Not a super exciting day today.

Stacy and I did extensive research about our trip in December. After hours looking up places B&Bs, transportation costs, things to do, luggage storage etc. we settled on Brighton. This is a small coastal town about 1 hour south of London. We still have to book our lodging, luckily we have a lot to choose from, but at least we have the place decided.

Once we had finally come to that decision it was time to take Stacy to the bus stop to head to the airport to go back to Barcelona. After She got on the bust I returned to the flat and worked on my essay for about 2 hours. Mom had given me a lot of helpful advice which made expanding the work very easy.

Then we just hung out and watched Juno for the rest of the evening.

Stacy texted me from the airport to tell be about her difficulties there. She was unable to get on her flight so she had to wait for an 8:15 flight the next morning. Initially she wasn't going to get a hotel but after sitting in the airport for 3 hours, with 8 more to go, she decided to go for it. Poor girl. She always has trouble with traveling, usually not her fault at all.

Now I must be going to bed. Tomorrow we have a field trip with my architecture class. We are going to be wandering around the East End and then eventually make our way to Greenwich tomorrow to see the Queen's House.

Night night.