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.