Today felt like a whirlwind of activity. We all went to bed at around 8 PM last night completely exhausted, but for some reason many of us found ourselves awake somewhere between 9 and 11 PM. This resulted in a feeling of panic, because we believed we had overslept and Forrest had left us. Once we were able to sleep again, we again found ourselves wide awake at 4 or 5 AM. After this rough night we had breakfast at the hotel, and we began the day with a lecture on Zeitgeist and the Greeks. We then took the tube to the British Museum, where we saw several artifacts relating to what we had heard about in lecture earlier in the day, especially our examples of mythology from ancient Egypt. After a very short time we took a seat on the hard floor in a VERY cold room for our next lecture, Plato. By the end of this everyone was shivering with cold, and had sore behinds, but we were able to stay very much awake through the lecture. I'm quite certain everyone could have spent a full day (or several) here, but we were whisked away. .
Our disappointment of separation was significantly reduced at the prospect of lunch, and we all 
went our separate ways to eat. An hour later we all met at the British Library. I could spend a lifetime here (or maybe several), but the time I had was spent in the "Treasures" section. This was full of ancient books and writings, from Beowulf to De Humani Corporis Fabrica. My only disappointment, other than the length of our visit, was that I couldn't flip through the beautiful old texts (they are, of course, in cases) and experience the heavenly smell of old books. What remained of the afternoon was spent at the National Gallery. By this time I for one was dead tired, and not quite as excited as I had been about the other locations, and it is doubtful that I was the only one. Never-the-less, we wandered around for an hour gazing at beautiful works of art.
went our separate ways to eat. An hour later we all met at the British Library. I could spend a lifetime here (or maybe several), but the time I had was spent in the "Treasures" section. This was full of ancient books and writings, from Beowulf to De Humani Corporis Fabrica. My only disappointment, other than the length of our visit, was that I couldn't flip through the beautiful old texts (they are, of course, in cases) and experience the heavenly smell of old books. What remained of the afternoon was spent at the National Gallery. By this time I for one was dead tired, and not quite as excited as I had been about the other locations, and it is doubtful that I was the only one. Never-the-less, we wandered around for an hour gazing at beautiful works of art. .
Our last stop of the day was St. Paul's cathedral. This was probably the most beautiful building I've ever been in, it was absolutely gorgeous. We arrived just in time for mass (which I'm not sure any of us were expecting, we were a little underdressed), so we stayed for the service. I believe it was the first high church Anglican mass for some of our group. After this Forrest turned us loose in the city to go our seperate ways. 
This was a little frightening because it was the first time we were alone (well, without Forrest) in the city and had to get back without guidance. I went to dinner with some other members of our group at a little pub and had my first English fish and chips (which were excellent). We were able to find our way back to the hotel safely, not due to any of my help, via a double decker bus and ended the night early.
This was a little frightening because it was the first time we were alone (well, without Forrest) in the city and had to get back without guidance. I went to dinner with some other members of our group at a little pub and had my first English fish and chips (which were excellent). We were able to find our way back to the hotel safely, not due to any of my help, via a double decker bus and ended the night early. ---Andrea Ansari
