A year ago, my sister and I went on a study abroad program in London. And many pictures were taken.
This was the morning we arrived, taking the train to Hampstead, where we stayed with my dad's cousin and his family for a few days before the program started. Jet lag is lame. Also lame? Dragging heavy suitcases through the Tube stations. But, I have never been so glad to see Merrick in my life as I was when we actually managed to meet up. We had no cell phones and I didn't know where she was coming from or what airline she was on. It was a bit scary.
This is us waiting for the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. I thought this was WAY overrated. Also, it was cold. I was cold for the first three weeks. And finally, let us all mourn Merrick's cute jacket that was lost on the ferry going to France.
You knew this picture would be coming. I embrace my nerdiness. I revel in it.
Kew Gardens. Pretty flowers.
In front of the eternal flame at the Arc de Triomphe. Merrick is getting sick; you can tell by her eyes.
One of the days, we spent hours at the Sephora on the Champs Elysee. Behold our lovely painted fingernails.
The last remnants of my red hair.
No explanation is necessary.
World War I memorials.
The Grover brothers were the other set of siblings on this trip. The one with the red shoes is getting married this week to a girl he met on the program.
We thought this was amusing. I still do, but I can't explain why. It just is, you know?
Fear not, there are more pictures where these came from.