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This Still Feels Like a Dream: Post #2 from London

           I still can't believe I'm in London! It kind of still feels like a dream that's too good to be true! On Friday morning we woke up bright and early to take a tube to the Tower of London! It was incredible! My favorite part was seeing all of the beautiful crowns that past monarchs of England have worn in the Crown Jewels exhibit! We then took a self-guided tour that led us from the Tower of London to the Museum of London! We had so much fun exploring and of course stopping at a market along the way. London markets are officially my new favorite! Then in the evening we went to Picadilly Circus, which is basically the Times Square of London and Trafalgar Square! One of the gift shops we went in had an entire section devoted to One Direction. Jenn would have been in heaven! We also had our very first London pastry at a cafe before heading back home and it was incredible.





On Saturday, I got meet up with the Buhlers for lunch! It was so fun that we were in London at the same time! We had so much fun and I just love them so much!


When I got back, Sarah and I ventured to the Portobello Market.We spent at least two hours visiting all of the booths, doing some shopping, and enjoying some freshly squeezed strawberry lemonade. It was incredible. I bought a small replica of the red telephone booths you see EVERYWHERE to put on my desk in my future classroom! On the way back we stopped at a store called Primark that's basically Forever 21 but a million times better. I bought a much needed pair of jeans for 11 pounds and it was amazing.

Today Sarah and I braved the London bus system for the first time to go to stake conference in Matthew's stake! We're going to be assigned to wards in his stake starting next week! I almost cried when I saw him, and may or may not have hugged him against his wishes. We got to chat with him  and some of his missionary friends for a bit after the meeting! My personal favorite missionary he introduced us to was a British elder who was OBSESSED with America and told us about how badly he wished he was American. Every time he passed us he would go, "God Bless America!" Matthew's still the same old Matthew we all love! He told us a few stories of people he's met on his mission and said he has many more to share when he gets home! So basically study abroad has been the greatest experience of my life so far and I can't wait for many more adventures to come!

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