5404583487733503441</id><published>2008-09-29T23:19:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:29:26.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels - Eurasia'/><title type='text'>"Ladies, You too sexy for your shoes."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252481894997093682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSQdGR47TI/AAAAAAAAFw8/YLVCyxd9ZsQ/s320/CIMG4853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Things that I will forever and always remember about my trip to Istanbul:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* "Yes please, yes please, yes please"&lt;br /&gt;* "Hello Angels, my name is Charlie, let me help you spend your money"&lt;br /&gt;* dozens of stray cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;* roasted chestnut carts&lt;br /&gt;* corn on the cob carts&lt;br /&gt;* 11.25 TKL Big Mac meals&lt;br /&gt;* 1 TKL ice cream cones&lt;br /&gt;* "Hello beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;* the Titantic song&lt;br /&gt;* Turkish breakfasts&lt;br /&gt;* "Umbrella, umbrella, umbrella"&lt;br /&gt;* Turkish nationalism&lt;br /&gt;* "Food?" No. "Drink?" No. "Me?" NO!&lt;br /&gt;* Baklava&lt;br /&gt;* Turkish Coffee&lt;br /&gt;* Apple Tea&lt;br /&gt;* Kebaps for 3 TKL or less!&lt;br /&gt;* Pashminas&lt;br /&gt;* Grand Baazar&lt;br /&gt;* Spice Baazar&lt;br /&gt;* Evil Eye&lt;br /&gt;* fake purses&lt;br /&gt;* Turkish socks&lt;br /&gt;* "Where do you come from?"&lt;br /&gt;* Turkish toilet&lt;br /&gt;* Bosphorous River&lt;br /&gt;* St. Sophia Mosque&lt;br /&gt;* Blue tiles&lt;br /&gt;* the 5 AM prayer call&lt;br /&gt;* seeing El Torito&lt;br /&gt;* dancing to Turkish hip hop&lt;br /&gt;* "Ladies, you too sexy for your shoes." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Istanbul was a trip that I will hardly ever forget. If it hadn't been for this educational excursion opportunity, I hardly doubt that I would have ever visited Turkey on my own. Will I ever return? It's hard to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSRAqlrjTI/AAAAAAAAFxE/n5_Ukcunl-4/s1600-h/CIMG4892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252482506039201074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSRAqlrjTI/AAAAAAAAFxE/n5_Ukcunl-4/s320/CIMG4892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...one of the greatest strengths of Turkey is the food. I don't think I'll ever be able to go to another city and survive comfortably on 10 USD or less to feed myself at least three meals. I will miss the days of kebap pitas, baklava, and apple tea. Breakfast, though a little out of the ordinary for an American's palette is still right up my alley: crusty bread alongside feta cheese, slices of tomato and cucumber, cured olives, and hard boiled eggs. Option 2 is thick, plain yogurt drizzled with honey and slices of fresh melon served with your choice of cherry juice, orange juice, or Turkish coffee. Baklava Patisseries line the streets and the pans of this honey drizzled, pistachio dusted confectionery make you drool just thinking about it. They make up by the panful and serve them fresh all day long. Turkish delights are pleasant to have alongside hot, bitter Turkish coffee or tea and is so much better in Istanbul than the stuff they sell packaged in the States. I'm still not a fan of the Rose flavor...but the ones with pistachio, coconut, or hazelnuts are little bits of heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the course of the three full days, the group of us - varying in religion, ethnicity, and home university, visited several mosques including the famous St. Sophia's and Blue Mosque, in addition to the home palace of a past Sultan, a quarter of a dozen museums, the Grand Baazar (which has been up and running since the 15th century....), the Egyptian Spice Baazar, and a boat tour of the Bosporus River that literally splits Turkey between Europe and Asia. So much history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turkey was a great place to visit - it truly was a trip of cultural immersion, varying drastically from everything that I've seen and have been used to. It put me out of my comfort zone and I loved every minute of it and it delivered the perfect amount of culture shock that London was not providing - making me appreciate London, Los Angeles, and Mountain View so much more than I have in the past. With that sad, I probably would visit again if it was convenient or part of another composite trip, but I probably wouldn't make it the star of any future vacations.&lt;br /&gt;Istanbul was interesting and eye opening for several reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. the idea of women as second class citizens &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really hard time with this one, particularly because I didn't really know where I was supposed to metaphorically stand. There were, what I felt, an equal proportion of women covered in black, wearing the veil; while others wore traditional clothing, and then there were women who did a fusion of the two. We had a speaker that discussed the political state of Turkey, and even she wasn't sure what to say except that women are indeed treated as second class citizens. This result is influenced by the religion (and its interpretation from all angles), men, and the women themselves. Some believe that wearing the veil is like a badge of an honor, while others feel that its self destructing, some women may feel pressured to wear the veil, while others who may wear the veil look down upon women who don't wear it.&lt;br /&gt;What also made it confusing was given what I knew about the attitude toward women and the options she had to dress herself, Turkey was still filled with ads featuring women in provocative clothing, which seemed to be such a paradox.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. the men &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSSKXW5_nI/AAAAAAAAFxM/TJCI5QcUeoE/s1600-h/CIMG5433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252483772187278962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSSKXW5_nI/AAAAAAAAFxM/TJCI5QcUeoE/s320/CIMG5433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turkish people are extremely friendly and hospitable. However, it was hard to decipher who was being genuinely kind and who had intentions to take you to "a special place." The Turks are big on not giving directions, replying "I'll show you, follow me." As a result, in order to be safe, it was easier to say NO and walk away rather quickly. In addition, Turkish men are very forward and don't waste time on getting their point across - and they're persistent. Walking one city block and you'll hear a new comment or greeting ever 10 feet.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Angel"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello doll"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you"&lt;br /&gt;"I've been waiting for you"&lt;br /&gt;"Can I buy you?"&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you ever need a self esteem booster, go to Turkey. You could have just rolled out of bed with really bad bed had and a face full of acne and they'll still tell you you're beautiful. One of my vivid memories of Turkey will include:&lt;br /&gt;the second morning - it was howling, pouring rain, with intense winds and freezing cold temperatures. My roommates and I are walking back to the meeting spot after lunch a little frazzled looking. We're bundled up with at least three layers a piece, shoes wet, hands freezing, and feeling everything but cute. We all woke up late and had no time for make - up, let alone brush our hair. We've got our hoods on, bags under our eyes, and pale cheeks from lack of sun. We walk by an umbrella man, a roasting chestnut man, and a corn man. Then a lone fellow passes us in the opposite direction and says, "Ladies, you too sexy for your shoes," and leaves. I'm not sure if it was because we were obviously not from the country or just the novelty of it, but I had never laughed so hard in my life!&lt;br /&gt;Upon my return to London, I had never been so relieved to walk down a street without having to refuse an umbrella or give a stern "NO" to Turkish caller. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. not being considered an American &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We frequented the baazars almost daily and each time I walked up to a booth or was greeted by the vendor, I was always asked: "Where are you from?" Instead of making conversation or out of curiosity, I eventually realized that they asked in order to gauge what kind of customer I was; whether I would be the hassling or the sticker-price buyer. My roommates were always taken as British, American, Australian, or Dutch. I always got Japanese, Chinese, Taiwanese, Korean, Cambodian, etc. When I didn't tell them where I was from, they would refuse to sell to me. It came to the point where I would be walking down the street and they would call out to me, "Konichiwa!", "Moshi moshi!" and "Ni Hao Ma!" I grew so tired of it that I would ask them to guess where I was from and then just go with it. If I was honest and told them I was from the States, they would say I was lying. To hear me speak in an American accent was already difficult enough to comprehend without the sight of blond hair or blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vendors would never associate me with my roommates and upon inquiry, would always quote them a higher price than if I had asked pre bargaining. With that being said, little did the vendors know that we were friends and to our advantaged, tag teamed during the haggling process. By the time we reached the point of purchase, the vendor absolutely detested me. For instance: My flatmate Michelle was looking at this bracelet for her younger sister quoted at 250 TKL, she haggled him down to 225 TKL and he wouldn't settle for less. At that point, we would collectively meet at the end of the aisle after wandering from booth to booth independently and we would then conduct our experiment. I would return to the same vendor and act in the manner of a very interested customer. I would answer questions about my ethnicity (maybe even fib a little=P) and then was successful in bringing the price down an additional 25 TKL, ask for a further reduction - which he wouldn't dare budge, complain in response and then walk away. Ten minutes later, Michelle would return, pleading for a lower price. The vendor would drop an additional 5 TKL from their pre agreed 225 TKL, I would then pop in and remind me that he quoted me 200 TKL and that my friend should get the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole shenanigan continued throughout the entire Baazar for an additional 5 hours. By the time we found our way back out the way we came, the vendors were so irritated with me that all the cat calls of "Hey Baby," "My Name is Charlie," and "Moshi Moshi" would come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnicity in relation to appearance has always been a topic of discussion and contemplation in my high school and university career. However, it's become one of those topics that I've discussed and been talked at about for so long that the effects of its message and its impact on society has sadly become numb. So though I've "known" and discussed the impacts of racism, discrimination, and stereotypes from my first days on the playground in kindergarten, it took me twenty years and trip to a completely foreign place that's not glamorized by magazines (London, Paris, Rome) to really feel the effects of it. I've never been so aware and conscious of my appearance and to be pre-judged, assessed and looked over before I've ever said a word. It's one of those things that you've always known, but it takes an out of water experience to really feel and understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, despite the culture shock, I was able to enjoy my time in Istanbul. Why? Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. it reminded me of home &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSSy-Ogf6I/AAAAAAAAFxU/oUrS1bU9bz8/s1600-h/CIMG5471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252484469815803810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSSy-Ogf6I/AAAAAAAAFxU/oUrS1bU9bz8/s320/CIMG5471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No joke ladies and gentleman! Beyoğlu, the European side across the Golden Horn reminded me of 3rd Street Promenade and walking along the streets nearby our hotels (sans the corn vendors and male callers) with its electric rail and its location along a body of water (the Bosphorus River) reminded me of San Francisco. Also, on the final day on our boat tour along the Bosphorus, there were all these houses varying in colors sitting up on hills along the riverbank that was very reminiscent of driving to SF on 280 N from Mountain View.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In conclusion... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey was a great experience in that it provided with the cultural immersion and rough transition that London didn't seem to offer. It gave me insight into a world that was so dramatically different from what I was used to in all aspects of life - from walking down the street to how I saw myself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSTcxtA_0I/AAAAAAAAFxc/Os7YXeLWl90/s1600-h/CIMG5061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252485188008607554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSTcxtA_0I/AAAAAAAAFxc/Os7YXeLWl90/s320/CIMG5061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't say that I'll miss the daily 5 am Arabic prayer call (they have loudspeakers covering the entire city that call all Muslims to prayer toward Mecca.) P.S. Muslims are serious about their religion. Even as an agnostic, my jaw would drop to the ground ever time I entered a mosque, they are lavishly decorated from floor to ceiling in ceramic tile and hand painted designs at captivating heights. It's funny to think that there are so many branches of religion that essentially believe in the same place/concept/people....but that's a whole 'nother can of worms that I won't get into....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to Turkey and all things associated with it: the good, the bad, the ugly, the unspeakable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I will heading to Prague of the Czech Republic. Shoutout to Drew Moxon for the recommendations, I'm looking forward to my first bite of Kolache! Also, II'llbe staying in my first hostel this weekend, wish me luck!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Avec joie de vivre,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kimmie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-5404583487733503441?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/5404583487733503441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=5404583487733503441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/5404583487733503441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/5404583487733503441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/09/ladies-you-too-sexy-for-your-shoes.html' title='&quot;Ladies, You too sexy for your shoes.&quot;'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SOSQdGR47TI/AAAAAAAAFw8/YLVCyxd9ZsQ/s72-c/CIMG4853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-2975298172873334585</id><published>2008-09-25T03:18:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:29:47.423+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>The Premier Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr-1neQ4oI/AAAAAAAAFSw/TL5QBJuSbck/s1600-h/CIMG4818.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greetings from the now freezing city of London!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so maybe I'm over reacting slightly. It's not freezing, but the temperature has dropped significantly since last week. The leaves has begun to fall and a scarf and a jacket has become necessary when going out. It's sad to see the sun go, but all good things come to and end. Frankly, I'm ready to experience this London weather that everyone warns me about. So far, it feels very much like San Francisco: on the chilly side, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; overcast, with patches of sunshine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my last post, school has definitely started to pick up and next week marks the beginning of midterms and presentations. Most of the kids that I've talked to, with the exception of half my flat, have received their &lt;strong&gt;internship placements&lt;/strong&gt;, while I....haven't. I'm REALLY nervous about where I get placed. Apparently, the internship coordinators look at your resume with great care and match you up based on your experience. Right now I'm extremely envious of those working in PR for the special events category. One girl has been placed with a top notch PR firm that did work for the recent Sex &amp;amp; the City movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;release&lt;/span&gt; and will start work early to help out with the newest James Bond movie. Another girl is working with a special events coordinating company that works with gourmet food products (envy!!!!). Several are working with members of Parliament..........aha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jfldajfldaf&lt;/span&gt; ;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ajlfda&lt;/span&gt;; I just want to get my placement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;!!! I just hope I don't end up with a teeny tiny CPA firm that has me crunch tedious calculations all day and night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; hopefully I get that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday morning my British Life &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Business&lt;/span&gt; class made its way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bricklane&lt;/span&gt; (East London) to experience diversity and the see firsthand the divisions that lie in London: the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bohemians&lt;/span&gt;, the Pakistani, the Bangladeshi, the artists, etc. We were treated to a curry lunch and man oh man was it AMAZING! We stuffed ourselves full with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;poppadoms&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;?), chutneys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;basmati&lt;/span&gt; rice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;naan&lt;/span&gt;, curry, curry, and curry galore. I had my first mango &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lassi&lt;/span&gt; and was very happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shoutouts&lt;/span&gt; to Winnie &amp;amp; Judy for taking me to Amber India for Indian Food 101 this past summer. I managed that table like a pro =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr9dPK2gdI/AAAAAAAAFSY/e_-H76Rs9hc/s1600-h/CIMG4648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249786994383815122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr9dPK2gdI/AAAAAAAAFSY/e_-H76Rs9hc/s320/CIMG4648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuesday evening. Cheryl and I made our way down the street to &lt;strong&gt;Prince Albert Hall&lt;/strong&gt; where we experienced the vocals of &lt;strong&gt;Ingrid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Michaelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Amazing is the best adjective that I can come up with to describe how awesome they are as performers, but it doesn't do them much justice. They are extremely personable and wonderful to listen to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr9R8vp2xI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/2tsip4Sigys/s1600-h/CIMG4612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249786800459340562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr9R8vp2xI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/2tsip4Sigys/s320/CIMG4612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I did want to point out though was CULTURE CLASH! So from the two concerts that I've been to: the Fray and John Mayer (p.s. I &lt;3 class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;, sitting in these brilliant box seats. Ingrid comes out and does her thing - totally awesome, her commentary was witty and she felt like that one friend that everyone has that says the most bizarre but totally true, yet random things. She sang and made jokes, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;these&lt;/span&gt; Brits....just sat there, clapping politely from time to time. Can I also mention that there the median age was between 40 and 45?!?!?! Where did all the 20 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; go?!?! When Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; came out there was a bit more excitement, but even he noted how conservative the crowd was. Meanwhile Cheryl and I didn't hold anything back and were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;hootin&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;hollerin&lt;/span&gt;' left and right - nearly jumping out of our box....haha...I know...classy right? Okay, so I'm exaggerating a little bit (our behavior, not the conservativeness that is). Soon enough, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; was able to get everyone up and out of there seats and there was this feeling of community and belonging amongst the crowd. I loved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr9powedJI/AAAAAAAAFSg/oGT2Gr6XJLs/s1600-h/CIMG4744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249787207410939026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr9powedJI/AAAAAAAAFSg/oGT2Gr6XJLs/s320/CIMG4744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two hours of blissful music later, it was over. We headed out toward the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;tshirt&lt;/span&gt; counter to get our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; European tour souvenir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;tshirts&lt;/span&gt; and get autographs/pictures with Ingrid. Let me just say that for a country that prides itself on its ability to queue, I was in for a huge awakening because there was absolutely no queuing in the foyer. Poor Cheryl and I were pushed up against one another like sardines. Elbows flew, pushes, and shoves - and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; the true colors of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;the Brits&lt;/span&gt; finally came out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt; - should have known! A homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;quesadilla&lt;/span&gt; w/peas and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;sriracha&lt;/span&gt; (yes, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;pho&lt;/span&gt; sauce) made it a wonderful evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr94H3CUwI/AAAAAAAAFSo/b4DA1q-t4ME/s1600-h/CIMG4815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249787456278123266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr94H3CUwI/AAAAAAAAFSo/b4DA1q-t4ME/s320/CIMG4815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday: &lt;strong&gt;London Fashion Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;! Black was the color to wear and heels were the shoes to be seen in. No where have I seen so many great designers under one roof, not to mention upcoming fashions at such great costs! I was initially determined to leave the venue with a new, unique jewelry piece, handbag, or shoe, but the little birdie on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt; that is my economical side told me better - to enjoy the experience for what it was and really ask myself if I really needed that X, Y, or Z item. Though I had plenty of opportunity to purchase something fashionably brilliant, I said "no thank you." Justine and I were so proud of ourselves at the end of the night when we toured the whole venue, returned to a particular booth twice to view an item, and ultimately leave without purchasing anything. Gillian wasn't too lucky, or maybe she was....purchasing an amazing floor length hand sequined gown in deep purple by a Brazilian designer for 50 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;GBP&lt;/span&gt; and a pair of skinny jeans by Kate Moss for 35 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;GBP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Free espresso and green tea is keeping me up and writing this blog or maybe its because I know that I won't have computer access for the next four days, but anyhow...Thursday morning will kick off my travels across Europe. I will be making my way back to London &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Heathrow&lt;/span&gt; and onward bound to &lt;strong&gt;Istanbul, Turkey&lt;/strong&gt;. I am SO excited. More updates to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picasa has been updated, so please check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Avec&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;joie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;vivre&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimmie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-2975298172873334585?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/2975298172873334585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=2975298172873334585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/2975298172873334585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/2975298172873334585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/09/premier-trip.html' title='The Premier Trip!'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hgIZQZUVmFU/SNr9dPK2gdI/AAAAAAAAFSY/e_-H76Rs9hc/s72-c/CIMG4648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-4535135696515515500</id><published>2008-09-19T16:18:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:30:17.322+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>the end of Week 2!</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate it when you write this long (insert docuement type here) on the computer and next thing you know, you've done supposed slightly out of the ordinary (even though you're very familiar with computers) and you've deleted the darn thing and have to start all over? Well it's one of those days for me and I just deleted my post =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes Week 2 Round 2! Highlights from this week:&lt;br /&gt;* Parliament Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Istanbul pre departure meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Borough's Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an British Life and Business class excursion, we jumped off at the Westminister tube station and took a tour of Parliament. It's just as old as you would have imagined and the guide was not humble enough to mention that the form of goverment (including our Congress and House of Representative) system is mirrored after the English model. As you would imagine - top notch security, no inside photographs, lots of Gothic -style decor, tradition, history - basically the Queen appears to rule all - even though she....doesn't...really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the location of London allows professors to add so much content to their curriculums, which makes it a real shame when they don't vary it up a bit. The ability to see an exhibit or see the actual sight after reading about it or having been lectured on it is really truly amazing. This is a characterisitic I really hope they can integrate into the California school system. Yes it's idealic, but in major metropolitan cities, I don't see why it can't be possible, even at a small fee. It really makes the information more relevant to the student, it makes them want to care and it's pretty awesome ( at least for me) when I can go into a museum or for instance see Parliament, and be able to comprehend what the guide has to say about the atmosphere that we're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to Turkey. I will be kicking off my Fall excursion series this coming Thursday morning when we'll be leaving for 3 nights and 4 days in Istanbul. The class requires a lot of reading, but the trip has served as my motivation to get it done. How often ( not to mention awesome) is it to be able to be an interactive student and really get to experience what you're learning about. Some interesting thing they pointed out to us at the meeting culture shockwise was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) DO NOT drink the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) girls should be covered at all times, carrying along scarves for our heads, if neccessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) boys should never accept an invitation to go to a "special place" because its code word for "we're going to rob you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) turkish people are extremely hospitable and friendly, however we will continue to be treated as Gods if we learned the four basic phrases of any langage: (a) hi, (b) please, (c) thank you, and (d) where is the bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) the exchange rate from the USD to the Turkish Lira is 1:1 - wahoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a relatively more academically focused week. In efforts to deter my spending from last week ( I booked about 90% of my European excursions, which is definitely reflected in my bank statement....) my flatmates and I have stayed in most of this week watching movies, having dessert nights, and just really getting to know each other. I would have imagined living with 10 other girls (especially with only 2 bathrooms) to be absolute chaos, but actually...it's been bliss. There's always someone around to talk with, to get to know, etc. We're all completely different and unique in our interests, where we've been, age, what we enjoy to do, and very few of us actually knew each other before London; so it's what we all share. Most of us are spending our fall breaks together and the final decision is signed, sealed, and delivered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: October 18: London --&gt; Pisa, Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: October 24: Rome, Italy --&gt; Madrid, Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: October 26: Madrid, Spain --&gt; London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone has any contacts they would like me to visit for them or recommendations of where to go, see, eat, and be happy, I'll happily accept your e-mails at this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food, Michelle, my fellow flatmate epicurean and I went to Borough's Market today on the South Bank of London. It is very similar to Pike Place Market in Seattle, yet completely different. It's chock full of locally produced foods and how I wish I could capture the smells because &lt;em&gt;trust me&lt;/em&gt;, the picture is NOT enough. Amazing olive oils, cheeses, breads, olives, chocolates, jams, produce, flowers - EVERYTHING is absolutely stunning and gorgeous. I love London for this reason. There will always be a market somewhere, everyday, centrally located - rain or shine. It's awesome. I can't wait to hit mainland Europe because I know it'll be even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going okay, I'm at the end of my second week meaning that I'm already 1/3 of the way done with my Fall Semester - eek! Internship placement e-mails are coming in and I'm starting to get antsy. A girl in the flat above me is working with a member of Parliament. A guy from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LMU&lt;/span&gt; two floors down is working for a non profit organization dealing with drug abusing teens. A fellow flatmate is working as a social worker for children with families going through divorce, another is working with an up and coming fashion designer and last but not least, my other flatmate Kaitlyn is working in event planning w/ a catering business. I AM SO JEALOUS! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; gotten mine yet, but I hope I'm not in the back corner of some old office building crunching numbers for some financial consulting company! Keep your fingers crossed for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of reading, so little time, and its still hard to believe that I've only been here for 2.5 weeks! I'll be heading to Bathe/Stonehenge tomorrow and then post an all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LMU&lt;/span&gt; inclusive Sunday brunch with our visiting faculty (Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Faught&lt;/span&gt; - also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MVHS&lt;/span&gt; alumni!) at a Dutch Pancake house, I'm going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cozying&lt;/span&gt; up with ALL my Islam reading. Things are starting to pick up! Stress is starting to build and it would be lovely to hear from you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back again soon! Here's a sneak peak image for next week's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200709/r174470_661120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200709/r174470_661120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I be up to?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;avec&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;joie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vivre&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-4535135696515515500?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4535135696515515500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=4535135696515515500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4535135696515515500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4535135696515515500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-week-2.html' title='the end of Week 2!'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-1042086430267879894</id><published>2008-09-12T01:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:30:33.363+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Finally settled...</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little over a week, I feel like I've finally settled in. Jetlag is a thing of the past and I'm back to my 2am bedtime =P This past week has been a whirlwind of activity - it still hasn't really hit me yet that I'm &lt;em&gt;in London for an ENTIRE semester! &lt;/em&gt;You'd think it would have planted itself in my head by now, but nope! It feels like I'm at a posh sleepaway camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nearly finished with my first week of classes. Three and half hours per class is rather exhausting and at times hard to stay awake in. &lt;em&gt;Islam and the West &lt;/em&gt;is exciting! I really like the format the professor teaches in and having our upcoming Istanbul trip is definitely something to look forward to. The class moves rather quickly, but Professor Enyat does a good job of representing the class from various viewpoints in a neutral setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;British Life and Business&lt;/em&gt; is so far my favorite class by concept. Professor Nikolina is very down-to-earth and the class involves a lot of excursions outside the classroom. We're seeing Parliament next week! Lots of history and pop culture in this class, areas that I'm definitely interested in. Also we have presentations this term and I selected to do mine in two areas of advertising: the ban of advertising of HSSF (High salt, sugar, and fat) foods and a comparison of American/British attitudes of violence, nudity, and language. Lots of exciting stuff coming in that direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;International Marketing&lt;/em&gt; was unfortuently kind of a let down. I had high hopes for this class given that the professor could have made use of a lot of different types of mediums, but instead its strictly lecture and quite a bore....its from 1pm -4pm Wednesdays and Thursdays and I've half snoozed twice on the first day and if it hadn't been for the pound of circulating Cadbury milk chocolate bar the whole class might as well have fallen asleep too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compartive Inequalities&lt;/em&gt;, a sociology class, I'm still lukewarm about. Professor Faught of LMU is a Mountain View Alumni from the days where it was still Mountain View Union and located on Castro Street. He lectures also, but the room was extremely hot and the fact that he lectured sitting down was very distracting. Again, high hopes for this class as it could very well contribute to my Marketing major...progress to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flatmate, Michelle (originally from SoCal and a trasnfer from USF) and I went to go see tour Buckingham Palace Wednesday morning before our 1pm class. We were the first group in at 9:45 and the tour of the state rooms kept us occupied until about 11am before we ran around about half the perimeter of the estate, which I should mention is HUGE, to catch a glimpse of the "changing of the guard." I wish photography was allowed, but then again pictures just wouldn't do the place justice. The interior - from floor to ceiling, everything in between, and every nook and cranny was outstandingly GORGEOUS! Also, might I say that they keep that place CLEAN. I could not find a bit of dust anywhere. The state room where the banquets are held is breathtaking, not to mention the preparation for it all. The setting of the table alone must take place two days before the dinner and every setting is measured - a job that I &lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; wouldn't care too much for. Nonetheless, I wanted to swipe her china...such a pretty design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each place setting involves over twenty pieces and each piece may as well be as old as the monarchy. I was so fascinated by the commentary on the audio tour for this room that I listened to it &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;. The palette of the decor for the remaining rooms are so lush and decadent. The walls are lined in damask designed silk wall paper. The furniture was all antique. There are over 300 rooms and the palace serves as the Queens living and work areas. There's so much history and every detail is simply breathtaking. For those hoping to make future trips to London, I highly recommend spending the time to visit the Palace - however be wary of the hours! The Palace is usually only open during the Royal family's summer holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before darting back to South Kensington for class, I grabbed my first West Cornwell Pasty (Winnie :D). I had the traditional small steak pasty, filled w/ carrots and onions wrapped in a flaky pastry crust. Absolutely delicious and filling! At less than 3 GBP it was quite a deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, I made it back over to Chinatown. This time w/ Cheryl in search of Bubble Tea. There are no take away places for Bubble Tea =/ We had our first London Bubble Teas @ Hong Kong Diner on Wardor Street, Fantasia -like in taste. On a side note, good wanton (they don't say wonton....) soup. After we went on an Asian market - crawl. By the end of the night I had found microwave rice (Melissa Brown!), a HUGE bunch of Kai-lan, oyster sauce, white pepper, and a good portion of char siu. Also, we found good places w/ good prices to fulfill our Asian cravings. Lastly, I found Mango SAGO (Winnie!) w/ grapefruit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight (Thursday) all the kids from the program made caravanned over to a branch of the theater district to see the musical "We Will Rock You" - which was a compilation of songs from Queen. It was alright. Not my cup of tea, but it was good to have the experience! The Dominion Theatre was pretty, but the Patages of LA could easily take it down as awe-strucking. But little known fact is that it converts to a Protestant Church on Sunday mornings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days seem to be super short here in Londontown. I feel like there aren't enough hours in the day to do all that I have to do. These days we've been all getting ready to book our travels across Europe and for some others, into Africa. We have a week long break in the middle of October and we're getting super antsy/excited to travel, essentially 10 days of bliss before our internship portion begins. My plans have been switching constantly as we become more and more aware of the prices, what's realistic, and what is geographically close compared to what we thought. In less than 24 hours my plans have gown from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Spain --&gt; Italy --&gt; Greece, which we found out was a lot farther apart than we thought it was and expensive to experience given our time available, so that led us to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Brussels --&gt; Amsterdam --&gt; Berlin --&gt; Prague --&gt; Zurich --&gt; Paris all via Eurostar....BUT we decided that that though it was managable, it was too much traveling and left us little time to actually experience where we're going.....so now we're at....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Italy and Greece. Off of Ryanair.com, we found a great flight to Milan that was essentially $0, the catch being that it was about $40 in taxes/fees/etc, which still is a great deal considering that it costs about that much to travel from SJ --&gt; LA and twice the distance. In Italy, we would love to see Pisa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Luca&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Firenze&lt;/span&gt;, and Milan (way up top =/) and in Greece - Athens, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mykonos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Santorini&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, to do and actually see both is impossible given our 10 days....so now I think we might be doing just Greece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details to come on travel plans! Also I am welcoming any tips you have for me in addition to contacts in any of these countries and/or flight discounts =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this trip, I'm going to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* be great at booking cheap, spontaneous travel&lt;br /&gt;* have great toned legs and thighs from walking/climbing 85 stairs each time I decide to come up/down from my flat - which is often, also to note - it's a rather STEEP incline&lt;br /&gt;* will have FOR SURE been to Dublin, Ireland (10/3 - 10/5) and Prague, Czech Republic (10/10 - 10/12)&lt;br /&gt;* been able to survive on microwave popcorn&lt;br /&gt;* have mastered the Tube map and all rail lines to/from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Heathrow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gatwick&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Luton&lt;/span&gt; airports&lt;br /&gt;* NOT get killed from speeding motorists driving on the left side of the road&lt;br /&gt;* have visited the Cadbury Factory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates to follow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;avec&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;joie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vivre&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Kimmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-1042086430267879894?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1042086430267879894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=1042086430267879894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/1042086430267879894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/1042086430267879894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally-settled.html' title='Finally settled...'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-6295267031697408822</id><published>2008-09-04T17:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:31:06.718+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>ENGLAND!</title><content type='html'>Hello from across the Atlantic Ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left from SFO with about 80 lbs of baggage in tow from SFO yesterday afternoon and landed at approximately 3am PST Thursday morning. I did not sleep a wink. The plus side: I wasn't ever bored. I read my way cover to cover through two magazines, watched a movie, and got started on &lt;u&gt;A Year That Counted&lt;/u&gt; by Judy Lin. The down side: a family on its way to Nigeria, with a layover in London with three children under the age of ten. No bueno - to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was edible. My bags made it to the final destination and I saw the sun rise. Even amongst the London pollution and the thick clouds. It was a glorious sight to see after the miles upon miles of Atlantic Ocean. Needless to say, it hasn't hit me yet that I'm in London for the next 3.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heathrow is one of the most ginormous airports I've ever seen. You have to take a shuttle from where you land to where you gather your bags and before that you go through the border and there is a mild interegation. I feared for my life of being deported when he asked for my letter from LMU verifying my purpose in their country. My body ached from sitting in the same two square foot space for nine hours and the glare of the lights didn't camoflauge the dark circles. I made the mistake of not grabbing a luggae trolley post arrival carousel thinking that I wouln't be able to go far with it anyway. SO WRONG. I lugged 80 lbs out of the terminal and onto the departure deck and for 56 degrees F, I was STEAMING hot. Not a cute sight to see. Literally sweating bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting poor directions from a bad cabbie and having my B of A card rejected at the ATM (thank you Jim for the cash!) I finally made it to the Heathrow Express (a whopping $31) that took me to Central London in about 20 minutes. On board I sat next to a nice lady from Portugal who was visiting her daughter at a university in Central London. She was....Svelte. Stylish. Classy. I had never felt so out of place and stereotypically "American." Nonetheless she gave me my options for travel from Paddington Station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Tube: find the tube station; get on either Circle or District Line, get off at Earl's Court and connect to the Picadilly Line, get off at Glouchester, and then walk the semi odd uneven blocks to where I had to go to get my room key, and then semi odd more blocks to get to my flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) Taxi: plan and simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assessing my baggage and my current state of mind, she recommended, from a mother's point of view that I should take a taxi and just swallow the harshness of the cost. I was about to protest but when blisters started forming on my hands from walking a mere 100 feet, I knew I couldn't argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 pounds and a taxi cab ride later...I arrive to Mason Place where I'll be staying for the next 3.5 months. Again, 80 lbs of luggage (and I was considered a "light" packer of them all). Like most of Europe, this building had no elevators. I lived on the 5th floor. More sweat. More blisters. No bueno. It's currently 4 am in the States, 12pm local time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates on the flat later...&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time, check out Picasa for Bon Voyage pictures (a la Derrick, mom and I) and here's what I've realized so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- drinking before noon is not a faux pas here; they'll even drink it outside, in public.&lt;br /&gt;- its not as cold...yet&lt;br /&gt;- everyone knows you're from the States -instantly&lt;br /&gt;- Europeans are thin because of all the darn stairs they climb each day&lt;br /&gt;- I need towels...and shower shoes...and food...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-6295267031697408822?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/6295267031697408822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=6295267031697408822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/6295267031697408822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/6295267031697408822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/09/england.html' title='ENGLAND!'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-1518430395792804370</id><published>2008-08-25T20:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:31:44.887+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>London in...&lt;span id="d1"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="d1t"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="h1"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="h1t"&gt;hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="m1t"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the closing ceremony yesterday and they showed Phelps in front of Buckingham Palace to kick off the countdown to the 2012 Olympics (seriously guys, let's not get ahead of ourselves) and I think that, combined with a recent phone call for directions to a LA destination and the fact that LMU started classes today ( not to mention the numerous e-mails from past professors and the CBA dean), triggered the reality that I'm going abroad for the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say I'm excited yet. Panic seems to be a better suited adjective. After receiving numerous e-mails and the occasional question of "how does it feel? are you excited?", in addition to, "don't forget to pack..." around the office all last week, I officially started packing this past weekend. I'm happy to say that I'm about 87% packed and ready to go...yet instead of being elated that I'm thinking ahead or even building up the excitement to actually going...I freaked myself out instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to check in one large bag, but despite my efficiency in packing my belongings I had forgotten about the bag weight limit...so much for being able to handle the tube on my own :( I don't know how I'm going to get from Heathrow to the house with two large wheel bags, my carry on and laptop in one piece; mind you that there are no elevators! Chances are it'll probably be raining too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...i'll probably remain 87% packed for awhile, until I figure out how to change up the baggage...but man did it give me a huge panic attack. My room has looked like my closet had come down with the flu and threw up the contents of my closet. My mom came in looking for a purse I had borrowed and she nearly died when she saw! Anyhow, looking at the bag and then again at the weight limitations (my bag currently registers at 48 lbs, the weight limit is 50 and I' haven't packed jeans or shoes yet...) I got too overwhelmed....so I made cookies :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-1518430395792804370?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/1518430395792804370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=1518430395792804370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/1518430395792804370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/1518430395792804370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/08/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-7262584494672222731</id><published>2008-08-18T03:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:32:16.172+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'>Counting down...</title><content type='html'>Time until Wednesday, September 3, 2008 at 4:50:00 PM (San Francisco time)&lt;br /&gt;16 days =&lt;br /&gt;405 hours =&lt;br /&gt;24306 minutes =&lt;br /&gt;1458392 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow....barely two weeks...I need to get packing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-7262584494672222731?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7262584494672222731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=7262584494672222731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/7262584494672222731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/7262584494672222731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/08/counting-down.html' title='Counting down...'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-7244655299435450339</id><published>2008-08-18T03:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:32:01.389+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'>Counting down...</title><content type='html'>Time until Wednesday, September 3, 2008 at 4:50:00 PM (San Francisco time)&lt;br /&gt;16 days =&lt;br /&gt;405 hours =&lt;br /&gt;24306 minutes =&lt;br /&gt;1458392 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow....barely two weeks...I need to get packing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-7244655299435450339?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/7244655299435450339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=7244655299435450339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/7244655299435450339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/7244655299435450339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/08/counting-down_18.html' title='Counting down...'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-4910545809115332959</id><published>2008-08-04T19:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:32:36.968+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's kind of corny...but whatever =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time until Wednesday, September 3, 2008 at 4:50:00 PM (San Francisco time)&lt;br /&gt;30 days or...&lt;br /&gt;725 hours or...&lt;br /&gt;43505 minutes or...&lt;br /&gt;2610355 seconds...until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONDON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as of 11:45am today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/counters/customcounter.html?month=9&amp;amp;day=3&amp;amp;year=2008&amp;amp;hour=16&amp;amp;min=50&amp;amp;sec=&amp;amp;p0=224"&gt;http://www.timeanddate.com/counters/customcounter.html?month=9&amp;amp;day=3&amp;amp;year=2008&amp;amp;hour=16&amp;amp;min=50&amp;amp;sec=&amp;amp;p0=224&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-4910545809115332959?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4910545809115332959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=4910545809115332959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4910545809115332959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4910545809115332959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-kind-of-corny.html' title=''/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-3214464338531498822</id><published>2008-08-04T19:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:33:07.906+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels - domestic'/><title type='text'>3 day weekend in Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just came back from a fabulous weekend in Seattle to visit the lovely Shelly Hsiao, my favorite Seattle Amgen scholar! Pictures to be uploaded soon-ish via Picasa. Here's a brief of the past 3 days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheryl misplacing her cell phone =( h/e found on the sidewalk of her house =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;experiencing Seattle RAIN and its unreliable evening public transportation system...damn the 68!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;viewing Univ. of Washington via getting lost &amp;amp; navigation through campus maps and Derrick on cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;FINALLY finding Shelly!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;early breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;walking along gorgeous Seattle waterfront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fremont - Troll...walking in a loop... Center of the Universe, Lenin, Waiting for the Interurban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seattle Center - SkyCity Restaurant, Space Needle, jumping pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Top Pot donuts - a Rachel Ray/Winnie Ying suggestion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;the ORIGINAL NORDSTROM featuring...TOMS =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pike Place Market - flying fish, gorgeous produce and flowers, the ORIGINAL Starbucks, prioshky piroshky, Shy Giant Frozen Yogurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywhere between 6 - 8 miles of walking =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bubble Tea &amp;amp; the Game of Life on the Ave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanging out with the Amgen Seattle group &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;later start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sculpture Garden - Giant cones, Richard(?) Serra's work // "The Arc", Typewriter Eraser, Silver Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Walking along the Seattle waterfront/pier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pike Place Market take TWO! featuring the PIG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Indian Buffet lunch via Rachel Ray tip #1: Ask a local! Pabla's @ 2nd &amp;amp; Pine - YUM-O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;more piroshky piroshky =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;first cup of Seattle coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;shopping!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pioneer Square History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trabant Chaiwalla - SOOO GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tim's 21st Birthday Party! New friends, good food, &amp;amp; s'mores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;z...Z...z..Z...knocked out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;SUPER early cab ride to Sea-Tac &amp;amp; flight home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 AM arrival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest of the day was a LONG nap, catch up on Sex &amp;amp; the City Reruns, and...what else...Food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-3214464338531498822?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/3214464338531498822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=3214464338531498822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/3214464338531498822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/3214464338531498822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/08/3-day-weekend-in-seattle.html' title='3 day weekend in Seattle'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372016780328164530.post-4642471684767156211</id><published>2008-07-22T20:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:33:26.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah du jour'/><title type='text'>Note to self:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*zip top purse in a d/l color - to keep away all the pickpockets and muggers (p.s. did you know that mace is illegal to carry in the UK? I was thinking about carrying around a brick instead - that way I can protect myself while also doing some daily weight lifting with all the cardio/walking I'm going to be doing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* scarf/gloves/hat - because though the seasons do indeed change, you might as well call it winter 75% of the year* umbrella - or a "brelly" as they call it, according to the books only about 22 inches of rain a year but it drizzles on a periodic basis like no other - and even though rain isn't guaranteed everyday, it's highly suggested on EVERY list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* small bag - to add as a detail to item 1 b/c apparently if you carry around a large bag, you're just asking for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* "respectable" leisure clothing - no bumming it in London, afterall, they're symbolic ruling body is royalty, while ours just don't speak good English - says a lot about a country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* walking shoes - that aren't tennis shoes (see previous item) and in interest of packing light, I can only hope to find these in a nice looking boot that I will be able to cross use for school, work, and play. P.s. No heels as recommended by virtualtourist.com because well...as any one in the D.C. are can tell you, heels and cobblestones just don't do well on the ankles.* prepaid phone card - to call mum and pop :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* small towel - b/c the British apparently don't believe in hand or face towels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* camera - this is a given, I really need to go buy one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* oatmeal packets - they're small, easy to pack, nutritious and all you gotta do is just add water! In lieu of such a weak dollar and an abdominal exchange rate - if I can save myself a meal by transporting a few packets of oatmeal for breakfast than...yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* converter/adapter/transformer - so my electronics don't commit suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* flats with arch support - see comment about walking shoes, but hey! it is London where they leisure clothing is still dressier than the average American, so gotta make sure I still look cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*tylenol + cough meds - just in case, but don't worry, I'm not bringing the whole medicine cabinent. Apparently, they don't sell the same thing and under the same name, plus chances are, I probably won't be able to afford it anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* thermal top - cold cold cold all year round...at least when I'm going to be there anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* messenger bag - another detail for item one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* bandaids - called elastoplasts in the British English dialect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*zip loc bags - even while here in the states and living as a college student, they come in handy for all sorts of things! It's a good way to stay organized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* wipes/hand gel - b/c it's gonna make me feel like a million bunks after I get off the tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* highlighter - academic purposes, mapping, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* plastic accordian file - maintain all my documents (i.e. passport, tickets, tube pass, photocopies, etc., etc., etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* dark, plain clothing - easy to mix and match, great for the tube, going out, to work, to school and layering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Books to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Bill Bryson - Notes from a Small Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* London for Free* A-Z Map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Oyster Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To leave at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;x sloppy clothesx hair dryer - better to just get one there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;x backpack - it helps out the pick pockets, screams tourist, and isn't very fashionable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;x baseball cap - see abovex logo teesx flip flops - that's right, I'm going to be abandoning my CA mojo for a while, they had a good run anyway, the rainbows need to be replaced!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Projected Weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fall: 50 - 64 degrees F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Winter: 46 - 48 degrees F* no snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;* drizzle rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a good thing I've always loved the cold, but man do I hate rain =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/372016780328164530-4642471684767156211?l=4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/feeds/4642471684767156211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=372016780328164530&amp;postID=4642471684767156211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4642471684767156211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/372016780328164530/posts/default/4642471684767156211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4rmlondonwithlove-kimmie.blogspot.com/2008/07/note-to-self.html' title='Note to self:'/><author><name>Kimmie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMZE392ia_c/TxHUx6EG1SI/AAAAAAAAPrc/-beJ4_1VPNo/s220/IMG_0531.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
