Just Debbie again tonight, and this will be a quick post. Yesterday was Sunday, which means it was church day! I've been assigned to attend a different building with a different congregation from Sarah, and mine happens to meet at a building that takes about an hour and a half to reach by the Tube. It's about a 20 minute walk to the nearest Tube station, then a 45 minute ride on the underground, then another 15-20 minute walk to the chapel from that station...and repeat for the journey back home. (I realize that doesn't add up to an hour and a half, but you have to factor in some time to get lost and miss trains and such. Plus the most direct route uses a Tube line that was conveniently out of service over the weekend.) The Oyster cards (London Underground passes) we purchased when we first got here are only effective within certain zones of London, and my chapel happens to be outside of those zones, so we get to pay an extra $4 every time we want to go to church. What does all this mean? It's an ADVENTURE to attend church, with a higher time and money investment than I've ever had to make before. And I'll probably never have to make that sacrifice ever again in my life. But I actually rather enjoy it--it gives me two hours to sit quietly and think, read, write, reflect on life...good stuff.
But if I didn't actually enjoy the down time on public transportation, would it be worth it? ...ABSOLUTELY. The ward is SO welcoming and loving. Before the group of us who traveled together even entered the chapel doors, the CUTEST little girl came up to us all and gave us each a hug. She even gave a couple of us STICKERS! And when we did enter the chapel, the adults were even more welcoming toward us. A couple of women on the opposite side of the room (Susan and Marcia) immediately caught our eye--after multiple others introduced themselves to us, anyway--and motioned for us to sit in the row in front of them. They were simply marvelous. They were both from Africa, though I unfortunately don't remember which specific country. The woman and child sitting in front of us were from Brazil, and there were some couples from the Philippines in nearby rows, and they all introduced themselves to us and seemed sincerely excited to meet this year's crop of BYU Cougars. The bishop told us that this ward might be the most diverse in the church, with its members hailing from upwards of 25 different countries, mostly in Africa. It is WONDERFUL to worship the same God in the same way as all these people from all over the world, and it is wonderful to feel of their pioneer faith and dedication. I was impressed not only by their sincerity in worship but also the unity I felt among the congregation. It really felt like one big, loving family...and I am excited to be a part of that family for the next few weeks. It felt like home.
Today I attended my first real church service at a church that wasn't my own. Elena, Ashley and I went to the Southwark Cathedral (pronounced SUTTHICK Cathedral...just the way it's spelled, of course) for Evensong. The architecture was masterful, the decorations slightly morbid, the singing beautiful, the prayer moving. There is power in humble communication with God, no matter who is speaking or even what exactly is being said. Take a humble heart and willing hands and God will listen and respond.
And tomorrow we wake up early to take a one-hour coach (or bus, if you prefer the American) to the London, UK temple! Here's some trivia for you: the London temple serves a total of 25 LDS stakes or districts, or one third the number of stakes served by the Provo, UT temple. But we rise early tomorrow, so goodnight unto you all...
Monday, May 10, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
The end of a blogging hiatus
Just Debbie here, and it has officially been far too long since I've blogged. I'm finally beginning to warm up to London life--literally. A girl next door, genius that she is, discovered the thermostat on our flat so we are no longer freezing in our beds every night. Step outside, though, and it's still cold all the time.
How can I adequately represent a week's worth of traveling, sight-seeing, thinking, feeling, and learning in a few paragraphs? Answer: I can't. So you'll just get a few quick shots of what's been happening in the city. Let's work backwards, shall we? Tonight I ate in a British pub for the first time, called The Greyhound. They served some seriously tasty food, including the world's biggest potato wedges with BBQ sauce and a deliciously hot, melty chocolate fudge cake. Yum. When we walked in, the man at the door asking for ID looked pretty bewildered to hear we weren't going to order any drinks, just...a meal. I hear that some of the others girls in our program asked some local Britons where they could get something to eat one night, and the group of boys they asked stared blankly at them for a bit before saying, "...Eat? We don't eat. We drink." So THAT'S how they do things here...
Ariel and I went to the Imperial War Museum this afternoon, after spending a VERY leisurely morning at home. Honestly, as much as I want to everything there is to see in England and not waste a minute of my time here, I really needed some time just to relax and read in bed. The War Museum was...pretty depressing. They did an excellent job with the exhibits we saw (The Children's War and the Holocaust Exhibit), and I appreciated the way they focused on individuals and their stories. That, to me, is what history is all about--the PEOPLE and how events affect them. They had a model of what a WWII home looked like, and I sort of chuckled when I came to the room that obviously belonged to a teen girl, with her dress laid out on her bed, a picture of Hugh Grant above her vanity, and pictures of a dashing young soldier boy by her bed. I compare that to the rooms of my roommates in college and realize that times haven't changed much.
So, I'm finally coming to really enjoy being in London. I like just walking around the city, navigating the Tube even if train lines are out of service, looking the right (or left) way
when crossing the street, hearing the rare British accent mixed in with all the foreign languages, enjoying the view passing below as I take a double-decker bus. Still, though, I need my breaks for greenery and nature. It took until Wednesday or Thursday this week for me to finally explore the sprawling Hyde Park just across the street from my flats. It is HUGE and so very, very beautiful. If it hadn't been so cold, I could have stayed there for HOURS frolicking among the walkways and trees and bushes and grass and flowers. The gardens outside of Kensington Palace, where Queen Victoria grew up, literally took my breath away. I also really enjoyed traipsing around Kew Gardens on Friday morning...and even if I was frozen the whole time, I didn't mind so much, because there were acres and acres of grass, trees, ponds, wildlife, flowers, shrubs, and general beauty on which to feast my soul. And it WAS feast for the soul...
And afterward I purchased my first order of fish and chips, which was a finger-licking feast for the belly, too. Later in the afternoon a couple of us traversed the famous Portobello Road market, and I decided that if I were ever to work in an antique shop for a living, I would want to shoot myself in the face.
So I've always known that an exciting event like running into Elena Oliver brings a smile to my face, but when such an event occurs unexpectedly on the streets of London, the excitement level is kicked up a notch or six, and the smile is at least thirteen times wider. Hooray for the safe arrival of Elena and Cebre and the rest of the BYU Choral Music Study Abroad program in London, despite getting lost after having a map printed out, and I am SO excited that they both live just two floors down from me. Prepare yourself, London, for the biggest, longest party you've ever seen.
What else has this past week had in store for me? I was seriously overwhelmed by visiting the Tate Britain museum, and later the National Gallery. There are SO many beautiful pieces of art to be seen...I wish I could spend half an hour on each one, but there are a dozen or two per room and a dozen or two rooms in total in each museum. I'm glad that admission is free, because I will definitely be visiting those museums a few more times at least. Sarah wrote about our experience with Macbeth...and what an experience that was. Whew. I'm glad I like the rain, because otherwise standing in the pouring rain for the last few scenes of the play would have been hell...hah hah. I really like the feel of diversity in the city...this was especially underscored when we attended church on Sunday. People were there from all over the world, and it seemed that everyone there was a first-generation church member. It gave a different feeling to the congregation; I felt like together, we were all on the edge of something new, something big, something important. I felt like a pioneer. I felt like we were all responsible to contribute what we have to a greater cause.
Which brings me to a dream I had a few nights ago involving Paul Simon, a street performer we saw in Burough Market on Saturday, and a large Polynesian man. I don't remember too many details from it, but I was back in Burough Market where Paul Simon was performing El Condor Pasa. He was talking about the South American influences that had contributed to that song and the steel drum player at left was there too, playing his drum, and a large Polynesian man was there with his Polynesian sort of percussion. Together they were all playing different styles of music, but they were discussing it and collaborating and learning from each other. Paul was especially interested in the specific way Polynesian Percussionist was beating the drum, so the Polynesian Percussionist taught him what he was doing. It was fascinating to watch the musicians collaborate. And it struck me, when I woke up, that that's just how I feel about London--many people from all over, some experts in what they do, others just learning, all collaborating and learning from each other. I love it.
Wednesday was a big day. We took a trip to King's Cross Station and took pictures at Platform 9 3/4, and now my life is complete. We were standing around looking at the signs for the REAL platforms 9 and 10 when one of the workers rushed past us and, without any questioning from us, told us matter-of-factly that "Harry Potter is down that way!" Yay for being obvious tourists. We also visited 221B Baker Street, the famous residing place of Sherlock Holmes, and the house of Charles Dickens. Dickens lived on a lovely, quaint, quiet little tree-lined street, one that I definitely would not mind living on. With such beautiful, peaceful scenery, it's no wonder he was able to sit and write such long works. Wednesday I was also witness to an ATM robbery. Lesson learned: ALWAYS be on your guard, because things like that happen FAST. Fortunately, nobody was physically harmed...just financially hurt and perhaps slightly emotionally scarred. Well I think I will close for the night. Hopefully I will be a bit more diligent in blogging so the posts don't have to be as long. Until next time!
How can I adequately represent a week's worth of traveling, sight-seeing, thinking, feeling, and learning in a few paragraphs? Answer: I can't. So you'll just get a few quick shots of what's been happening in the city. Let's work backwards, shall we? Tonight I ate in a British pub for the first time, called The Greyhound. They served some seriously tasty food, including the world's biggest potato wedges with BBQ sauce and a deliciously hot, melty chocolate fudge cake. Yum. When we walked in, the man at the door asking for ID looked pretty bewildered to hear we weren't going to order any drinks, just...a meal. I hear that some of the others girls in our program asked some local Britons where they could get something to eat one night, and the group of boys they asked stared blankly at them for a bit before saying, "...Eat? We don't eat. We drink." So THAT'S how they do things here...
Ariel and I went to the Imperial War Museum this afternoon, after spending a VERY leisurely morning at home. Honestly, as much as I want to everything there is to see in England and not waste a minute of my time here, I really needed some time just to relax and read in bed. The War Museum was...pretty depressing. They did an excellent job with the exhibits we saw (The Children's War and the Holocaust Exhibit), and I appreciated the way they focused on individuals and their stories. That, to me, is what history is all about--the PEOPLE and how events affect them. They had a model of what a WWII home looked like, and I sort of chuckled when I came to the room that obviously belonged to a teen girl, with her dress laid out on her bed, a picture of Hugh Grant above her vanity, and pictures of a dashing young soldier boy by her bed. I compare that to the rooms of my roommates in college and realize that times haven't changed much.
So, I'm finally coming to really enjoy being in London. I like just walking around the city, navigating the Tube even if train lines are out of service, looking the right (or left) way
when crossing the street, hearing the rare British accent mixed in with all the foreign languages, enjoying the view passing below as I take a double-decker bus. Still, though, I need my breaks for greenery and nature. It took until Wednesday or Thursday this week for me to finally explore the sprawling Hyde Park just across the street from my flats. It is HUGE and so very, very beautiful. If it hadn't been so cold, I could have stayed there for HOURS frolicking among the walkways and trees and bushes and grass and flowers. The gardens outside of Kensington Palace, where Queen Victoria grew up, literally took my breath away. I also really enjoyed traipsing around Kew Gardens on Friday morning...and even if I was frozen the whole time, I didn't mind so much, because there were acres and acres of grass, trees, ponds, wildlife, flowers, shrubs, and general beauty on which to feast my soul. And it WAS feast for the soul...
And afterward I purchased my first order of fish and chips, which was a finger-licking feast for the belly, too. Later in the afternoon a couple of us traversed the famous Portobello Road market, and I decided that if I were ever to work in an antique shop for a living, I would want to shoot myself in the face.So I've always known that an exciting event like running into Elena Oliver brings a smile to my face, but when such an event occurs unexpectedly on the streets of London, the excitement level is kicked up a notch or six, and the smile is at least thirteen times wider. Hooray for the safe arrival of Elena and Cebre and the rest of the BYU Choral Music Study Abroad program in London, despite getting lost after having a map printed out, and I am SO excited that they both live just two floors down from me. Prepare yourself, London, for the biggest, longest party you've ever seen.
What else has this past week had in store for me? I was seriously overwhelmed by visiting the Tate Britain museum, and later the National Gallery. There are SO many beautiful pieces of art to be seen...I wish I could spend half an hour on each one, but there are a dozen or two per room and a dozen or two rooms in total in each museum. I'm glad that admission is free, because I will definitely be visiting those museums a few more times at least. Sarah wrote about our experience with Macbeth...and what an experience that was. Whew. I'm glad I like the rain, because otherwise standing in the pouring rain for the last few scenes of the play would have been hell...hah hah. I really like the feel of diversity in the city...this was especially underscored when we attended church on Sunday. People were there from all over the world, and it seemed that everyone there was a first-generation church member. It gave a different feeling to the congregation; I felt like together, we were all on the edge of something new, something big, something important. I felt like a pioneer. I felt like we were all responsible to contribute what we have to a greater cause.
Which brings me to a dream I had a few nights ago involving Paul Simon, a street performer we saw in Burough Market on Saturday, and a large Polynesian man. I don't remember too many details from it, but I was back in Burough Market where Paul Simon was performing El Condor Pasa. He was talking about the South American influences that had contributed to that song and the steel drum player at left was there too, playing his drum, and a large Polynesian man was there with his Polynesian sort of percussion. Together they were all playing different styles of music, but they were discussing it and collaborating and learning from each other. Paul was especially interested in the specific way Polynesian Percussionist was beating the drum, so the Polynesian Percussionist taught him what he was doing. It was fascinating to watch the musicians collaborate. And it struck me, when I woke up, that that's just how I feel about London--many people from all over, some experts in what they do, others just learning, all collaborating and learning from each other. I love it.
Wednesday was a big day. We took a trip to King's Cross Station and took pictures at Platform 9 3/4, and now my life is complete. We were standing around looking at the signs for the REAL platforms 9 and 10 when one of the workers rushed past us and, without any questioning from us, told us matter-of-factly that "Harry Potter is down that way!" Yay for being obvious tourists. We also visited 221B Baker Street, the famous residing place of Sherlock Holmes, and the house of Charles Dickens. Dickens lived on a lovely, quaint, quiet little tree-lined street, one that I definitely would not mind living on. With such beautiful, peaceful scenery, it's no wonder he was able to sit and write such long works. Wednesday I was also witness to an ATM robbery. Lesson learned: ALWAYS be on your guard, because things like that happen FAST. Fortunately, nobody was physically harmed...just financially hurt and perhaps slightly emotionally scarred. Well I think I will close for the night. Hopefully I will be a bit more diligent in blogging so the posts don't have to be as long. Until next time!
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Shakespearean Adventures (and more!)
iSarah here. I swear, one day I'll post some pictures and videos for your enjoyment. I have some good ones. So here's the meaning of life: Shakespeare is AWESOME. The Globe Theater is AWESOME. Crazy performances of Macbeth in the rain/hail are AWESOME. Twelfth Night is AWESOME. Getting free pizza unexpected in the middle of a performance of Twelfth Night is AWESOME.
See the pattern yet?
We went and saw Macbeth at the Globe Theater last Saturday, and it was FANTASTIC. The director, Lucy Bailey, had some really fabulous ideas regarding the production, namely the groundling membrane. Let me explain. No, there is too much, let me sum up. Bailey wanted the audience to feel like they were in hell like Macbeth and the poor Scottish thanes. The solution? Have this giant black cloth stretch out from the stage, and have little slits for people's heads and make them stand there with their head stuck through this cloth for the entire production. The insipiration for such a creation was this:
(remember what I said about posting pictures at the beginning? yeah, I'm posting some now)
The end result was this:
Before the show started, the witches came out and were running around underneath this thing. They actually lifted someone's wallet down there. I found out after the production that they kindly asked him to borrow his wallet, but I didn't know that at the beginning. And right as the show started, three men covered in fake blood popped out of the giant black t-shirt thing and they were all moaning and groaning and acting like DEATH. And another one did the same thing on stage. It was mildly terrifying.
The production only got better from there.
For the feast scene were Macbeth sees Banquo's ghost, the ghost pops out of the dinner platter and grabs Macbeth's arm as he's reaching for some food. Again, mildly terrifying.
There were people constantly running in and out of the theater, and I was standing on the edge of one of the black membranes, so they were always running past me (usually with large pointy swords...mildly terrifying). And there was extensive use of fake blood and other liquids and I was never quite so unsettled in my life as I was during certain scenes.
Around the fourth act, it started raining. Being in the Globe and being a groundling, this means you will get wet. The membrane kept us dry through act four and most of act five, but when it started hailing, we were in trouble. But the hail turned out to be the greatest cosmic joke in the world. In act five, Macduff chased Macbeth out of the theater to kill him. When he returns, what are his lines? "HAIL! HAIL! HAIL, KING OF SCOTLAND!" It took a moment, but all the groundlings started laughing because we were cold and wet and it was hailing on us and poor Macduff was trying very hard not smile. I think he may have been. It was a beautiful moment, and I think the dear old Bard would have approved.
Then I went to church (not immediately afterward seeing as how it was Sunday and it would have been a little weird to watch people kill people and then go to church) and there were a LOT more non-british people than I expected. It was still good though. (Then again, isn't church always good?)
Then I had some classes and we started studying Twelfth Night, which involved copious amounts of watching this really fantastic film version of Twelfth Night with the woman who plays Bellatrix as Olivia and the woman who plays Lucy Steele (Sense and Sensibility with Emma Thompson and Alan Rickman) as Viola. There was some enjoyable museum going and an enjoyable jaunt to Trafalgar Square. Debbie has pictures of that. I went and saw Les Mis and I felt like angels of God were serenading me throughout most of the performance. The girls that I saw it with thought it was the best thing ever since boys (boys are very important, you know) but it didn't do much for me. I appreciated the talent, certainly, but I didn't feel connected to any of the characters--and I find character connection neccessary for good entertainment.
Today we saw a production of Twelfth Night that was QUITE unlike any other production of Twelth Night I think has ever been produced. There was a lot of crazy music (involving electric guitars, drum sets, and crazy keyboard made sounds), liberal amounts of alcohol (Sir Toby and Sir Andrew were drinking through most of the production and even did tequila shots during one of the scenes), cross dressing (oh wait, that's in every production of Twelfth Night) and a lot of other nonsense. The greatest moment was, perhaps, the "What is love" song Feste the Fool sings. It was sung, in the production, by the drunk Toby and Andrew and it got crazier and crazier as time passed. Andrew wore a hat with velcro bits on the side and on the top and Maria (followed by the audience) threw felt balls at. He had a second hat, which he made the fourteen year old boy in the front row don before he dragged him up on stage. Then there was some wild dancing. Then Roger Sorenson was dancing in his seat, and then he was dancing on stage (after manuevering quite nimbly through the auditorium). And then he was dancing with one of the girls from the group who was also suddenly on stage.
And then Sir Toby came out with two boxes of pizza that he passed down my row of seats and told us all to take.
The scene continued in this manner until Malvolio showed up, at which point the partying promptly ended.
HILARIOUS.
This scene was followed in favoritism by the "To be Count Malvolio" scene, in which Malvolio speculates what life would be like if Olivia were in love with him and married him. There were many euphemisms and innuendos, which is typical of Shakespeare's comedies, although these ones were particularly pronounced. At the end of his speech, Malvolio took a moment to play air guitar and act like a rock star.
This was followed by a scene that scarred me a little. The cross-gartered Malvolio looked something like this: A man with a beer belly wearing very very very small yellow shorts (no shirt) and yellow and white striped socks that came up to mid thigh. The shorts were very small (did I mention that yet?) and very tight. It was gross, and I wanted to ralph a little bit. Actually, I wanted to ralph a lotta bit.
Still hilarious (in a distinctly uncomfortable sort of way, though).
Now, the actress who played Viola/Caesario also played Sebastian (Viola's twin brother), which made the end reunion...interesting. I'll let you imagine how that went for yourself.
So yeah, things are going well. I'm managing to do some homework between site seeing and seeing really fabulous productions. I'm making friends with cool people and we're doing cool things together. I'm planning my future life as a billionaire with Rachel, the cool English major in room F. It involves multiple houses in Scotland/England, cool old furniture, old books, and tasty chocolate treats on a daily basis (with a personal trainer to keep us from becoming large blimp-like ladies). My future is looking pretty grand. Be jealous.
I hope things are going well at home/Provo. I love you all!
Pax ex.
See the pattern yet?
We went and saw Macbeth at the Globe Theater last Saturday, and it was FANTASTIC. The director, Lucy Bailey, had some really fabulous ideas regarding the production, namely the groundling membrane. Let me explain. No, there is too much, let me sum up. Bailey wanted the audience to feel like they were in hell like Macbeth and the poor Scottish thanes. The solution? Have this giant black cloth stretch out from the stage, and have little slits for people's heads and make them stand there with their head stuck through this cloth for the entire production. The insipiration for such a creation was this:
(remember what I said about posting pictures at the beginning? yeah, I'm posting some now)
The end result was this:
Before the show started, the witches came out and were running around underneath this thing. They actually lifted someone's wallet down there. I found out after the production that they kindly asked him to borrow his wallet, but I didn't know that at the beginning. And right as the show started, three men covered in fake blood popped out of the giant black t-shirt thing and they were all moaning and groaning and acting like DEATH. And another one did the same thing on stage. It was mildly terrifying.
The production only got better from there.
For the feast scene were Macbeth sees Banquo's ghost, the ghost pops out of the dinner platter and grabs Macbeth's arm as he's reaching for some food. Again, mildly terrifying.
There were people constantly running in and out of the theater, and I was standing on the edge of one of the black membranes, so they were always running past me (usually with large pointy swords...mildly terrifying). And there was extensive use of fake blood and other liquids and I was never quite so unsettled in my life as I was during certain scenes.
Around the fourth act, it started raining. Being in the Globe and being a groundling, this means you will get wet. The membrane kept us dry through act four and most of act five, but when it started hailing, we were in trouble. But the hail turned out to be the greatest cosmic joke in the world. In act five, Macduff chased Macbeth out of the theater to kill him. When he returns, what are his lines? "HAIL! HAIL! HAIL, KING OF SCOTLAND!" It took a moment, but all the groundlings started laughing because we were cold and wet and it was hailing on us and poor Macduff was trying very hard not smile. I think he may have been. It was a beautiful moment, and I think the dear old Bard would have approved.
Then I went to church (not immediately afterward seeing as how it was Sunday and it would have been a little weird to watch people kill people and then go to church) and there were a LOT more non-british people than I expected. It was still good though. (Then again, isn't church always good?)
Then I had some classes and we started studying Twelfth Night, which involved copious amounts of watching this really fantastic film version of Twelfth Night with the woman who plays Bellatrix as Olivia and the woman who plays Lucy Steele (Sense and Sensibility with Emma Thompson and Alan Rickman) as Viola. There was some enjoyable museum going and an enjoyable jaunt to Trafalgar Square. Debbie has pictures of that. I went and saw Les Mis and I felt like angels of God were serenading me throughout most of the performance. The girls that I saw it with thought it was the best thing ever since boys (boys are very important, you know) but it didn't do much for me. I appreciated the talent, certainly, but I didn't feel connected to any of the characters--and I find character connection neccessary for good entertainment.
Today we saw a production of Twelfth Night that was QUITE unlike any other production of Twelth Night I think has ever been produced. There was a lot of crazy music (involving electric guitars, drum sets, and crazy keyboard made sounds), liberal amounts of alcohol (Sir Toby and Sir Andrew were drinking through most of the production and even did tequila shots during one of the scenes), cross dressing (oh wait, that's in every production of Twelfth Night) and a lot of other nonsense. The greatest moment was, perhaps, the "What is love" song Feste the Fool sings. It was sung, in the production, by the drunk Toby and Andrew and it got crazier and crazier as time passed. Andrew wore a hat with velcro bits on the side and on the top and Maria (followed by the audience) threw felt balls at. He had a second hat, which he made the fourteen year old boy in the front row don before he dragged him up on stage. Then there was some wild dancing. Then Roger Sorenson was dancing in his seat, and then he was dancing on stage (after manuevering quite nimbly through the auditorium). And then he was dancing with one of the girls from the group who was also suddenly on stage.
And then Sir Toby came out with two boxes of pizza that he passed down my row of seats and told us all to take.
The scene continued in this manner until Malvolio showed up, at which point the partying promptly ended.
HILARIOUS.
This scene was followed in favoritism by the "To be Count Malvolio" scene, in which Malvolio speculates what life would be like if Olivia were in love with him and married him. There were many euphemisms and innuendos, which is typical of Shakespeare's comedies, although these ones were particularly pronounced. At the end of his speech, Malvolio took a moment to play air guitar and act like a rock star.
This was followed by a scene that scarred me a little. The cross-gartered Malvolio looked something like this: A man with a beer belly wearing very very very small yellow shorts (no shirt) and yellow and white striped socks that came up to mid thigh. The shorts were very small (did I mention that yet?) and very tight. It was gross, and I wanted to ralph a little bit. Actually, I wanted to ralph a lotta bit.
Still hilarious (in a distinctly uncomfortable sort of way, though).
Now, the actress who played Viola/Caesario also played Sebastian (Viola's twin brother), which made the end reunion...interesting. I'll let you imagine how that went for yourself.
So yeah, things are going well. I'm managing to do some homework between site seeing and seeing really fabulous productions. I'm making friends with cool people and we're doing cool things together. I'm planning my future life as a billionaire with Rachel, the cool English major in room F. It involves multiple houses in Scotland/England, cool old furniture, old books, and tasty chocolate treats on a daily basis (with a personal trainer to keep us from becoming large blimp-like ladies). My future is looking pretty grand. Be jealous.
I hope things are going well at home/Provo. I love you all!
Pax ex.
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