"See you in London!"

Hey, look who dropped in for a tour around MY part of Europe:

BRE!!!

We met up Friday night and after I snapped her out of her weird German accent, we caught up on everything that's happened the last 3 months (a lot) over some delicious crepes. We also hit Tower of London and Tower Bridge.

Saturday we spent a good amount of time in Primark. Like a really good amount. And then we headed to my favorite little Indian restaurant right by my flat called Kwality. It is kwality for sure. [sidenote: Mums, can you make chicken korma w/ fresh cream and coconut milk when I get back? Please and thank you.] We headed back to my flat for necessary naps and showers before heading out to see Wicked.

We had awesome seats, and boy did we pay for them.
As well as semi-awesome treats. (Europe isn't really the best place for people like me who aren't particularly into chocolate)

After the show I took Breanna to see the other hot spots: Big Ben, London Eye, Houses of Parliament, Westminster Abbey, etc, etc. We took a stroll along the River Thames, bantering back and forth, and stopping for a few awesome street performers. Every few minutes we'd take turns saying, "We're in London... together!"

Originally Bre and I wanted to go on the same study abroad, but for various reasons she ended up in Vienna and I ended up here. It's probably better that we weren't together because we would cause so much mischief. We would stay out too late, eat too much gelato, spend too much money and have too much fun. We would lay on our beds, sweating profusely, and curse the humidity. We would play "Spot the Tourist" and "Guess the Accent." We would somehow avoid guided tours and boring museums. We would act posh and fool everyone into thinking we were natives. We would pick out our ideal places to get engaged (because really, no place beats Stourhead or the Muckross House Gardens) and talk about how our future husbands better bring us back here. We would try crazy foods and take a million pictures. We would sing "American Boy" and miss those one boys. We would laugh and laugh and laugh and probably cry a little too. It would've been awesome, but really, it's probably better that we just had a day or so together.

Thanks, Breanna, for the bombiest day in London so far.