I can't believe it's my last night in London! I spent so many months looking forward to this trip that it seemed like it might never actually happen. I actually spent the car ride to the airport thinking that my plane would probably crash. Kind of morbid, but it just seemed like such a distant, fun thing that I didn't think it would actually happen. At any rate, the trip was great-- we sang at a bunch of different schools including at Westminster Abbey and Cambridge, where we partied (where party=drank too much and sobbed hysterically, in my adorable case) with the locals and went punting on a canal surrounded by impossibly green grass and thousand-year-old buildings. We went busking one day in London and made a whopping 18 pounds, drawing fair (enough) crowds wherever we started singing. Spending eight days with the same ten people who don't have nearly enough chances to bathe can kind of wear on you sometimes, but everybody on the trip did a great job of keeping things light and fun, and we managed to escape unscathed.
So here it is, my final 12 hours in London. As I type this, I'm sitting in the Broderick's living room, watching season 3 of The Office with the rest of the group. A few minutes ago, I made the pitch pipe pass off to Leah, who I am positive is going to do a fantastic job of leading the group this semester. I feel a little weird that everyone else on tour is getting ready to head back to Boston, where they're starting school and sQ practice in the next couple of days without me, but I think it worked out really well that I was able to go on tour-- hopefully it'll ease me into my Spanish adventure... which begins tomorrow. More then.
Ben and Leah sharing a tender moment in the garden at Hampton Court Palace (?)
Punting at Cambridge
more at Cambridge
Kacey, Morgan, and Leah on Primrose Hill
more at Cambridge
Kacey, Morgan, and Leah on Primrose Hill
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