Bobby Burns

Christi, Becca, and I with some bagpiper in Trafalgar Square

So I forgot to mention that yesterday was Robert Burns Day.  According to wikipedia it is a "celebration of the life and poetry of Robert Burns, author of many Scots poems."  On the night of his birthday, January 25, they celebrate him.  We were told that every year a wreath is placed on his statue down by Embankment.  So last night we hopped on a bus to go see for ourselves.  To our surprise the park was closed, so this picture is the only memory we have from Burns day.

Today was very uneventful.  I woke up with a horrible headache and felt sick to my stomach.  All I could eat for breakfast was half of a banana.  Around noon I still felt sick but Sarah invited me to go into Kensington Gardens to do homework.  I had been cooped up long enough so I grabbed my book and headed out the door into the windy chill London air.  We found a little park bench right inside and read The Black Death.  Lovely book to read in a park, right?  It wasn't picture perfect, but I got a ton of homework done today and finished the night with some girls by watching Notting Hill, which was filmed in my neighborhood.

One last random thing.  While sitting in my bed sick this morning, I googled the BYU London Centre because I was bored.  A map caught my eye so I clicked on it.  I looked at the website it was from, and low and behold it was from CJ Gilson's blog

(Rachel's friend whom she met on a study abroad here two years ago).

Apparently I'm a loser