Welcome to London

My bed

Some of the room and my roommates

   Yesterday I got on the flight to Heathrow. It was so amazing; security and check were long, but I found people quickly. It was so crazy, we were all so excited to get London. The flight went well with mild turbulence in the beginning, but what happened after that I really did not pay attention to, I went right to sleep. In the morning we arrived in Heathrow and the adventure began. None of the friends that I was travelling with had done much travelling abroad and I had to guide them. It was not bad, I was just worried that I would get us lost. Immigration went well, the officer had seen so many Arcadia students by the time that I got there that he knew exactly why I was there(though I did have to answer several questions about my three year old Russian visa). After Customs, we gathered--my little group and me, not all of us-- and realized that we had to get to another terminal. So we went and took the train, just praying that we were going in the right direction. Our flight landed about 8:30, but we did not get on the bus till about 10:45, that is how long it took us all to find the group. The airport was so hot and we all had so much luggage, that it was horrible. But, we loved every British sigh or accent we heard. The bus took us to our residence, which is near a lot of embassies, so I am assuming that the neighborhood is safe. The house is an old Victorian, but the inside is modern and utilitarian. The RLA, a British man by the name of Phillip, helped us with our luggage. We are on the very top, probably about seven flights, thought it is the fourth floor, I believe. I am so tried, but I will not sleep. Our room is large, with two beds in one room, and one in another, and a shower and sink. We are basically up in the attic, but we are all Castle people and used to stairs. I am all unpacked and so excited to be here. On the way to Palace we commented on everything: driving on the other side of the road, all the billboards, the cars. I do not know what else to say. We have a meeting later and they are going to give us pizza and show us around; there is a pub around the corner if we want our own food. I still cannot believe that I am in London. I flipped out when I saw a  bus labeled for  King's Cross.It feels so surreal. Sorry that this post is not very good; I am just really tired.