Never fear, faithful readers, I have returned… and with a goal in mind. Instead of updating this blog so haphazardly, I’ll try to do it once a week, on Sunday. I may update in between (ok, probably not—let’s be honest), but every Sunday it will happen. Really.
Life has been prancing on as you would expect. We’re growing accustomed to our schedule of classes—historical dance (think: corsets), movement, dramatic literature, stage combat (always a favourite—I don’t know who thought it was a good idea for me to wield a weapon, but I’m having a great time), Shakespeare, Alexander Technique, history of British Theatre, acting, auditions, dialect, voice, speech, and so on. Our weeks are packed and absolutely fly by. Classes go from as early as 9:30 to as late as 6:30; Wednesdays end at 4:30, which feels very early. Last Friday I got out at 3:45. I hardly even knew what to do with my time! (I went grocery shopping.)
Here at the flat things are going well. The roses on the table are beginning to wilt, but I bought them for £1.99 a week ago, so that’s not too bad. We are all settled into a sort of routine—elbowing each other out of the way at all mealtimes as we struggle to use the same space, curling up to watch random TV shows (Caroline and I are oddly addicted to Super Nanny), teasing each other about eccentricities, and planning excursions (Buckingham Palace, Edinburgh…). We refer to our flat as “the family”—Sevita is the Dad, I am the Mom (anyone surprised? Anyone?), Marielle is the daughter, Katie is the teenage boy, and Caroline is Zee, the youngest. In our flat we cook, bake, do handstands, clean (compulsively, in my case), and talk an awful lot. I’m tremendously happy that I live with the people I do.
Incidentally, I’m also very happy with the rest of the people on the programme. There are 22 of us total, and we see more of each other than you can possibly imagine. We live in the same apartment building and have all the same classes (though, of course, at different times). There are occasional differences of opinion or slight annoyances because, after all, we hardly ever have a moment apart, but in general I’m very pleased. Everyone is eager to improve, and happy to be here. We are having adventures, and everyone is eager to laugh. I think that if people have a sense of humour, anything can be fun.
Last night, for example, Dana, Kari, and I meandered about our area of town. Originally, we were looking for a tango place for Dana (and found one), but after that it became a search for Boba (does anyone know where in London we could find this?). When it became clear that there was no Boba in this part of town, we switched gears and started searching for dessert. Before long we found ourselves in a Greek restaurant, happily sharing baklava, ice cream, and halva. We still aren’t quite clear on what halva is, but it was delicious. That was not a big event, it was certainly not an exciting story, but it was an absolutely wonderful experience. It was relaxed, friendly, and not at all dictated by where we had to be when, or anything of that nature. It was just really, really nice. The man at the Greek restaurant was particularly charming, and I left wanting to watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding. He didn’t say a word about Windex, but he did give us a free plate of fruit. It was delicious.
I think perhaps what might be appropriate now is a photo montage of my life, and I can explain all the random photos as I go. Pictures of places I go, things I see, people I know, things I find funny, and… well, you get the idea.
The houses of Parliament (and Big Ben of course). We went on a great tour of Parliament there, and loved it. It's a gorgeous place to make laws.
I love this truck. MIND THAT CHILD!
This playground broke my heart. No adult may enter unless accompanied by a child? I showed very good restraint, until I saw goats. Free roaming goats! Then I went inside anyway to pet them. But really, I only stayed a couple of minutes. I promise.
Today I went to Buckingham Palace! I'm with Caroline in the gardens in this picture. The castle is absolutely huge. Inside there are "state rooms" (where the Queen meets guests), a banquet hall, over 20 bedrooms, 78 bathrooms, offices, enormous kitchens, and so on. It was a lot of fun to look around inside. I can't imagine being a queen and getting to live there!
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Bring us back some Digestives, Luna/Litza!!
BTW, We love you!
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