Sundridge Park Manor
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... chat that when it ended, we were actually happier for having had it.
I then went over to a cafe to get a tea, because it was cold. Like fingers frozen through gloved hands in pockets cold.
I only had an hour or so there before I went to the Thames. Just to walk. It was so beautiful at this time of night. Not just the lights, but the people. ...
... little. Then on to Oxford Street and Regent Street and Tottenham Court. Loads of shops, loads of people around. It was most enjoyable but also tiring. Getting around on the underground is aided by having an Oyster Card (pre-purchased). Lunch was 'yukky’ baguettes (food could be better here), but it is so nice to be with Alexander. Tonight we hope to eat nearby and walk around the lovely night markets on the Thames. We are staying in a great ...
... there is a narrow pathway leading to a chamber, and three small open "rooms" that branch off the chamber. These rooms are believed to be worship areas, where the sun may have been the divine figure.
A week later, I ventured to London with my study abroad organization (API), where we started our British adventure with a guided tour. Unfortunately, I am hopelessly confused with the ...
I am smack damn in the middle of the plane. Okay so mom says in every blog I have to have the five senses and the five W's so here's what I know: Feel: I feel the seat belt tight on my hips and I feel awfully close to the people around me. I feel me being I the middle of the middle isle and being squashed. Taste: I taste the gum in my mouth, it is very very not tasty at all. Hear: I hear the sound of seat belts ...
Being bolshy, I refused to give them details of my credit card, so was chased with almost daily phone calls asking me to go to the front desk to register my credit card.
Did I have anything on my bill?
No. Just this 'gratuity'.
This sort of control makes me dig my heels in.
I react badly to being told what to do.
Did I comply?
And did we really need daily adverts between every programme giving us detailed instructions ...