This is the blog that never ends...

I'm going to try to bust out my first three days in London in one blog. I think the Top Ten format (Letterman style) is appropriate.

10. People you meet on planes: On my flight from Denver to Houston, I sat next to a lovely young lady by the name of Julia. We struck up a conversation after I remarked on her gold-leafed copy of The Complete Works of Jane Austen. Convinced I'd be having a conversation with another nerd of my breed, imagine my surprise when she begins to explain to me that she is a bio-archaeologist. Naturally I did the 'huh?' look, but fortunately stopped myself before asking if she'd dug up any good Stegosauruses lately. Julia explained that her field is a cross-breed of anthropology, archeology, and history. She was on her way to Houston, then to Panama City, and then to Peru where she'd ride a bus for a couple days before getting to the 'dig site' where they are excavating burial ruins of ancient Peruvians. Yeah...going to The Globe didn't really sound as cool after meeting Julia, but she very kindly took interest and asked me loads of questions. The Jane Austen? “I like a lot of different things.” I'd say so.

9. Parting is such sweet sorrow: The kids had meltdowns the day before I left. No one cried at the airport—unless you count me hugging Jeremy longer than necessary to hide my tears. Conflicts got band-aids. Connie saw me off at DIA (I just LOVE that woman). Hurricane Alex was only a few weak rain showers over the Houston airport.

8. Climb Ev'ry...Staircase?: Years back when my parents went to Europe for the first time, they commented that Europe seemed to be little more than churches and castles. After Germany in 2006, I was inclined to agree. After St. Paul's, I also feel inclined to add that not all churches are created equal. Fourth largest in all of Europe, St. Paul's is a behemoth—the blue dome indelibly etched into the skyline, as important a landmark as Big Ben or the Tower Bridge. After a nightmarish trip on the tube (thanks to my poor choice in luggage), I was overwhelmed (not to mention jet-lagged as hell) by the time I arrived at the Bankside House. Unable to check-in until six in the p.m., I decided there was no better way to spend my time than hiking the 267 steps to the top of St. Paul's Cathedral. I stepped in, shelled out my 15 pounds, and played Rick Steves' audio tour on my iPod. If you can picture Princess Di's wedding (her train draped behind her on the black and white checkered flooring of the cathedral), then you know where I was. I walked in her footsteps (except for the whole bulimia and bad marriage bits). The church is all Christopher Wren until you get toward the back, where the Victorian Age threw up on it. Back there it's like Ethan Allan meets doilies. As I sat near the altar, the priest (minister?) came to the microphone and called everyone to remember that St. Paul's is first and foremost a house of prayer. He then led everyone in the Our Father. I rather liked that.

7. Fish 'n a pint: Both are better in Colorado. My fish had bones. Me no likey. My beer was tasteless. Me no likey. Ah well.

6. Midsummer, early summer: The whole reason I flew in early was to see A Midsummer Night's Dream on the Globe stage before it left for the season. I want to reserve my opinion, because I really want to talk to my mentor teacher before revealing my thoughts. So I'll say this: Worth flying in early, but for reasons entirely unrelated to the play.

5. The weather: It is DIVINE. Warm at the right moment. Breezy when you need it. Most buildings are stuffy, but there is more AC and ice than on continental Europe.

4. Dresses: I felt annoying when I packed a bunch of dresses, until I realized how well I'll fit in here. I suspect London is much like any large city—the population is rather cosmopolitan. Except for one really unfortunate pair of hounds-tooth patterned overalls that gave its owner a really bad case of camel-toe in St. James' Park, most people look rather hip. Gladiator sandals—not of the Payless variety—abound, as do really edgy haircuts that the individual can actually pull off.

   3. My Buddy and Me: Brian Kurz is the other ESU candidate from Colorado here in London. He is super funny and laid back. He is married, with a baby on the way, and he is adorably in love with his wife. It is so nice to be around someone else who misses their spouse like I do. We are sharing an Internet subscription so we can talk to our loved ones. It's nice to have a buddy here.

2. Sh*t I've seen: Picasso, Van Eyck, Monet, and Van Gogh in person. A pride parade in Trafalgar Square. The Crypt at St.-Martin's-in-the-Field (and I have the brass rubbing to prove it). The Tudor Gallery. The Thames, Tower Bridge, Big Ben, London Eye, Halls of Parliament, and Chipotle. It's all been brilliant.

1. Of course...The Globe: I dropped off my bags. Walked the road away from Bankside House, turned where it said 'New Globe Walk.' Avoided nearly being killed by a car driving the wrong way (they all seem to do that here). Stepped out into the morning sunshine of a London day and saw what I'd only seen in pictures. The burnt-blue of the cathedral dome scraping the low-lying clouds, the white Millennium bridge already impossibly filled with people...walking away, walking toward. And then to my left, why I was here. And I have no shame in being a bit dramatic here: I cried.

   Just a little, and behind sunglasses. I didn't want to push my welcome too far.

And so I'm here. And it's lovely. Going solo was totally overwhelming to me the first couple of days, but I am stronger for the experience. My aunt told me, weeks before I departed, it was good for my children to see me outside my comfort zone. I thought, “This isn't going to be outside my comfort zone...it's frigging London! They speak English there!” I was wrong, she was right. Now that I'm settled in, it seems like nothing—flying thousands of miles, navigating the tube, entertaining myself in a huge city for eight hours before being able to rest my weary head. But it is something, isn't it?