Twelfth Night and musings

Yesterday I decided to live it big in the city of London. Lisa was at work, and I wasn't about to sit on my bum on a Friday night... so I stepped way out of the comfort box, and I went to a rock opera version of Shakespeare's Twefth Night by myself. You guys, I wish you could have seen it... words can not express how freaking ridiculous this thing was. At one point, they encorporated this giant musical number and started bringing the audience up to dance on stage. And then the actors brought out pizza and threw it into the rest of the audience. And then they started handing out maracas and these fuzzy balls that we could throw onto the stage and hit the actors who were wearing velcro outfits. And twenty minutes after that, they did a tribute song to tequila, and had a bunch of people take shots on stage while a bubble machine provided extra spectacle. It was a Shakespeare play, people. I didn't know whether to be irritated, confused, or just go with it. I decided on the last two choices, and had a stellar time. I've decided that when it comes down to it, I like myself a lot... and I can be very content with my own company. That's going to come in handy here... with my non existant social circle. :)

This morning Lisa and I slept in and then spent the day at Burough Market and Hampstead Heath. We bought some great cheese (Moto, you'd die for this stuff), some bread, and some wine. And I bought some olives, because flavor is my favorite thing on earth, and these are bursting with it. This will be our traditional Sunday evening dinner, and I think it's going to be one of my favorite London things. It was so fun to wander without an agenda... snitching samples of cheese, eating strawberries, and lunching on fish and chips.

After being in the crowded market, Lisa needed trees and space, so we headed out to Hampstead Heath. We ambled down paths through forests, and breathed clean air for a while. And then we found the best tree in the entire world... it had huge branches low to the ground, so we climbed up and sat for a while. It was good for Lisa's soul, and a good break for me.

After all the adventures, we got some cleaning supplies and waged war against our dirty apartment. That was good for my soul. :)

So I've realized something about myself since being here. Freaking out is a choice, and I have the ability to be a laid back person. After the initial trauma of landing in a new country, I haven't freaked out at all. I've approached this whole situation with a very different mentality than what I live with at home. Excellence isn't the goal... survival is. When things don't go perfectly in line with my plans, I get over it, and adapt. I'm realizing that I'm a lot tougher than I thought I was. I can comfortalby live independantly from familiarity. That's a big deal for me... the girl obsessed with routine, plans, and habit. It's just one of the many things I'm going to realize about myself while being over here.

I love it so much here, and I'm so glad that I did this. It's an adventure everyday, and I love it. I wish you could all come visit, so I could show you all the fun there is to be had. Who knows... we might be able to get tickets to another showing of Twelfth Night. :)