Last week

I was thinking about how little time I have left here. Only one more week before my parents come. I can't believe it. I'm trying to stop myself from thinking about all the things I will no longer be able to do. But I can't resist....

No more

Ben's Cookies before religion

Pajamas and messy hair in the classroom

Being friends with my professors (Haha. Who does that back home?)

Riding Double Deckers

Seeing a show once a week

Rooming with fourteen crazy girls 

On that note, watching my roommates fall off their beds

Parlor and Servery

Delicious crepe places

Oxford Street and all its glory

Fantastic weekend and week trips

And so much more...

But, I've experienced more in these four months than I have in my entire life. I don't regret a moment, I've loved every minute, and I will never forget it.

Thank You London.

A Weekend of Bliss

So this week was purely magical. The pictures speak for themselves.

One of the best decisions that I've made in my life. It was new and beautiful and reminded me so much of home. For the first time I became homesick and wanted the Torrance beach and south end's pool. When we pulled into our hotel in Portugal, we were impressed by our nice digs. However, once we got to the room, we were even more impressed. They were apartment/condo style rooms that were very nice and had a kitchen. On the balcony of our hotel room we could see the beautiful pool that changed colors. Although the front desk told us the beach would still be there in the morning, we ignored his comment and continued down to the beach. It was dark and a little eerie walking down the stairs to the beach, but once we were there, it was beautiful and we all followed Jamie's lead as she climbed onto a large rock that was flat at the top. We all sat on it and were so excited that we made a pact to stay longer in Portugal and not tell anyone. It was one of those secret society blood oaths (minus the blood) that we got caught up in. But despite all the excitement and hype, the Portuguese sun had other plans for us. SUNBURN would send us all home on time.

Speaking of suburns... Blake's was the best. He has a handprint on his chest now along with an ipod line. Classic.

Jamie

 

 

 

Lyse

Heather

Meet my roomies in Portugal. Aren't they adorable?

Chocolate bar with ice cream inside? YES.

No trumpet blowing.

I love cereals in other countries

Also, while I'm on the subject of food. BEST MEAL EVER: Portuguese Steak Medallions, Chips (Fries), and Vegetables. For starters: bread and delicious carrots. Who knew carrots could be so delicious?

Last detail. I was the only one not to get scorched in Portugal. Everyone was laughing at my paleness, but in all honesty, we agree that I certainly got the last laugh. HAHAHA.

Happy then... miserable later.