My apologies

First off I'd like to apologize to anyone back home who has not heard from me yet. I have been soo busy and the Internet here is soooooo slow I barely ever get on my computer, which for those of you who know me well know that is very odd. I feel that just shows how good of a time I'm having over here. It seems we are always on the go either exploring, on tours, in meetings, eating (which ill discuss later), sleeping, or drinking which I'll get to shortly.
The plane ride over went pretty smoothly. I managed to grab my last real American burger at Jonny Rockets in Chicago, A nice big ole' double bacon cheeseburger, it was so good my chest hurt after. We managed to find everyone on our flight as well as other study abroad students in other programs which was neat, but that's about it.
My first misadventure came a few hours after a quick power nap on the first day we arrived. Jordan, Zach, and I decided we should go find a pub and try this stuff called beer that all the adults talk about. So we found this little pub a few blocks away grabbed some Guinness and sat down. We were having a nice conversation about how great it was to be here and whatnot and watching the city move about outside the window across the pub. Over time we noticed this crazy old lady yelling British whatnot's and other bad words I only hear on a Sunday morning when my dad is out fixing his mower. We couldn't quite understand her but we knew it was directed towards us. Luckily this old man behind us explained to us (in very old man British) that the crazy old lady had been there all day and thought we were staring at her, although we were just looking out the window. He told us if we're at a pub talking just look at each other and don't look around. So we followed his orders. A few minutes later a policeman showed up, which made us sweat a bit, but luckily he was there to get the old lady to go home and not us.
(the hotel across the street from us always has Bentley's and R8's parked outside no big deal...)

My second funny happening came when Jordan and I decided to take a funny picture with a guard, who from all past experiences I thought couldn't move. This guy was a little shifty though which should have been my first warning. His eyes were darting around like he was looking for a quick escape. So Jordan and I get up next to him and begin to pose when all the sudden the guard lifts he sword and turns and steps right where I was standing. Luckily a girl in our group captured the fear in my eyes and the relief in Jordan's when he noticed the guard turned to me. (see below) It ended up being the guard just had to open a gate, why he chose right then to do it I don't know.
I believe I was saying something along the lines of "I'm a tourist, I'm a tourist, I F'd up..." In my head.
Easting is another weird thing over here. Its way to expensive to eat out all the time and the portions are somewhat small so I find myself to be hungry all the time. I found I'm not nearly as picky as an eater already. I pretty much just throw whatever I can in a sandwich to add as much calories and nutrients as possible, I've eaten some pretty weird combinations let's just say that. Luckily though one of the cheapest things to get is Pasta and since I already pretty much eat that everyday of my life I can find some normalcy there. I am happy to say, mom if you're reading this, your little boy now will eat salad and vegetables to a certain degree.
Above is a picture of Camden Market. I've never seen such a interesting mix of people. You'd find everything from preps to goths all getting along in one place.
Above is a picture of the Knotting Hill market full of antiques and other really expensive but neat stuff.
Here is a nice picture of Trafalgar Square. It might be my favorite picture so far besides the one where I'm scared half to death.
That's all I got for now, I try to have another post within a week.