One month left
It’s weird. Less than four weeks left. This weekend: Paris. Next weekend: Barcelona. Third weekend: London. Fourth weekend: leave April 26.
Noo….
I don’t want to leave. My last few weeks need to be to the max! I have yet to go to Abbey Road. I would like to go to Greenwich. Visit Tate Modern again. Meet Hugh Grant. The list goes on…
The experience at MSN has been priceless and hands down the best experience of my undergraduate career. I feel like I am a member of staff rather than an intern. I will miss my coworkers and the ability I have to contribute to brainstorming and development of our video offerings. I’ll keep in touch when I leave. Who knows, when I graduate, I could be working in London. I wouldn’t mind that at all. PS: check out my Henry the Hoover Review as well as this Bat For Lashes interview I filmed and edited.
The fact that I’m living in the center of the world is amazing. The G20 Summit is going on right now with world leaders discussing the status of the economy as well as the environment. This brought in a whole host of protestors. They stormed RBS, broke the window and everything. The photos and videos of the protests were not pleasant. I’m glad I didn’t end up going, but it was seriously cool being so close to all of it. I was out of harms way, but felt close to the issue since I was in the same city.
The tea culture is almost better than the pub culture. I have at least three teas a day. Each day we have several tea rounds at MSN complete with biscuits. Today, I had high tea for the first time. We went to the Orangery, which was located in Kensington Gardens. I had English Breakfast Tea with a scone and clotted cream and then tried both the chocolate fudge cake as well as the orangery cake. Both were divine. I felt like a British person, except for the fact that those indulging around me were predominately tourists.
There is always something going on—including swaparama parties (see above). The past weekend, we went to a really fun party. We went to wearing one thing and then every time the bell rang, we had to trade an article of clothing with someone else. I ended up with twice as much clothing as I did when I got there. Really cute things too, so it worked to my advantage. Where else can you find an event like that going on?
This is by far my favourite city (notice my British spelling).