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August 10

I went to the Greenwich Market today.  I had a Goddard's meat Pie for lunch.  It was unbelievibly tasty.  Quite possibly the best pies in London.  I also got 2 pairs of wrap-around trousers.  One is blue with a purple band around the cuffs and waist, the other is orange with red.

After the market Jenn, Ryan and I went to the Evensong service at Westminster Abbey.  We ended up sitting in Poet's Corner.  That was cool.  The service itself was mostly choir music and organ music.  Very pretty, but not really understandable.  There was a lot of standing up and sitting down.  Jenn said it seemed kind of random to her.

Then we queued up for the Harry Potter walk.  There must have been something like 80 people there, and only one tour guide.  That, combined with the rain, decided us that we'd head off and get tea instead.
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August 9

I didn't wake up until 1pm today.  It was gross and rainy, so I hung about inside during the day.  I started packing my souvineers and that kind of thing.  I'm glad I packed an extra duffel bag, because I think I'll need it for some of my clothes.  The rest of the day I talked to Thom and watched movies.

Once people got back from London Lindsey, Jenn, Andrea and I went into Greenwich to find food before the What?Fest!  We went to an Italian place on the corner.  The food was amazing and the dessert was better.  It was pretty expensive, but totally worth it.

Then we headed to the Auctioneer for What?Fest!  The first band and a half was saw weren't great, but the last badn, Minus IQ, was really good.  When they were done we got up and danced (to the Killers).  I also had a tasty drink, Strongbow and blackcurrent.
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We were told to pick any literary or historical figure we wanted, fiction or not, and write a monologue from that character's point of view.

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August 8

I had every intention of going to the National Gallery today, but I got to Trafalgar Square to find a festival going on in honor of the 2008 Olympics.  The opening ceremony is today.  This festival seems more interesting.

There was a traditional and modern Chinese dance show telling the story of the creation of the universe.  It was really cool.  They had the elderly members of a Tai Chi school do the traditional Tai Chi at the end of the performance with scrolls, while the younger members took liberties with the art and wore white and colorful costumes instead of the black tai chi uniform.

The show was followed by the Opening Ceremony for the Olympics in Trafalgar Square on a huge big-screen TV.  The show was really cool and amazing to watch that many people all working together.  Harmony.  Watching the teams march in is rather interesting.  It makes me realize again how multi-cultural London is.  Little pockets of people cheer for whatever individual country is walking in.  And everyone boos everytime George W. Bush is shown on screen.  I'm not surprised at all, as I join in heartily.

After growing tired of the Parade of nations I went over to the National Gallery.  I followed the short tour that Peter had planned for us.  It was remarkable.  My favorite spice was probably "The Ambassadors" by Hans Holbein the Younger.  It had a distorted skull in it that you could only see at the right proportions from the far right side of the painting.  Kinda trippy.

I stopped in Halyceon Books on the way back to Greenwich.  They had what looked like original copies of _Pilgrim's Progress_ and very old copies of _When You Were Very Young_ (some of the Winnie the Pooh stories), dedicated to Christopher Robin.

We went out to Weatherspoon's for pitchers of Pimm's.  So tasty.  I'm going to have to see about getting Pimm's at home.  Gin and Lemonade, but their lemonade is carbonated, so maybe more like Gin and Sprite?  Anyways, then we went to Club W and danced 'til 2 in the morning.
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August 7

Today was out last day with Heather.  We watched a performance art piece by DV8 called "Strange FIsh."  It reminded me of Meg in the sense that it was modern dance.  It was really weird.  Opened with a naked woman Jesus on the cross.  She was singing a writhing, then crawled up to the top and started gyrating around it.

There was another scene where 2 men and 2 women were dancing in a big open space.  I guess I'd describe it as contact dance, focusing on proximities.  They were pushing through eachother and imitating eachother.  It honestly looked like they were autistic at times, like they didn't understand how their body was supposed to move.

Then a character named Nigel came in.  He incessantly talked.  Reminded me of ADD from _Accepted_.  He wanted to be intimate with someone, but the others weren't having it.  They darted around the room, leaping into eachother's arms and giving flying hugs.  As soon as they touched it was like Nigel couldn't touch them anymore.  He also showed the charactistic of not understanding how his body worked or how to be intimate.  He was trying to mimic the others, but didn't quite get it.  

By far the weirdest scene was the sex scene.  A man and woman met in the hallway and started contact dancing, interpreted as sex, or maybe foreplay.  Then the met at the door to her room.  She took her shirt off, the woman Jesus threw two stones on the floor between them, then it started raining stones in a wall seperating them.  Cut to the man and woman having sex in the bed.  She crawls out from beneath him, and he keeps going it like she is still there.  She falls to the ground on the stones that fell earlier and began to writh about on the floor.  The woman Jesus begins throwing rocks at her.  Then people walk into the room and stare at her.  She is ashamed and runs to a corner and puts her clothes back on.  The people leave and the floor is destroyed, showing water underneath.

The end scene was back in the church with the woman Jesus on the cross.  But this time the church looked like it had been bombed.  The woman from the sex scene climbed up the cross and poured wine in Jesus's mouth then kissed her.  Jesus fell off the cross and faded away.

It was really weird, and difficult to watch because it was so hard to understand.  We had to give a performance analysis after watching this.  It was tough.  My group decided the woman was questioning her faith for reasons of sexuality and both her and Nigel weret rying to learn to operate with the dictated social norms.  Then she had sex, and thought it was a sin, hence Jesus throwing rocks at her.  Then she lost her faith at the end and Jesus disappeared.  Weird.  They have an excerpt of it on YouTube.

After classs I talked to Thom, napped and then went for Indian food (again).  I went with the group who didn't go last night.  Jusst as tasty!  After food we stayed in and played Asshole.  I drank hot chocolate tonight :).  Then I watched _Finding Neverland_ with Ryan before bed.
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August 6

Today we had a tour of the National Theater.  It's really cool how they're sponsered by the government so they have money for all the sweet sets and can hire their own people to work on site.  It's cool how it allows those artists to actually

They do this thing with the stages that allows them to have 3 shows running because the can just push the sets around.  It's called a repetoir system.  We got to see some of the props the've used in past plays.  We saw one of the horse puppets that was goign ot be used in _Warhorse_.  I'm really sad the show starts after we leave, but I do want to read the book.  I liked the smallest theater we saw because everything in it moves, even the seats.  That means you can configure the stage however you want.

Heather then gave us an hour to get back to Woolwich and eat eat lunch.  She told us to just take the train.  But that would take us out of our zone and we would have pay to get to class.  So we took the bus and it took us at least an hour and half.  I think she was mad, but it was kind of ridiculous to expect us to make it back that fast or pay to get there.

Workshop we studied Brecht and really controversial plays.  Then we had to script our own short play based on a newspaper article.  We did ours on maternity and paternity leaves and equal rights.  I was...interesting.

We went for Indian food last night and it was amazing.  We walked to Blackheath.  Totally warth it.  After food we cut back through the park as it was closing.  It was drizzling a bit but that made it really cool when we spotted the green Prime Meridian laser.  It looks like it was sparkling everytime a rain drop crossed.  We could see it going all the way into the city.
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August 5

This morning Heather took us to Woolwich, where we'll be having class for the rest of the week.  It has a great acting space for workshops.  We discussed sematics in class and the position of a chorus: whether they are critical or supportive, and how to portray that when you're acting.

Then we started doing excerpts from the plays and deciding how to stage something and act it out.  _Henry V_ we did the opening chorus.  My group chose to make ourselves anonymous and draw attention to the open stage.  Then we did an excerpt from _Miss Julie_ in the round.  We wanted to the fish bowl effect of watching someone's life.

After lunch we broke off into new groups to work on an excerpt from _Medea_.  I ended up with Andrew, Ryan, Justin, and Jake, so I was playing Medea while they were the Nurse and Chorus.  The first run through we were portraying the Chorus as critical.  I was offstage most of the time (all my lines were anyway).

The second run-through we decided to bring out a misogynistic view point, showing a tortured Medea who was being accused of all sorts of things.  We did this one in the round in order to force the audience to align themlseves with the accusing chorus.  It was like a series of circles.  Medea was in her own world, the the Nurse and Medea were next, then the chorus circling and prowling around them, then the audience intermingled in the chorus.  Heather said we brought that across really well, and made them feel horrible for being a part of the chorus.  I spent omost of that run through rocking back and forth on the floor, and pulling at my hair, crazed.

I really enjoyed all the acting bits today.  A lot of people began to like Heather a bit more today.  I hope we keep doing workshops like this all week.

After making it back to Greenwich it was really frustrating because I was the only one done with my paper, and it was too late to go out into London.  So I chilled for awhile until around 1030 or 11 when people were ready to take a break.  We drank and socialized and played a game called Asshole.  Rather fun and entertaining actually.
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August 4

Today was our first day of class with Heather.  This week is theater, and I'm pretty excited about it.  I liked Heather, though I think most of the class hated her.  She's just got the slightly abrasive theater personality that I'm used to.  We did some performance analysis stuff today, which was kind of confusing because at first she made it sound like it was supposed to be more like a review, but then she freaked out when anyone said anything with an opinion.  I was a little confused at what she wanted.

After class was the Banksy tour with Gurte, that most people opted out of.  It had the potential to be interesting, except that after nearly 2 hours of walking Gurte announced "Rrrrright, so here is where our tour proper starts."  What!?  I left because I had to get back to get ready for _Timon of Athens_.  The couple of people who stayed for the rest of it said it got a lot better, and that all the graffiti was really close together after I left.  I've got the handout, should I feel the urge to go back.

We went to Pizza Express for dinner, and it was quite tasty, though I don't think I'll get anchovies on my pizza again.  I like the salty flavor they added, but they were kind of...furry.

_Timon of Athens_ was amazing.  We saw it at the Globe.  I think I liked it better than _Merry Wives_.  It was full of acrobats, and a weird combination of artsy and modern.  They had a net rigged up above the groundlings that the crows climbed around on, making clicking and clacking noises whenever they witnesses human nature at it's worst (greed, cruelty, etc.).  They even bungeed down into the groundlings, and used the bungee cords to fly across the stage.  One of the prositutes made her entrance via aerial silks.  So cool.  I want to learn aerial silks and spanish web and stuff.

The costuming was sweet.  It was an odd mixture of modern and renaissance styles.  They wore (the men) for the most part, black jeans and black pumas, and then some sort of overcoat cape thing. Everyone had tails incorporated into the costume, making them look more supernatural, kind of like dragons.  The women wore unitards with long overcoats.  They were made of those shiny spandex materials that leos are generally made from. 

There was a party scene where everyone is getting completely wasted.  one of the Senators was getting progressively ore drunk and more naked when he then, just in a loincloth, ran aroudn the stage flashing the crowd.  Full-frontal old-man nudity.  Blech.

Timon also ended up nearly naked for half the play.  He goes slightly mad.  At one point he shits in a hole he's dug and then tricks the Painter and the Poet into thinking it's gold.  He rubs it all over their faces.  There were a lot of poop jokes.  And it remains hilarious through the ages.

The end of the play was disturbing.  Timon buries himself alive and then the other people show up, all animalistic.  They discover the gold that Timon has found and end up in a huge pile fighting over it, like a pack of wild dogs.  They tear Timon to pieces and wat him, ending up with blood everywhere; their hands and faces.  Gruesome ending to a disturbing play.
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August 3

Today I went up to Brick Lane and Spittlefield's market.  I got a pretty skirt that is the same blue as my flemish gown was this year (the zipper is messed up, but that shouldn't be difficult to fix.)  it has flowers on it and a band of green aroudn the bottom.  I also bought a few things to give as gifts.

I was goign to go to the Changing of the Guard this morning, but the weather was icky.  Also, registration at the British Library isn't open on Sundays.  The Circle and District lines were down, so would have been a huge hassle to get to the National Gallery today, so I ended up heading back early to wander around the Greenwich market and then do some laundry.

I'm kind of sad _Taming of the Shrew_ got cancelled tonight, but 15 quid is really expensive to sit on the damp ground and get rained on in the park.  I do want to see about getting weekday tickets to _Avenue Q_.  I'm also goign to see _Timon of Athens_ tomorrow at teh Globe with a group of people.  Speaking of which, I should read that before I go.
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August 2

I wished Mom and Dad a happy anniversary this morning.  They seemed pretty happy to talk with me for a bit.  After talking with them and eating some breakfast I set to work on my paper.  It turned out about 75 words short, but I think it's pretty decent.  I didn't include and of the secondary research I'd found, mostly because I'm not sure any of it really fit with what I finally ended up writing about (hybridity and assimilation).

While I was writing my paper I watched _The Spiderwick Chronicles_.  It was a surprisingly good movie.  I would like to see it again in decent quality, rather than online.  A few of us also went to Tescos today.  I got some amazing Cadbury hot chocolate. So addicting.  I also got goat's milk, so I can make it with milk and not get sick.

We went to the Gipsy Moth tonight.  Craqzy busy.  A group of us left after only one or two drinks.  Wasn't worth it to stay, plus I've still been really tired.
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August 1

Today I took Ryan's advice and went into London around Tottenham Court Rd. and Oxford St. to look for some nice shoes.  I browsed about various sidewalk shops and finally managed to find smoe nice brown heels that I liked, and were decently confortable.  (for future reference, in UK sizing I'm a size 40 or 41).

After finding shoes I wandered around until I got myself all lost and turned around.  I ended up in Golden St. Gardens to nibble on my lunch and read some of my recently purchased book, _Northanger Abbey_. (I also got _Bleak House_ and _Labyrinth_).

When I made it back I was fairly tired, so I decided to call it an early night.
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July 31

Got an e-mail from Beth this morning about how President Gee's son-in-law died and he can't attend a function here in London.  Beth's been asked to stand in and she asked if any of us want to go and have suberb manners and talk ├╝ber positively about OSU.  replied that I'd be interested in going.  I could wear my nice orange and red skirt outfit.  I should probably find some nice shoes, but as I wanted to do that anyways it's not a big deal.  It's on Tuesday the 12th.

We went to the park again today for a little bit, and just relazed.  Then I wandered around some of the Greenwich shops, and just browsed about.

Beth and Jared's shindig was tonight.  We had delisious Lady Grey tea and scones wih clotted cream and jam.  And those adorable little tea sandwiches.  I was a good time as usual.  And Jared totally played Slap the Bag with some of the boxed wine that was brought.

Pound for Pint at the Auctioneer was super crowded.  Id idnt' stay very long.  Probably a good thing, as Lindsey, Jenn, and Sara didn't get back until 9:30am because they went home with some guys.  At least they made it home safe and sound.
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July 30

We discussed _Brick Lane_ today and watched a bit of the movie.  The movie was interesting to was as an adaptation, but not a very good film in and of itself I don't think.

After class a few of us went to the park.  We played a game of BS then just laid out in the sun for awhile.

I've been getting homesick the past few days.  I think I'm ready to come home.  I've seen everything I really wanted to see and done all I really wanted to do, in that way where if I was told we have to leave tomorrow, I wouldn't be that upset.  I'm getting feelings of not being liked or included.  I feel like it's okay to tag along, but people won't seek me out ot invite me along.  It's not like I'm actively disliked, I just feel forgotten.  That could also just be the depression and homesickness speaking though.

I think maybe they just don't know how to act towards or around me.  I'm rather different that most of the people on this trip.  I don't really care about the things the do: clohes and looking nice/dressing up every day, drinking, shopping, and gossiping.  I feel like there's a pretty big gap.  I can't relate to them, and they not to me.  We get along, just don't really fit together. 

We went to go see a new play, _Gone Too Far!_ I wasn't really expecting it to be very good, but it turned out to be very intense, thought-provoking, and entertaining.  It was about the violence between Africans and Afro-Caribbeans in London.  I felt like I understood it a little better because of my Caribbean Lit class last winter.  It was interesting to see the interpretation about knife crime and how immigration and pride in one's culture and nationality plays out.  I thoguht the modern dance for the fights and scene changes was good choice.

We stayed for a talk with the playwrite and actors after the play.  It was the most intense Q&A I've ever beent o.  I thought a fight was going to break out in the theater as audience members starting argueing with not only eachother but with the playwrite herself about what she meant by writing or not writing certain things.  It was like they wouldn't believe her when she said that there being no fathers witten into the play didn't have anymeaning at all.  It was all about the kids and the choices they have and make.  Some of the audience wouldn't believe her.  I just thought that was not only rude, but quite insane.  She wrote it; I'm pretty sure she knows what she meant.  It kind of reminds me of some of the thoughts that go through my head in class when we're analysizing a piece of writing.  Chances are the writer didn't mean a damn thing by it, and here we are trying to pick out nuances and make something out of nothing in their writing.  Maybe they were just telling a story.  Or just getting paid by the word. 
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July 29

Today's excursion was almost as bad as yesterdays.  Justine took us to the British Museum.  She ditched us so she could go buy a sandwich and gave us 30 minutes to look around.  Only 30 minutes, and then we left again.  I'll have to look around on my own again.  I can't beleive she ditched us to go buy a sandwich...

Then we got lost, aimlessly walking around Soho.  It's chinatown, but much smaller than what I expected.  We went and got some overpriced Chinese food and headed back.  I went to bed around 830.  Woke up around 10 to post my journals and the internet was out.  I wandered down to Tracie's room, and she said that everyone's internet was out.  So I wandered back to my room and went back to bed.
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July 28

Class today was awful.  I just could not focus.  We discussed literary theory in depth, which was rough because none of us had ever really discussed it before.  I absolutely hate the English style of public speaking.  When they're teaching, Justine especially, they'll just trail off in what they're saying...  So you never really get to the point they were trying to make.

Our excursion today was rather miserable.  For one thing, it was horrendously hot out, and humid too.  Our guide was some guy from Iceland, and not only did he trail off at the end of his phrases, but also had a very stilted way of talking.  And we walked for 2 hours.  2 hours!  We didn't need to have a 2 hour walking tour through the docks talking about container shipping when we could have just taken the train in and pointed out a few things.

We got to the Docklands Musuem and Justine and the Icelandic guy ditched us to go to a pub and drink while we looked at the exhibits on slavery and shipping.  Beth and Jared took us around the exhibit.  We saw a model of London Bridge, the one that fell down (burned down more like).

After the broiling museum a few of us went to ASDA.  It's pretty much the equivalent of Wal-mart.  Food there was definitely cheaper, but it's kind of crazy to navigate and really busy all the time. 

We went out for Margarita Mondays at Desperatos.  I tried a Flying Grasshopper.  So good.  It's all chocolatey and minty.  I was tipsy, but doing okay when we went down to dance, but then the bartender gave each of the girls a free doubleshot of tequila.  End game.  I had an awesome time though.  We layed out in the rain when we got back, all giggly.

Something else interesting was finding out about the football hooligans in Columbus.  The Wrecking Crew got in a fight with the West Ham fans.  Riot style.  I thought it was funny because it was in the London Times.
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July 27

Got up to catch the train this morning, and I'm really glad we made it.  I honesty thought we might end up missing it.  The view from the train would have been nice, except the fog was so dense you couldn't really see more than 100 feet.

There's Manchester football fans on the train with us and they are loud as hell.  And obsessed with making animal noises: cows, dogs, cats, zebras, sheep, birds, and so on.

We arrived at King's Cross Station and visited Platform 9 3/4.  The train ride between Edinburgh and King's Cross is what inspired the ride to Hogwarts.  We got some fun pictures and stuff.
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July 26

We got in late last night after going to the Last Drop and Maggie Dickson, two pubs in the Grassmarket.  We got up bright and early to get to breakfast and go meet JBEG at the Castle.  I was expensive to actually go in and tour around, so most of us opted out.  We headed back down the Royal Mile to do some shopping.  I ended up not really getting anything, but it sure was fun looking at all the touristy, souvineer stuff.

We got lunch at the Elephant Cafe, which is where JK Rowling started her writing on bits of napkins.  Got some pictures of me writing on napkins.  I thought it was funny they had signs up that read "Please do not waste the napkins.  Take only what you need."

On our way back to the hostel for a nap we saw the beginning of the Military Tattoo heading up the Royal Mile.  Row upon row of bagpipes and drummers, military men in uniform.  We watched them parade up the street.  I took some video (which has since made it onto facebook).  It was really cool Oh, and in one of the shops they were selling CDs of bagpipes covering rock songs.  The band was called "The Red Hot Chilli Peppers" (2 'l's).  I want to look for it on Amazon or something when I get home.  It was really cool, and generally the style of music I like too.

After our nap we hiked up to some Roman columns on a nearby hill.  Edinburgh is considered the Athens of the north.  The hike was cake compared to yesterdays.  A camera crew was there video recording for the Travel Channel.  The guy filmed us climbing up onto the columns.

We got dinner at a different pub where I ordered a pork pie.  Then we headed out to pub crawl.  The guys ditched us at the first pub, which was fine, as there were still 8 of us together.  We went to a pub/club called the Three Sisters, which was full of Elvis look-alikes and women dressed as the Pink Ladies.  We hopped around to several more pubs, finally meeting up with the guys again at Bar Salsa, which is where we'd been the night before.

the bouncer let us in beacuse we'd come back.  The place was packed.  It was a lot of fun partying and dancing, and I wasn't even drinking.  A Scotsman told Sara and I our accents were hot and wanted phone numbers until he found out we were leaving in the morning.  He kissed Sara and walked away.  The last song of the night was "Hey, Jude."  A fitting end, which was proven by the raucous singing of it the whole way back to the hostel.
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July 25

I'm not sure how I feel about our choice to take a sleeper train.  I only got about 2 or 3 hours of rather uncomfortable and troubled sleep. The sunrise was beautiful though, for all that it was at about 4am.  Seeing the sky turn pink, red, and orange o'er the Scottish hills was gorgeous.

We got all checked into our Hostel.  The lady at reception felt really bad that Sara wasn't in the same building or room with us because she thought she'd split up sisters.  We assured her it was fine.  Then we headed off for what was an amazing breakfast.  I got a bacon, sausage, and fried egg baguette.

We wandered around some of the shops on the Royal Mile.  I think I may get a set of minature (but still playable) bagpipes and/or kilt.  We wandered into the Scottish Whiskey Experience and determined that we'll get whiskey when we go out tonight.

Then we joined a 3 hour, free, walking tour of Edinburgh.  Our tour guide, Andy, was a history major, so he knew a bunch a random trivia, and he had a wonderfully dry sense of humour.  I feel like we've definitely lucked out with our tour guides on this trip.

On the tour we saw (in brief): Edinburgh Castle, St. Gile's Cathedral, The Royal Mile, Old Town, Mercat Cross, sites of witch burnings, the original inspiration for Hogwarts, where JK ROwling penned the first book, the Writer's Musuem, the real Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Greyfriar's Kirkyard and Bobby, Burke and Hare Bodysnatcher sites, the Martyr's Memorial, the Grassmarket, and the Covenanters' Prison.  There were probably a free more things that that.  It was more a tour to give us basic hisory and give places we can explore in more detail later.

Right now we're in the Princes St. Gardens napping and waiting for Beth and Jared.  After meeting up with them at the Castle (and climbing a steep hill to get there) we headed down the Royal Mile to Arthur's Seat.  It's an inactive volcano.

A few of us (Ryan, Andrew, Steph, Ely, Gideon, and I) decided we were going to climb straight up the side instead of taking the winding path around the mountain.  I followed Gideon up the steep climb in case he slipped, and Ryan pulled him up the really tall rock faces.

We made it the top of the Salisbury Cliffs where we tooka whole bunch of pictures (yes, some O-H-I-O, as well).  I took off my sandals at this point so I'd have a better grip on the cliffs with my bare feet.  It was a gorgeous view from up there.  The grass in most places was knee to thigh high and waving in the wind.  The other places, like the trails, had really short grass (like a golf course putting green) that was super springy.

At this point Ryan, Andrew, Steph and I decided to continue on to climb up to Arthur's Seat.  This was an even more intense climb than the first one, and I was really glad to be barefoot and have a firm grip.  Nto the kind of place where you'd want to slip and fall.  Ben would have it with all the climbing.  I figure it's good prep for Dad and I hiking the Grand Canyon.

In the little crevices on the way up there were tiny pink flowers growing between the rocks, shielded from the harsh wind.  The grass up here was solely the short, springy kind, with tons of the lava rock fragments that float in water.  The last bit of the climb was the hardest beacuse it truely was climbing up a 20 or 30 foot rock face.

We crested the peak and saw the landscape spread out before us.  Breathtaking.  We could see the coastline curving around, hugging the Firth of Four.  We climbed up to the very peak and had a nice man take our picture.  We decided to lay down and rest a bit before climbing back down.  I was cursing myself for not bringing water or my camera.  I'll have to steal pictures from Steph.  

On our way back down Ryan decides to randomly shout "O-H!"  We didn't expect a response, thinking everyone else was long gone, but a few seconds later we hear clearly from the other cliffs "I-O!"  It was really cool and slightly surreal.  All four of us yelled "O-H" this time and got the expected Pavalovian response.  It was rather amusing.

We continued down the mountainside and I'm giggling and frolicking on the springy turf when Ryan asks "What, are you 5?"  I quip back, without conscious thoguht, "No, I'm pagan."  Not normally a response I would make, but true nevertheless.  And I /was/ giddy from the climb and nature in general.

We also heard bagpipes on the way down, and as we approached the ruins of a chapel on the hillside we see a man pacing back and forth in the ruins, piping away.

We made it the rest of the way down and I looked like I had hobbit feet, they were so dirty from the barefoot hiking.  We went to a pub for dinner and I tried to order haggis, but they were all out (Scotland, out of haggis!?) so I got fish and chips instead.  Still extremely tasty.
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July 24

Our excursion today was to the Sigmund Freud Museum.  It was interesting in a way.  It was in the house he lived in after he fled to England and even had the patient/therapy room with the infamous couch still set up.  There were a few exhibits on dreams and dream interpretation, which has always been rather intriguing to me.

His house in general was quite pretty.  The landing on the staircase had been turned into a small room in and of itself.  There were books strewn all about the house.  Freud thought Literary Analysis and Psychoanalysis were pretty much the same thing because the brain thinks in narritives with plotlines and characters (dreams).  He refers to the various ideas in one of two categories: condensation or displacement.

We're going to seee _The Dark Knight_ tonight before we catch our train to Edinburgh.  Laura and I are excited because on the way back we arrive at King's Cross Station.  We're going to take loads of harry Potter Pictures at Platform 9 3/4.


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