Slap Happy Canadian Slapstick

After getting home at 2:30 am last night, I rose at 7 am to board the bus to the REAL Scarborough here in England. Ola, Anna, Anna, Steph and I slept for the two hour bus ride there this morning like a bunch of bobblehead dolls with our heads swaying back and forth. We arrived and woke up to a cappuchino, walked along the streets of Scarborough, which is a cross between an old fashioned carnival and a waterfront pioneer village, and hiked up a mountain to visit Scarborough castle. I took over 200 pictures today and diligently documented my trek. I then rode my very first double decker past the mountains and the water and enjoyed my very first taste of British cuisine: fish and chips. The view from the top is absolutely gorgeous. At this point, I was so tired that I simply could not stop laughing, aka, slap happy.

Tonight, on the otherhand, was entirely random. We intended to hang out at Montague Burton, one of the residences, and instead ran into a bunch of Canadians that we had met earlier in the week who were hanging out with some international students. We meant to head out to a campus pub and instead ended up at HiFi club until 2:30 AM. We would have been home sooner than 3:30 AM had the Swede not insisted on stopping for food along the way home.

Upon reflection, I have been socializing mostly with other international students, mostly by coincidence, and on occassion, convenience. I would really like to meet more Brits and intend to join a whole bunch of clubs and intramural teams. There are points where I have begun to miss home a little bit, but I think that many of us are finding that we are too busy having fun to even have a moment alone to think. I feel quite fortunate that there are a handful of people with which I already feel a strong, enduring and genuine bond.