Cigars are spicy.
Ah, London.
This is my last week here, and I notice that you have heard little from me lately, dear journal.
I have been having a very good time. Though I frequently get in this mood where I'm seriously exhausted from all this traipsing around all over the world, or something, and call my mommy and say I wish I was at home. But London is a buzzing city, and I've made some lovely friends, and apparently I can live just fine on my own. Good to know.
We see a lot of plays. What else is new. I think a moment may come very soon in my life (read: the next two weeks) where I will have to step out of the theater and back into reality. Sheesh. I mean seriously, I have spent half of the last ten months in front of a stage. We saw better shows in New York, honestly, which I think must be a tribute to the grandness that is Bruce Payne. The more I think about LANY, the more thrilled I am that I went. Especially because apparently they've cancelled it for next year -- so it's sort of limited edition now.
For the break a couple of weeks ago, I went to Barcelona. I booked (or rather, made the boys book..) the flight two days before the trip. Molly came, thank God, because I don't know what I would've done without her. Molly is a dear, and I met her on this trip in London. One day, that girl will be entirely immersed in the worlds of musical theater and community Shakespeare, and that is exactly as it should be. Barcelona... How I love Spain. It was an interesting trip, in large part because of the company I kept. But I love the warm honeyed saturation of the Spanish country. We wandered the streets, dining luxuriously at the drop of a hat, eating dinner at 11 pm, going dancing or trying to find our way to an obscure little jazz club in the Barrio Gotica, or sitting on the moonlit beach at midnight. And Molly, Sabrina, and I stumbled upon and stood witness to the sexiest street performance ever -- quite the heartstopping tango. The thing about Barcelona is that all you have to do is walk down the street and you will see all kinds of things that tourists consider worth seeing. I, who kind of hate touristy outings, can handle this. Our favorite building in this architectural wonderland, this trip, was the Palau de Musica Catalan, a modernismo marvel of concert hall. The ceilings were coated in ceramic roses. Need I say more?
In Barcelona, I also called the Baha'i center to see if I could get some of that grand spirit I found the last time I was in town. I reached the cell phone of a girl, Sarah, originally from the Netherlands. And so it was that on a Sunday afternoon I found myself having a lunch fling on La Rambla with Baha'is I had never met.
I sprained my ankle the other day. Predictably, or ironically, or ridiculously, this happened while I was shopping. Needless to say, I continued shopping. I'm feeling much better, but I'm still sitting here with a brace on my ankle that TA Matt bought me from the Chemist. Remind me to refer to pharmacists as "Chemists" from now on.
Remind me to kiss on both cheeks.
I take cabs everywhere. Things keep exploding here, and the latest thing to go has been my foot, and so I am now truly jetsetting. London cabs are quite delightful.
I've been sitting in my room reading for the last four days. Of course, for a girl whose been sitting in her room reading for the last four days, I've also done some fabulously adventuresome and entertaining nightlify kinds of things. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm on my third book of the week.
If I had it my way, I'd spend the next two days sitting in my room with a stack of rented movies.
Which reminds me. Of you and I are together someday and we run into the guy whose monopolistic scheme it was to make European and American dvd systems incompatible -- you hold him down, ok?
Over the next while, I'm sure I'll remember many more adventures to share. I don't feel like discussing feelings right now (which is lucky for you. I hate overt feeling blogs, don't you? They usually mean I'm just really confused and uncharacteristically inarticulate).
I've become addicted to kitkats. Also, the British eat ice cream at intermission. Isn't that brilliant?
So, we'll speak again soon. I'll be off in Haifa for three days, starting the 15th, and then back home again finally on the 20th. Just in time for my peep to turn 16 and take me for a spin in his new automobile.
awwhh.
I need more cowbell.
hal.
This is my last week here, and I notice that you have heard little from me lately, dear journal.
I have been having a very good time. Though I frequently get in this mood where I'm seriously exhausted from all this traipsing around all over the world, or something, and call my mommy and say I wish I was at home. But London is a buzzing city, and I've made some lovely friends, and apparently I can live just fine on my own. Good to know.
We see a lot of plays. What else is new. I think a moment may come very soon in my life (read: the next two weeks) where I will have to step out of the theater and back into reality. Sheesh. I mean seriously, I have spent half of the last ten months in front of a stage. We saw better shows in New York, honestly, which I think must be a tribute to the grandness that is Bruce Payne. The more I think about LANY, the more thrilled I am that I went. Especially because apparently they've cancelled it for next year -- so it's sort of limited edition now.
For the break a couple of weeks ago, I went to Barcelona. I booked (or rather, made the boys book..) the flight two days before the trip. Molly came, thank God, because I don't know what I would've done without her. Molly is a dear, and I met her on this trip in London. One day, that girl will be entirely immersed in the worlds of musical theater and community Shakespeare, and that is exactly as it should be. Barcelona... How I love Spain. It was an interesting trip, in large part because of the company I kept. But I love the warm honeyed saturation of the Spanish country. We wandered the streets, dining luxuriously at the drop of a hat, eating dinner at 11 pm, going dancing or trying to find our way to an obscure little jazz club in the Barrio Gotica, or sitting on the moonlit beach at midnight. And Molly, Sabrina, and I stumbled upon and stood witness to the sexiest street performance ever -- quite the heartstopping tango. The thing about Barcelona is that all you have to do is walk down the street and you will see all kinds of things that tourists consider worth seeing. I, who kind of hate touristy outings, can handle this. Our favorite building in this architectural wonderland, this trip, was the Palau de Musica Catalan, a modernismo marvel of concert hall. The ceilings were coated in ceramic roses. Need I say more?
In Barcelona, I also called the Baha'i center to see if I could get some of that grand spirit I found the last time I was in town. I reached the cell phone of a girl, Sarah, originally from the Netherlands. And so it was that on a Sunday afternoon I found myself having a lunch fling on La Rambla with Baha'is I had never met.
I sprained my ankle the other day. Predictably, or ironically, or ridiculously, this happened while I was shopping. Needless to say, I continued shopping. I'm feeling much better, but I'm still sitting here with a brace on my ankle that TA Matt bought me from the Chemist. Remind me to refer to pharmacists as "Chemists" from now on.
Remind me to kiss on both cheeks.
I take cabs everywhere. Things keep exploding here, and the latest thing to go has been my foot, and so I am now truly jetsetting. London cabs are quite delightful.
I've been sitting in my room reading for the last four days. Of course, for a girl whose been sitting in her room reading for the last four days, I've also done some fabulously adventuresome and entertaining nightlify kinds of things. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm on my third book of the week.
If I had it my way, I'd spend the next two days sitting in my room with a stack of rented movies.
Which reminds me. Of you and I are together someday and we run into the guy whose monopolistic scheme it was to make European and American dvd systems incompatible -- you hold him down, ok?
Over the next while, I'm sure I'll remember many more adventures to share. I don't feel like discussing feelings right now (which is lucky for you. I hate overt feeling blogs, don't you? They usually mean I'm just really confused and uncharacteristically inarticulate).
I've become addicted to kitkats. Also, the British eat ice cream at intermission. Isn't that brilliant?
So, we'll speak again soon. I'll be off in Haifa for three days, starting the 15th, and then back home again finally on the 20th. Just in time for my peep to turn 16 and take me for a spin in his new automobile.
awwhh.
I need more cowbell.
hal.