Ok so continuation of my last week.

On Sunday I flew to London and met up with Stephanie in the airport, where her camp friend Dalia picked us up and drove us around and brought us to our hostel in Victoria. London is huge...i mean, really really huge and awesome. We walked around the city for a few hours that night and went to a pub for dinner. I had the best burger of my life and a pint of beer for 6 pounds. After that, we came back to the hostel and fell asleep after totally exhausted. The next morning we got up early to go on a free walking tour of royal london. it was led by an australian expat and was filled with australians. it was really informative and we even got to see the changing of the guards at buckingham palace. At the end of the two hour tour, we went for lunch at an all you can eat chinese buffet for 5 pounds. An auzzie, fin, and bulgarian joined us. best moment came when the bulgarian takes out his camera, points it at stephanie and me and says ´may i take advantage of you´...um what did you say, yeah he didnt realize you can´t say that to a girl. from there we went to the national portrait gallery, which was amazing. we came back to the hostel, napped for a few minutes and went out to a pub crawel. it was suppose to be 10 pounds but the guy just didnt take our money...fine by us. the next day, we decided to take it easy and spent like 5 hours in camden market where we did some shopping and ate lunch. i loved it there, so artsy and alternative and cheap. that night we went over to the lse area and met up with a friend from Case-nina. We were going to go to a club with two of her friends but strangly in london, they stop letting people in at 1230...you´ll soon read how you dont even go out till 3 or 4 in madrid. anyways, we ended up just getting kebab and then stephanie and i coudnt find our night bus, walked around a bit randomly, finally got on to a bus we new wasnt right but was in our direction, got off at a stop that looked familiar and somehow ended up directly in front of the bus stop we needed to get back to our hostel...we rule. the next day was our last, we went to the tower of london, the british museum, and the imperial war museum. the war one was my favorite because they had a special art exhibit of the holocaust. there are several survivors who are now artists. i started crying a bit bc it was so moving and some nice old british man gave me a tissue. i have been to two former camps in the past two weeks and not until that moment, did i actually feel something.

then i left london and am now in MADRID! i leave tomorrow for switzerland and will write about madrid later.