So I am here now, very happy indeed.
My flights were great, I basically ran in Cincinatti to my London flight cause I did not have enough time between them, since the first flight was 20 min lates. But nothing exciting up till then. The flight was great, no one sat next to me and the flight was almost empty, just like Carries, so it was really comfortable. The cooolest thing about the flight was that there was the personal screens, and i watched a movie, a couple of sitcoms, including pushing daisies which i really liked, and there were games on it and stuff, and it was awesome! and I saw little sheep out of my window which was really cool.
So I get to the airport and everything is really smooth, my bag was one of the first ones that came out, customs was a breeze, the guy was really nice, and I found the bus I had to take. It was a nice ride but my heart was pounding, I did not want to get a cab. So we get off the bus and I see no cabs around, so I keep looking and still no stupid cabs. Well there was the subway right there, so I was like 'why not?' and went in. I asked the guy at the counter to help me and i got the ticket and i thought everything would be great. So first I went down and I had no idea if I was taking the right train or not so I asked this woman and she helped, she was really nice. So the thing comes and I get on with my extremely heavy luggage, delta even put on my bag a tag that said heavy, and my stupid backpack that felt like I was carrying a child on my back and my extremely heavy computer on in my purse. So Im standing there looking very awkward and everyone keeps looking at me like Im a total freak, so I sit down but my suitcase is so big that it blocks the whole aisle, which makes me feel even more self concious, but no I do not get up. So I start freaking out a little cause I thought the lady lied to me and sent me on the wrong train, but it was ok. then I had to switch and at the first station it was ok cause there was an elevator but this station did not have an elevator, so I had to carry that stupid bag up the stairs, where people are looking at me like Im completely crazy again. I finally get on the other one and reach goodge street, then more stupid stairs.
When I finally get up there I ask the guy where gower street was, so he tyold me but I didnt understand, all I heard was right, left keep going, but I wasnt gonna ask him again so I just went. I reached gower street and of course went the opposite way, then realized the numbers were going up and not down. I reach the door and knock and then I thought no one was there cause they took forever to open the door, and by this point I would have cried if no one had answered, cause I was tired of taking that suitcase around, with my hurt shoulders from my purse and i was just mad at that point.
But then it was all good, and yeah.
Today me and Teresa walked around, we walked everywhere, we went to Trafalger square, to Waterloo Station (which we thought was the harry potter station at first, but it wasnt) the London eye, we didnt get on it, the parliament the big ben and just seriously walked everywhere. So yeah, pretty exhauted right now, but its ok cause its awesome here, and I love the weather! yay