Real Life

Now that I’m all caught up on my adventures, I thought it might be a good time to do a post about classes and interning, which are (supposedly) the reasons I’m here in the first place.

Classes are about the same as they were in the beginning. I really love my Parliament class, my professor is really charismatic and I’m really interested in the topic. I’m having a harder time being excited about my public policy class, but it’s manageable at least. We have two classes for an hour each on Monday, and no real work to do for them except for the papers we already handed in and the finals at the end of the program. I’m still not used to the system, since nothing is ever due it’s not easy to find the motivation to read textbooks for hours on end. After doing the essays I have a better idea of what the finals will be like, I definitely need to buckle down and start doing more of the class readings, even though none of them are mandatory.

My internship is getting progressively better. I work at the political consulting firm three days a week, and spend most days on the computer all day making spreadsheets, making follow-up calls for events and reading and summarizing political documents. It’s not the most fulfilling work, but I am learning a lot about the British political system. I’ve gotten to go to select committee meetings at Parliament a few times (being in Parliament never gets old) and I’ve been to a couple of events in the last few weeks. Today I went to a lecture at a think tank by David Milliband MP, the current foreign secretary and likely the next leader of the Labour party. It was really interesting, and it was a small audience so being there was a pretty big deal. Plus there were free cookies. :-)

Today I decided to change the topic of my dissertation, which is last minute and super scary, but I think it’s for the best. I was having a really hard time with research for the last topic I chose, and there is much more applicable information available for this new topic. I’m planning on writing about how the British government can engage young voters in the wake of very low young voter turnout in the last few elections. I’m really interested in youth engagement on any level, so hopefully that will be enough drive for me to bang out 40 pages in the next month or so. Eek!

Antiques, Pastries & Ukuleles

After four days in Scottish paradise, I filled yesterday with adventures in London. Team Bunkbed woke up super early and hopped onto the Tube toward Notting Hill. We found the much-recommended Portobello Market without a problem. We started at the beginning of Portobello Street where the market is held on weekends, browsing antiques, since Kelsey was looking for a vintage map. There were tons of vendors lining the street, with everything from new souvenirs to hundred year old boxing equipment to jewelry and silver teapots and everything in between. I enjoyed picking out things to put in our houses when we’re old enough to have paid off our student loans.

I’m not sure how long the market is, and though there are technically different sections, they all blend together. There were clothes and music and food in addition to antiques. Kelsey got a Nutella crepe, as she can always be counted on to do. A few stalls later we both stopped in our tracks, saying “woah” at the exact same moment. What was the reason for our exclamation you ask? Delicious looking pastries of course! Though moments before I found myself weighing if I was hungry enough to eat a bruschetta, I ended up buying a huge whipped crème-filled, chocolate-iced donut from the stand. It was incredible. There was lots of thrift stalls towards the end, but we were both trying to save our money so we ended up just looking without really shopping.

After an hour or two we headed back to the other end of the market, it was now after 11:00, and we had to fight our way to the crowds that suddenly appeared. Kelsey ended up getting a really cool map of the British Isles from the 1800s, but I left empty handed.

We got lunch at an Indian restaurant near the beginning of the market and spent lunch in awe of the steady stream of people filtering into the market. I’m so glad we went early, we could barely move on our way back out. I had a delicious pumpkin curry (I feel so cultured, I’ve had Indian food TWICE! Haha) and pilau rice, my new favorite.

Kelsey and I split up after lunch, and I went to Tottenham Court Road to buy a ukulele, an idea I got a few days ago when I was missing my guitar and viola. I borrowed the guitar of one of the guys in the program one day, but I really just miss my own instruments and being able to play music whenever I want. This is the longest I’ve gone without playing music since fourth grade, and I’ve hated it. I needed music back in my life, and a ukulele is so portable it seemed like a no-brainer.

Tottenham Court Road has one side street near the tube station that is packed with music stores. I’d never been over there when they were all open, and I loved being surrounded by musicians looking for new music and instruments, I didn’t feel weird geeking out about music like I do in most other situations. After asking questions and wandering in and out of music stores, I finally found what I was looking for, in a color that didn’t make me feel like a four year old (the first store I stopped in had cheap ukuleles, but my color options were pink and green…no thanks).

Now I have an adorable little yellow ukulele. Even just playing for a few hours yesterday (it was really easy to transfer what I know from guitar to the four-stringed instrument) I feel so much better having music back in my life. I was really missing it, and it’s been a music-filled week with all of the concerts in Edinburgh. It sounds sappy and silly, but music makes me happy. That’s all there is to it. Now I’m a Londoner with a uke, and life couldn’t be better.

Kilts, etc.

In an effort not to fall behind on my blog again, I’m going to write here instead of working on my dissertation. Because I make good decisions.

I’ve been awaiting the Hansard-organized “educational” trip to Edinburgh for all students in the program since before I arrived in London. Everyone in the program got off from our internships this week (a much needed break) so we could take the trip during Parliament’s recess.

We set off on a train from Kings Cross station on the beautiful four and a half journey through England and Scotland’s countryside. It’s known for being one of the most beautiful train journeys in the world, and the scenery did not disappoint. After taking cabs to our hotel, a group of seven of us set out to explore Edinburgh for the rest of the afternoon. We walked Princes Street, the main shopping and souvenir street and the park surrounding “the mound” of Edinburgh Castle. The castle is built high up on cliffs and is visible from most parts of the city. Once we trekked up the stairs up towards the castle we realized how brilliant those city planners were, you can see far past the city of Edinburgh from the castle. The castle is located at the top of the Royal Mile, the mile-long stretch of High Street running from Edinburgh Castle down to the Palace of Holyrood, the Queen’s residence in Scotland. We all got crepes to share, in honor of Pancake Day before walking some of the Royal Mile, stopping into lots of gift shops and the Scotch Whiskey Experience.

We got dinner at this great little Nepalese restaurant near our hotel in the west end of the city. None of us had ever had Nepalese food before, but it was very similar to Indian food, with different spices. I had curry, pilau rice and nan, and it was all incredible. Everyone really enjoyed their meals, and now I know I like Nepalese food.

After dinner we headed to a nearby pub, like the good little Brits we are. A bunch of my friends got kicked out because they didn’t have passports to prove their ages, but the few of us that stayed got a taste of the British football culture. On a Tuesday night the pub was packed with men. There were probably two hundred men and about seven women, including Kelsey and I. It was insane. You would think we’d have a good shot at talking to some Scottish guys, but no dice. Everyone was absolutely glued to the TVs watching the Manchester United v. AC Milan game. Even after the game was over, the after game commentary was muted, and the American hip hop music came on, the few women in the place were completely ignored. Eventually we just headed back to the hotel.

Since we stayed at a bed and breakfast, we had breakfast at the hotel on Wednesday before heading to the Law Society of Scotland for some lectures on devolution and the Scottish Economy. We had a three hour break, so the seven of us set off to walk the full Royal Mile. We started at the top of the castle again to get some better pictures in the sunlinght and shopped our way down, stopping for a cheap pub lunch at a place called the Jolly Judge. Our main stop of the afternoon was Fudge Kitchen for free samples and the purchasing of far more fudge than necessary. It was incredible, and the Scottish are known for their fudge, so we had to do it. We stopped at Starbucks before meeting up with the group for an interesting lecture on the European Parliament. Afterwards we finished up the Royal Mile walk to take pictures at Holyrood palace. We ate dinner at a place called McDonners that was connected to a Quiznos, then went to an Ash Wednesday mass at a church off High Street. I’ve never been to an Ash Wednesday mass, and found it really interesting.

We headed back to the hotel for some R&R before going all the way back to High Street (about a 40 minute walk from our hotel) to a bar that my friend Bhumi and I scoped out earlier in the day. The bar, Whistle Binkies, has live bands and no cover every night of the week until 3am. We saw three bands, and I really liked them all, though my favorite was OK Social Club, which you should check out. It was a weird crowd, there were several trashed and obnoxious middle aged men attempting to dance with us all night, but the good music made up for the weird bar patrons.

Thursday morning we all had a bus tour after breakfast, it was one of those hop on hop off tours. It was interesting, but we sat outside on the second level, which probably wasn’t our best plan ever. I was freezing by the end of the tour.

We stopped into St. Giles church after the tour and learned all about the building’s history from a bored tour guide who kept coming over to us and telling us about the place without being asked for information. I feel far more knowledgeable about the beautiful building now, so I didn’t mind.

Next we set off on a Harry Potter adventure. We got a delicious lunch at the Elephant House, the elephant paraphernalia-packed café where J.K. Rowling wrote the first few Harry Potter books. The café overlooks the beautiful scenery of Edinburgh, it’s no wonder she was so inspired to write about a magical world. We tried to get into the cemetery where she got the names for some of her characters from tombstones, but it was closed unfortunately.

After lunch I left the group (who was going off on a four hour hike up the crags) to explore more of the city solo. I walked Grassmarket and wandered through music, book and clothing stores. I also wandered through the National Gallery of Scotland, saw a bagpiper, stopped into a pub for chips (fries) and a wifi connection and walked down Rose St, the pedestrian street parallel to Princes Street. Princes St. and Rose St. are part of Edinburgh’s New Town, which is older than all of America. I stopped into a chain music store called FOPP! advertising 3 pound cds, and nearly did serious damage to my bank account. I settled on two Johnny Cash compilations, which I got way cheaper than I could have on iTunes.

I met up with the other girls for dinner at a Thai restaurant near our hotel. We had another delicious dinner before heading to the hotel to hang out.

We had planned to do an organized pub crawl Thursday night, but after being up until 3am the night before, no one was in the mood. Instead, Bhumi, Rebecca and I headed back to the Royal Mile and checked out a few bars and clubs before deciding to just go back to Whistle Binkies for more live music. We only stayed for a little bit, but we saw another good band that reminded us of Motion City Soundtrack before hopping on a bus back to the hotel.

We had to leave Edinburgh after breakfast on Friday. It was really a great trip, and I’m glad to go back with my mom in April, go into the castle and explore more of the city. The architecture of Edinburgh is absolutely gorgeous, and it’s very interconnected with the natural surroundings of the area. It’s really beautiful, and a must-see if you’re ever in the UK.

A tale of three cities

So I’m about three weeks late in posting this, I hope you’ll forgive me. I’ve had two essays to write, so I’ve been a little preoccupied. Anyway…

Team Bunkbed (my roommate Kelsey and I) took an early morning train to Brussels on Friday morning, then wandered around the station for awhile before grabbing yet another train to Amsterdam. It was a much longer trip than we realized it would be, but we weren’t on a particularly tight schedule, so it worked out fine.

The second I left the Amsterdam train station I knew I was in love with the city. The station is on one of the canals, the buildings in the area are beautiful, and there was a three story bicycle parking structure filled with thousands of bikes right outside. So cool.

After lunch at an Italian restaurant on a really touristy street near the station, we walked around a little bit past all of the stores selling souvenirs, bongs, pipes, and tie dyed apparel. It was definitely a good introduction to Amsterdam. We made it onto a canal cruise, and spent about an hour learning about the history of Amsterdam and all about the architecture of the beautiful gabled canal houses.

Next we headed to the Anne Frank house, which was just as inspiring and shocking as I expected. The craziest part was walking up the staircase behind the bookshelf. There were a few of Anne’s personal belongings around the house, but her father insisted the house not be furnished when it was turned into a museum, so there are only replicas of the original layout. I’m really glad I was able to experience that, though I couldn’t really say that it was fun.

We wandered through Amsterdam to our hostel in the red light district, and got our first taste of the prostitutes in the windows. I should mention that we stayed in a Christian hostel called Shelter City, and it was literally on an alleyway lined with lingerie clad women. The red light district was mind-blowing. There are live sex shows, tons of bars, and lots of alleys lined with prostitutes. They each have their own little window with a door, and people just walk up and down these narrow streets looking at them. It was super awkward walking past men trying to bargain the price of these women’s “services” down, and even stranger when I passed one ordering a sandwich from her window to a worker of the café across the street. Until that happened I had almost forgotten that these girls (not all of them very attractive) have lives outside of their dimly lit windows. That stuff just doesn’t happen in America, and I’m really glad. It was all a little unnerving.

We ended up with yet another leisurely Italian dinner, then headed to Neumarkt Square near our hostel for a stop at The Jolly Joker coffee shop. Make of it what you will.

Saturday morning we woke up to a city beautifully covered in snow. We got breakfast at the hostel before walking to Amsterdam’s floating flower market. There were some gorgeous flower shops full of bulbs of more tulip varieties than I knew existed. It was really pretty and I was able to pick up some souvenirs. After a stop at a shwarma place and picking up our bags at the hostel we hopped on a train back to Brussels.

I wasn’t feeling well after the train ride, so we got dinner at a café near the train station before taking a cab to our hotel. Kelsey and I took it easy at night, and watched a Flemish TV show called “My Name is Michael” for nearly three hours, even though we couldn’t figure out what was going on. There were a bunch of men pretending to be Michael Jackson, and they seemed to talk in both Flemish and English, with Flemish subtitles regardless of the language. It was strange.

On Sunday I consumed the best breakfast of my life at the original location of Le Pain Quotidien. It wasn’t far from our hotel, and was packed with gorgeous breads and pastries. There was a huge assortment of jams and chocolate spreads on every table that were shared between all of the diners. Everything I ate was the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted. I had eggs, bread and lots of dark chocolate spread and strawberry jam. I still have dreams about that breakfast. Amazing.

Next up was a stop at Brussels’s major square, Grand Place. And it was grand indeed. The square is lined with huge buildings with individual elaborate architecture. It was overwhelming and beautiful.

Our last stop in Brussels was the Musical Instruments Museum, four floors of old and new instruments from all over the world. The plaques were in Flemish and French, so I couldn’t read anything about the instruments I was looking at, but we were given headsets that play music typical of the instruments. It was a really great concept, my music geekdom was at an all time high. We looked at accordions, bagpipes, ornate pianos, trombones, cellos, guitars and everything in between. I think I bored Kelsey with my explanations of the old violin, viola and guitar structures, but she humored me anyway. Being at the museum proved that my middle school music teacher was right, music really is the universal language. The people at the museum spoke all different languages, but we were all listening to the same smile and dance provoking music. It was really cool.

Our last city of the weekend was Bruges, a mere hour long train away from Brussels. We only spent the afternoon there, but I think we got a feel for the canal city. I’m pretty sure a quarter of the retail space is Bruges is occupied with chocolate shops, and I ended up purchasing some Belgian chocolate for my friends and family. Bruges caters to wealthy tourists, meaning restaurants there were incredibly expensive. We got the cheapest meal we could find before wandering to the canals, then into one of the main squares. It was beautiful, and made me really miss Venice.

We got home after three train rides (Bruges to Brussels to London to Farringdon Station) and made the short walk home happy with our productive weekend of adventures. I never thought that I’d get a chance to go to the Netherlands, and I definitely never imagined myself seeing two cities in Belgium. I feel so lucky to be doing all of this. Pinch me.

Wanderlust, London Style

I have yet to blog about last weekend updates on Team Bunkbed’s latest adventure in Europe. I’m sure I’ll get around to that later in the week, when I’m procrastinating writing the paper due a week from tomorrow, and not procrastinating writing the paper due tomorrow, which is my current situation (speaking of, how has Jersey Shore been?). In the meantime, it feels right to update on some of the local things I’ve been doing, the things that have made me truly fall in love with London.

This is the first weekend that I really feel like a Londoner. It hit me at some point last week while I was walking around Westminster in my business causal with all of the other working people. I finally feel like I fit in here. I’m sure it has something to do with the fact that I can pay for things in coins without examining the numbers on each one, but I’d like to think that’s only part of this new feeling. I’ve been here a month, so it’s about time I suppose. I’ve learned the subways, I’ve learned the area around my apartment, campus and job pretty well, and I’m really settling into this giant city. It feels good.

We have three day weekends here, so I decided to waste all of Friday hanging out, exploring, and not thinking about the paper that’s due tomorrow. I spent the morning finally unpacking from last weekend, organizing my room, hanging up pictures and newly purchased posters, and generally lounging around, because I could. It was the first day in three weeks I hadn’t needed to wake up to an alarm, and it was wonderful.

After running a couple of errands, including a high-stress trip to the post office to return boots I ordered online, I set off towards Whole Foods in SoHo in search of soy cream cheese. On the way, I had one of the most relaxing and fun days in London yet. I walked through the shop and restaurant-packed Covent Garden, doing a little bit of damage at H&M on the way. Then I wandered through Leichester Square, which is Times Square, only less sparkly.

The funny thing about Whole Foods in the US, is that I only go there for a few things, since it’s expensive and I don’t really know the brands there. But being in Whole Foods here, I actually knew more of the brand names than I do in British supermarkets. I bought my cream cheese (which was gross, annoying!) and chocolate soy milk, then wandered back through SoHo to Leichester Square to meet Kelsey for dinner.

On the way, I went into an apparently famous vintage magazine shop, which is basically a whole basement stocked with teen magazines, Playboy’s, LIFE’s, Vogue’s and everything else you can think of from recent years all the way back to the 40s. Most of them were in special packaging, so you couldn’t flip through them, but I’m a media geek and could have spent hours just looking at the covers. It was such a cool place. Upstairs had a ton of posters, including copies of vintage movie and concert posters. I may have to go back there near the end of this trip and pick up a French Wizard of Oz poster and a Beatles poster from and Asian country I couldn’t decipher the writing of.

Excuse the cheese, but it was just a really great afternoon for being in my own perfect wanderland.

Kelsey and I ended up getting dinner in Chinatown at a place called the Crispy Duck, which was much more delicious than it sounds. Chinatown was decorated with hundreds of Chinese lanterns in preparation for next weeks Chinese New Year, so it was even more fun to walk around.

Since we never miss dessert, after dinner we decided to find a gelato place in Covent Garden I had read about in my guide book. It was a phenomenal plan, Scoop is owned by an Italian woman, and all of the gelato is made fresh there every day. The gelato and sorbet was fantastic, not the quality of Rome’s Giolitti’s gelato, but right up there. I ate too much, but it was amazing so I couldn’t stop.

After an afternoon of working on my paper yesterday, Kelsey and I decided we needed to go out for dinner again. At this point we’re so used to traveling every weekend, that it’s almost like we need to be somewhere new in London to make up for it. Blame it on the wanderlust.

We ended up going for dinner near Picadilly Square (right in the area I had been the day before) at this amazing place called Melati on Great Windmill Street. The food is Malaysian, Indonesian and Singaporean, and I wasn’t familiar with any of those cuisines. I ordered a couple of things off the menu without being sure what I would really get, but it was all absolutely delicious. I think we’re going to try to go back again soon.

It’s just been a really great weekend in London, we’ve had beautiful weather. I haven’t worn my winter jacket all weekend, and I hear the East Coast is covered in snow. I know the weather thing won’t last, but I’m prepared for it. I’m just really happy to have had such a relaxing and enjoyable weekend in a place I can now happily refer to as home.

Team Bunkbed takes on Paris

Two weekends ago my roommate Kelsey and I (from now on, referred to as Team Bunkbed) departed on our first real adventure, destination: Paris. After a two and a half hour train ride and some confusion at the train station (what do we do now?) we bought metro tickets and hopped on a bus to the Eiffel Tower. I don’t think I realized how big the tower was. It’s overwhelming and absolutely breathtaking to see such a recognizable icon up close. After reflecting on the reality of where we were (“I’m in Paris, looking at the Eiffel Tower, I never really thought this would happen”) and taking about 30 pictures each, we bought elevator tickets to take us to the “second floor” observation deck. The view was outstanding. We lucked out with a gorgeous clear day, despite rainy weather predictions, and were able to see every inch of Paris.

We didn’t want to leave the tower, but eventually decided we should eat, so we got lunch at a cute café not far from the tower. We had delicious tuna sandwiches followed by a nutella crepe, expertly ordered by Kelsey (Merci!), then circled back to the park in front of the tower, the Champs du Mars, to take the obligatory tourist pictures. We booked a late afternoon river cruise and got a package including pasta and wine, which was a great deal, and a really cool way to get an overview of the Parisian sights. We (accidentally) timed it perfectly, the sun started setting towards the end of the cruise. So beautiful.

That evening we took the Metro to Moulin Rouge, which was really cool to see. We got some great pictures, and wandered around the area of sex shops and shows, which proved hilarious. There was a three story shop called the Sexodrome, and several others with names I’ll just let you imagine.

To redeem ourselves, Team Bunkbed headed to Sacre Coeur, a huge, beautiful church high on a hill in Montmarte that we were able to see clearly from the Eiffel Tower, despite the fact that it’s on the other side of the city. It was really gorgeous lit up at night, and after a couple of pictures and a stop for crepes, we decided to retire to our hostel.

The next morning we went to the Louvre, which is so much bigger than I imagined. You could spend multiple days there and not see everything, so Team Bunkbed didn’t try. We made a B-line for the Mona Lisa, which is much smaller and just as ugly as I pictured, and wandered around the halls of Italian artists for awhile. We then ventured to the other side of the museum to see objects from Napoleon’s apartments, and were blown away by the decadence of his living room and dining room. I definitely would not have minded being invited to one of his dinner parties.

After another café lunch, we went to the more manageably sized Musee d’Orsay, which I’m officially claiming as my favorite place in Paris. The museum is full of famous paintings by Degas, Monet, Van Gogh and tons of other artists I can’t name. I was so impressed by the Degas ballerinas, which I’ve admired since seeing them on posters in my dance classroom in elementary school. I really loved the whole experience of being there around such famous and gorgeous paintings.

Next we headed to Notre Dame and walked around inside with hordes of other tourists admiring the architecture and stained glass. It was cloudy at the time, but I could just make out the gargoyles near the roof, very cool.

We then went off in search of a place to relax for awhile and wait for the sun to set so Kelsey (the super-photographer) could get night pictures. We ended up in yet another cute café, and split a waffle with Nutella (are you sensing a trend?) and wine. As we left the café at dark the bells went off at Notre Dame, yet another pinch me moment of the trip.

After another Metro ride we arrived at the Arc de Triomphe, the one that’s in all of the movies about Paris. Again, gorgeous and lit up in all of its glory. While taking pictures of the arch we saw the Eiffel Tower lit up in the distance, and it started sparkling for its hourly light show. Sparkling is the only way to describe it, since the tower is already lit for the evening and all of the sudden flashes all over like people taking pictures at a concert. It’s quite a spectacle, so when Kelsey got her shots we walked up the Camps Elysse and hopped on the Metro back to the tower for the real view of the show.

The next morning we got up late, giving ourselves just enough time to get out the hostel for check out and grabbed breakfast at this small French bakery across the street. The place was incredible. Everything looked delicious and beautiful, I simultaneously wanted to order one of everything and eat it all, and order one of everything to display in a museum (or at least in a picture in a foodie magazine). In the end, I ordered a small baguette with chocolate chips and an apple pastry. Both were phenomenal.

Our trip to Paris ended with hopping a train out of the city to Louis XIV’s palace and gardens at Versailles. It’s just as amazing as you’d imagine: huge, ornate, and superfluously gold. An enormous gold fence goes around the front of the palace, it was absolutely insane. We spent some time wandering around all of the various drawing rooms, admiring the gold, paintings and furniture then headed to the gardens, which I’m sure are even more spectacular when its warm enough for plants to grow.

I really liked Paris, especially once Kelsey and I figured out we could weasel our way into the Louvre, Orsay and Versailles for free because EU residents under 26 get into museums for free, and we had visas. But the French weren’t an especially kind or welcoming bunch, PDA was rampant (at one point I was waiting patiently at a map for the man looking at it to figure out where he was going and step away, but instead he decided to make out with his girlfriend/wife ad nossium (sp?) directly in front of the map I was waiting for), and speaking French is most definitely not a skill I mastered, despite a semester of “learning” the language. Pair that with a debacle with incredibly smelly guys sharing our hostel room, scarily eager mini Eiffel Tower peddlers, and Paris was really beautiful and fun, but pretty overwhelming.

Old News

Written 1/21, I forgot to post it. Oops!

This trip is already flying by. It’s time to take a second and reflect.

Last Sunday was the first sunny day of the trip, and it was wonderful. I met up with my cousin Dianna, who is living in London, and I hadn’t seen in 10-12 years. I wasn’t sure how it would go, but I shouldn’t have been worried because we had a great time. We caught up on everything we’ve done since high school (she had several more years to cover than me) and she showed me around London, a LOT of London. We spent about four hours together and only sat down for a half hour in the National Portrait Gallery Café. We walked from Leichester Square through Chinatown and SoHo, around Oxford Circus, down Carnaby Street, through Trafalgar Square, over the Thames River, along the riverbank and back over the river to St. Paul’s Cathedral. We were both exhausted by the end, but it was really great to see so many parts of London and gain perspective about where everything is in relation to each other. I haven’t gotten much of that because I usually take the Tube everywhere. I’m really grateful that Dianna was so cool about spending her Sunday showing me the city. I had a really enjoyable afternoon.

On Tuesday I started my internship at a political consulting firm. I was really excited to work at the company, but it’s been a really slow start. British offices have a very different vibe than their American counterparts, or at least my experiences have lead me to that assertion. Right now I’m just reading a lot of government reports and copying and pasting data into spreadsheets, so there’s not a whole lot to report.

In other news, I had my first awful experience on the Tube yesterday. Apparently the system doesn’t actually live up to the godly standard I imposed on it, but today was fine, so all is well.