From Advenutre 101 to Adventure 202.

So I should be writing my 1500 word essay or enjoying the London sunshine or getting ready for class in 30 minutes, but I am here instead because I know that if I don't record the last two days they are not going to get recorded because I have been a slacker about keeping a journal.

Troy arrived on Tuesday, and we are both super excited about going on grand adventures in London.

However, I'm pretty sure God decided that it was time for us to move from a course in Adventure 101 to Adventure 202. Or 303. or maybe even 707.

Tuesday was a lovely day. I went to class, and then hung out with Troy. I can't even begin to describe how great it is to have someone to share London with. We walked around Spa Fields and Exmouth Market. Troy saw some cool cars, we ate pizza at this authentic Italian restaurant just down the street (hey...guess what! Most cheese isn't "foreign" here and it makes it a lot less expensive...that is the only thing that is less expensive in London)

Yesterday I wake up and make phone calls trying to figure out how in the world to get to Dunsfold Park to see Top Gear. Take the Angel Tube to Euston, switch to the Victoria Line to the Victoria Station to hop a bus to Guildsford, which is still 7 miles from Dunsfold Park. But we figured, we're young and we could at least hitch hike or even run those 7 miles.
It's a 15 minute Tube Ride to Victoria Station. We leave at 10:15 and the bus to Gildford is scheduled to leave at 11am, arriving at 12. But Troy and I couldn't find the bus station. We asked people and read signs, ALL of which said it was just around the corner. Which, it was....just around the corner and 5 or 6 blocks down! Not only that, but there were large busses lined up all over Victoria (which is also a train station). We finally find the bus stop at 10:50. We even find the bus to Gilford that tells us we have to buy tickets at the ticket booth (we pretty much knew that but thought maybe he'd take pitty on us for being two worn out Americans). So we stand in line at the ticket booth, and when we approach I ask "When is the next bus for Gilford leaving?"
"at 11:15"
"Really?!" I reply, "I thought another train didn't leave until 12!"
"Nope, there are several today. That will be £26 for the both of you"

I tell Troy that's more expensive than I thought, but we didn't really think twice about it. We race down the bus station to terminal 10, which is conveniently the farthest away. Troy and I step on the bus and ask "Is this the bus going to Guildford?"

"Yes, yes, hurry up we are about to leave"

15 minutes later the bus announces that we must wear our seatbealts and will arrive in Oxford in about an hour. Oxford? I look at Troy, and then check the tickets. That's right the tickets say we are going to Oxford, which is in the opposite direction of Guildford.

An hour and a one half later Troy and I are in Oxford, UK. We've now missed Top Gear (the reason Troy came to London) and have wasted the day. So we wandered around, ate some fish and chips, and went back. Oxford really was lovely, but Troy didn't have his camera so it was all-in-all a sad day.

Oh but wait! Troy and I are scheduled to see Harry Potter at 10:45 this night. We purchase our tickets and make a time to meet up with some of my friends from LSE to make the 8 minutes walk to The Vue in Islington together. But at 9, Troy decides to go get food and gets lost. So instead of being incredibly early to Harry Potter, we are now pushing it close time wise....We get to the theatre and Troy asks, "You've got the tickets?" and I pull out two glossy pieces of paper.
"Lizziey, those aren't the tickets....Those are the things that came with the tickets. I put the tickets on your desk."

"Oh. That's a problem"

Troy is still tired from sprinting back to the dorm to get the tickets..but thankfully my friends saved us seats, and we sat down in time to watch an amazing production once again.

I don't live with regrets, but I can say that I am very glad that day is over.