Feeling like a proper business woman. Hopped on the Eurostar train with dozens of other laptop-toting travelers. Watching the indistinguishable Belgian/French/English grey skies and rolling green scenery out of the corner of my eye while typing very seriously on my mini pc. Breaking only to sip from my horrendously expensive coffee (London prices effective from boarding, apparently).
I made the bold (stupid?) move of leaving my work behind. Although this is technically our break between semesters, I have a paper I swear I will finish before second semester begins on Feb 2, an article summary for Feb 6, my final thesis topic (!!) for the 10th. Not to mention the self-assigned project of deciding what to do with myself this summer.
But truthfully, I have been on holiday since last Friday, and if I wasn’t productive in Brussels – I wasn’t – I doubt I will be more inspired in London.
Not that kind of inspiration, anyways. The other kind, the kind that comes from new places and old friends, I already feel cursing through my veins (or is it the overpriced caffeine?).
Plans, you ask? Soaking up J, who I last saw about eight months ago in Brussels. Another McGill theatrical friend H, who I haven’t seen since 2006. The London Mime Festival, a musical, maybe a straight play for kicks. Lots of markets. Maybe some new shoes if the sales are friendly. The British Museum, and if I am not utterly overwhelmed, the Tate Modern. In either case, hopefully some reading and writing of the pleasurable (English!) sort.
Oh, look, we’re in the Chunnel! Boy, the train is fun.
More from London, friends.
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