A great thing about our hostel is that nobody showed up to claim the other beds in our room. So, Hannah and I had the entire room with an ensuite bathroom all to ourselves, it was like a hotel for a hostel price. Unfortunately this hostel did not offer an all-you-can eat breakfast like the hostel in London, this means I suffer from terrible mid-morning hunger pains that I usually subside by eating a yummy French pastry or crepe, (okay I'm exaggerating the hunge...

What was I thinking making a Eurostar reservation so early in the morning? I had to drag myself out of bed this morning at 5:00 to catch the train to Paris. I was a little concerned about getting to the station on time, but when I sat down on the tube I thought everything was running smoothly, until the train stopped. I was stuck in the Black Hole (otherwise known as Earls Court). An announcement came over the PA system that we all had to evacuate the train. ...

Westminster Abbey was an absolute surreal experience. I left the hostel early enough that I had the church to myself. The importance of churches in Europe is so strange to an American. Churches back home usually are industrial-looking buildings, with some cheesy-looking stained glass windows. Coming to Europe, it seems like religion is on a whole other level... It is amazing what humans have built in the name of God. I guess that's enough of the "deep"...

I began the day slightly lost, I was looking for the Globe Theatre and I had an idea of the general area but no idea how to get there. As I was wandering around lost, with Hannah lagging behind me complaining, I wondered why I brought her along. I would get angry at me and demand to see the map, and after attempting to navigate she would get frustrated and toss the map back at me. There are times that I feel like I am lugging a small child around with me... ...

I began the morning standing in line at the Billy Elliot box office, but I was unable to buy tickets within my price range, so I headed down to Leister Square in search of tickets. I bought tickets and after being approached by a guy with a sketchy American accent, who I swore was going to rob me, I walked to the British Museum. Along the way I stopped at a bookstore and I bought the newest Harry Potter book. After buying the book I stepped out onto the street...