A More Succinct Approach (?)

London: Part III (the botched recollection of what has now become a tired trilogy)
Here's the rest of where we went and what we saw:
- Camden, had Chinese
-British Museum, saw the Rosetta Stone, Elgin Marbles, and mummies.
- Took a boat tour in a canal
-Went to the Globe, saw Ann Boleyn. Great new play.
- Had Greek dinner.
-Went to Platform 9 3/4
- Went to 221 Baker Street (Sherlocke's)
- Had a wonderful picnic on Primrose Hill and watched the city skyline opposite the sunset.
-Went to bed. Woke up.
-Had Brazilian breakfast.
-RAN with Christine and Shannon to the National Art Gallery and saw Michelangelo, Monet, Raphael, and others
-Tried to run to Abbey Road, but did not make it.
-Went back to Oxford.

Monday
- Gala #2
- Dr. Conner's birthday at The Eagle and the Child (remember, Tolkien and Lewis' pub)

Yesterday's Stratford Excursion
Yesterday we visited Stratford, saw Shakespeare's birthplace, and watched "As You Like It". It was a dark production, and one I'm still working out in an essay.

Today (Punting) and Beyond
Today was very laid back. We had class, discussed Wordsworth and Blake, and did some punting. I punted with Dr. Stewart, Dr. Conner, and Gary. Dr. Stewart is, of course, an old pro, and so started us off. Dr. Conner sang appropriate boat songs and refused to do any punting, and Gary expertly led the way. I ran us into the side of a bank, but that is the least one can do when one punts for the first time. So I got to chill out with everyone a little more than usual today. For dinner I tried some English KFC, which was more unusual than I expected. So much food, too. I later grabbed a hot chocolate with Gary and Laura, and it was muy bien. Sehr gut.

Tomorrow we have to get the ball rolling again with going to the Lake District and talking about Wordsworth there. I will probably face another weekend deprived of internet and meet much more harsh conditions than London. Though I hear we will be living in the classiest apartments around.

Final Thoughts--a rare instance of introspection
I really like living here in England. I'm not sure I convey that well in regurgitating everything I do in a day for every entry I make. I really want to come back next summer. I don't want to go back home, yet, either. I feel like I've learned priceless information culturally, trivially, socially, philosophically, and spiritually. What I mean is that lines of poetry percolate through our speech. We are surrounded by a different social atmosphere. And we have staggering gothic architecture that towers over us to remind us of our humble dispositions. I didn't know that Oxford was such a religious place until I got here, but that's its history.

I could digress, but I need to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay. There's the rub.