My parents, brother, and grandpa arrived safely in London yesterday morning, and last night after class I took them out to the Blue Lion pub across the street from LDA and then down to the Jubilee Bridge to see the London skyline at night. They were all terribly jetlagged, but happy to be here.
It is so weird to see the place I live through new eyes again — since I’ve been here for three months, everything has just become routine, even small things like looking right before crossing a street or saying “cheers” instead of “thanks”. But now I get to be touristy, well, in between classes. I had my performance of “The Tempest” on Friday, before we went to the opera to see Verdi’s “Falstaff”. My performance went very well (I didn’t forget my lines), but overall, it was pretty terrible. Richard Digby Day (the program director) pretty much yelled at us when it was over, saying we didn’t understand what we were saying. Not exactly good for self-esteem, but at least there wasn’t a large audience. He did tell me my performance was “Not what he would have thought Ariel to be, but very well done.” For him, that’s a great compliment and I took it just that way! Only two weeks left! I miss Minnesota, but I now that its winding down, I realize how much this has made me grow and how much I’m going to miss it.