Day 1

In an attempt to actually remember what happened during my trip to England I am going to try to do a little bit of blogging. If you are reading this then I hope that something cool happens so that it isn't just me writing about common stuff because that way no one in this process benefits.

The trip to England began with the uncomfortable, long flight across the Atlantic Ocean. Beth, Shawna, and I bounced around in airports and airplanes and managed to find our way to the meeting place. Since none of us remembered to print off the directions on how to get there, we had to go based on memory. It all worked out well in the end and it was quite easy to navigate.

I ran into a couple of people and recognized them as Peter and Kay. They directed me to the other group of students who were also in the program and sitting right beside us the whole time.

After everyone finally managed to get to the meeting point we took off in a bus toward Charlbury. We all struggled to keep our eyes open, but not wanting to miss any of the new scenery tried our best to fight the need to sleep.

After winding through the narrow English streets we came upon the Baptist Church, where we ate some pizza and greeted a bunch of new people. They were all very nice, but meeting so many new people while operating on zero sleep just isn't fun. I was very surprised at how narrow the streets were, but it was quite normal for them. After the food we went back to our homestays and continued fighting the urge to sleep until it was closer to nighttime. The sleep that night was the sweetest sleep that I had experience in a long time, and in the morning I woke up feeling refreshed, but still not quite at my best.