Tales of the Duchess of York-shira

Now that the hardest part of my semester abroad is completed (crafting a witty and culturally relevant blog title), follow me as I pretend to be Virginia Woolf and/or Ginger Spice, stalk Prince Harry, crash on couches across Europe, and attack my bucket list with a vengeance. Oh, and learn stuff.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Not the bear, the station.

Currently on the express train from London Heathrow to Paddington Station, which still makes me think of a fuzzy stuffed animal in a yellow coat and hat. Silly Brits. And fyi, when you can't eat any of the food, business class is a tad overrated. But, they were playing the Social Network, so I got my Jesse Eisenmann fix, so I really cant complain.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Cheerio, America.

Thanks to all those who helped craft my epic blog title, and of course, a shoutout to the mother of all travel blogs, Marydee. Pour one out.

Alternate blog titles:

Borzak Attack the Union Jack
War of the Shira Roses
Queen Shira (a bit too obvious)
The Prince (Harry) and I
A broad abroad aboard a bard (props to JC)
Crumpets and Beer
Shir-io, guvnah!

Flight is tomorrow at 6pm. And since I'm accidentally in business class (IM TELLING YOU IM ROYALTY), I'm actually looking forward!