In A Hotel Room

Elizabeth! Did you get home safely? Well...

That's right, I'm not home. But why? My flight got canceled.

You heard it here first! *badum tiss*

It's okay, my new flight is soonish. And there was chocolate cake. Wish me luck. Please.

Photos In Bristol

I LOVE BRISTOL.

Bristol is a town about a half an hour away from the house where I'm staying.

Louisa and I took a bus in. She showed me the sights, being the local she is.

I understand that everyone in the world might not be as into graffiti as I am but, as someone who loves graffiti, I thought Bristol was amazing.

Maybe, if you're into art or just knowledgable in a lot of areas, you've heard of Banksy? He's a mysterious, quite famous graffiti artist who comes from Bristol! If you're interested, you should google him because some of his work is really fantastic; he has a pleasant combination of political commentary mixed with quality graffiti that has made him famous. 

We went Banksy hunting and we found two. 

The first Banksy:

The second:

I can't wait to tell my art teacher.

Look closer, that's floating bunnies and pineapples.

A view from a hill

The historical "Christmas staircase"

Bristol was one of those places I've visited where I couldn't stop saying "Yeah, I'd live here."

Plus, we went charity shopping.

Plus, we had really good lunch.

In The Backyard

Today, I said goodbye to Claire. She's lovely and I'm fortunate to know her. She's one of the people I'll see again and again here and there. We'll probably get old and still send each other Christmas cards, which makes me happy.

(Andrew, Louisa, myself, Claire)

"Behave, this picture's going to America."

-Andrew

I leave Bristol on Thursday, but I've just found out that my people will be driving me to London to board my plane. That's so much nicer than taking a train to London alone!

Today is Tuesday, and we've just gone thrift shopping or, as the British say, charity shopping. I bought some clothes, which really says something because I'm the pickiest clothes shopper I know. Also, British clothes seem to account for curves as opposed to French clothes that were just not having any of that.

Here, it just sort of rains on and off quite a bit. When they talked about British weather fluctuating a lot, they weren't joking. 

If I remember correctly, America places great value in keeping "room temperature" homes. I'm not sure that's a thing anywhere here. This is very different, but not impossible to get used to. However, wearing layers of long sleeves to sleep here in the summer months is a big change for me, especially considering that in Toulouse I would both wake up and go to sleep sweaty.

It's okay, I'll be in Murica in 55 hours.