<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:17:55.372-07:00</updated><category term='forks'/><category term='Avebury'/><category term='photos photos photos'/><category term='washington d.c.'/><category term='Zürich'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='Salisbury'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='galleries'/><category term='Amesbury'/><category term='britishness'/><category term='site study trips'/><category term='city life'/><category term='America'/><category term='Switzerland'/><category term='queen victoria and prince albert'/><category term='home'/><category term='flying'/><category term='travel'/><category term='cell phones'/><category term='spring break'/><category term='Stonehenge'/><category term='texas'/><category term='food'/><category term='spontaneous'/><category term='greyhound'/><category term='PARIS'/><category term='internet'/><category term='seattle'/><category term='road trips'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='greenwich'/><category term='london'/><category term='driving'/><category term='washington'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Hillary's Travels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-8085944305641100112</id><published>2009-05-08T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:15:31.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul Shopping &amp; Night Life</title><content type='html'>Since the Hopkins sisters are androids, we had to recharge our batteries to the fullest to enjoy our first full day together in Seoul.  We went to lunch with her Aussie friend, Stephanie and Alex, a fellow American, where I had my first kimchi experience - as authentic as it gets! Eating out at restaurants is so cheap compared to back home. That meal, for example, cost the equivalent of a little over $3.5o! I learned some table manners...most of which I broke unknowingly (of course). No sneezing at the table (or anywhere public if you can help it), no blowing your nose at the table, pour drinks for others and only have others pour your own drink, don't pick up the bowl you're eating from (different from other Asian cultures), and don't eat rice with chopsticks, use a spoon. Wow, I have terrible etiquette in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; country, awesome! Oh and kimchi isn't as spicy as I anticipated, but it did get my nose running a bit, hence the nose blowing at the table. Mints ARE necessary afterward though, you'll be tasting that cabbage all day. Eating vegetarian is more difficult than any other place I've traveled, besides maybe Forks. Meat and/or fish seems to be Incorporated (even if only small amounts) in just about every meal. I'm trying not to be a snob about it either. So far, it's worked out, even though I'm really missing cheese as a daily part of my diet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping commenced a few subway stops away in Dongdaemun. The subway is actually fairly clean, easy to understand (complete with English signs) and follow, and it's relatively cool! Dongdaemun had a ton of fabric stores and shopping centers that went stories high. The one we checked out had 7 floors and each floor has tiny booths set up almost like a carnival with varying styles of clothes. We haggled the salespeople and dropped all of my cash, but we got some sweet buys. I found the sizes to be ridiculously small. I mean, I would look at a skirt and then put it down after noticing the size. The saleswoman at one place shook her head and said "will stretch, will stretch!" I continued on and pulled another skirt out somewhere else that looked about right. The woman pulled it up my legs where my thighs stopped it from going any further, so she reached in the depths to grab a large, a size most clothes didn't come in. One woman was so helpful though, and she hugged me after I finally bought something. The fashion is made for the leggy. I rarely see girls with shirts too far below their collar bones. Not for me. I do appreciate the flowy on top, tight on bottom look, flattering if done correctly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once we finished up, I heard a weird rendition of "Dancing Queen" and I instantly thought of my roommates' weird thing they have for Mama Mia. We followed the music and see a stage with four Asians doing a sexy song and dance to all the musical favorites. Somewhere around "Take a Chance on Me," Liz started video taping and I was cracking up at the choreographed girls playing electric strings and keytar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went back to campus for dinner and found Kimbob, which most would call sushi. Actually, it originated from Korea and then morphed into something a little different. I had an amazing veg roll with what I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; was cheese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night began at a Hookah bar, pretty interesting concept in Korea, I must say. It was called the rainbow room and we met up with Bich there, the awesome San Jose native who hung out with us all night. A DJ played techno music and on his breaks, Jason Maraz scarred my ears; they love him here, who knew? It was decorated with tapestries that looked kind of like a college dorm in the nineties of someone who'd wear a drug rug and be reading a copy of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siddhartha &lt;/span&gt;on their chai tea break. Vic described life in California and Liz tried to convince me to stay in Asia. It was a great beginning to the night. Right after we got some deep fried street food; sweet potatoes, boiled eggs and cabbage. YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Club Eden was on the list first since we got free admission for being facebook friends. Admission is usually ~$25, way more than the clubs I went to in London. We only stopped in before heading to Club Answer, the top club in Seoul, where Liz's friends were hanging out. She got the three of us in for FREE and in VIP, just for name dropping. Amazing. We danced and showed Seoul how to move, especially after the amazing Korean DJ came on. I met even more people, got hit on by some creepy Hungarians and saw Seoul from a rooftop. Liz knows how to turn out a good night, that's for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgUVxcP-ptI/AAAAAAAAAac/vexl7UNXcCM/s1600-h/_MG_9832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgUVxcP-ptI/AAAAAAAAAac/vexl7UNXcCM/s320/_MG_9832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333693272831207122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgUVw-cbC8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/iHNMTdOk2lo/s1600-h/_MG_9847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgUVw-cbC8I/AAAAAAAAAaM/iHNMTdOk2lo/s320/_MG_9847.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333693264830335938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgUVwXj3ybI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7PGQb-JxBn4/s1600-h/_MG_9876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgUVwXj3ybI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7PGQb-JxBn4/s320/_MG_9876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333693254392596914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-8085944305641100112?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8085944305641100112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=8085944305641100112' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/8085944305641100112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/8085944305641100112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2009/05/seoul-shopping-night-life.html' title='Seoul Shopping &amp; Night Life'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgUVxcP-ptI/AAAAAAAAAac/vexl7UNXcCM/s72-c/_MG_9832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-6812349639623635038</id><published>2009-05-08T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:17:30.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seoul &gt; Dayton(a)</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned months ago, my sister, Liz, is studying abroad in Seoul, South Korea. As impossible as I thought it was to visit during her four month+ stint across the world, here I am. It was entirely by generosity that I managed to get over here. I graduated 6 days ago and my gift from Mom &amp;amp; Terry was either option A (some help with my college debt) or option B (take Terry's frequent flyer miles to go to London). My dilemma was resolved when I opted for option B, but chose to use the miles toward Seoul instead of London. (Don't misunderstand how much I want to go back to London, just under different circumstances). Since my summer job starts in a few weeks, it was a "now or never" scenario that ended up with me having two days to anticipate the trip. With little preparation and very little knowledge of Korea, I find myself in Seoul, and can't think of a better way to have spent those miles. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Completely by chance, my entire flight to Seoul was business class. I honestly spent the 14 or however many hours from Atlanta to Seoul in my own bungalow, complete with privacy shields and noise canceling headphones. My chair said "Business Elite," but my curiosity, intrigue and sweatsuit screamed "girl on vacation." Being the youngest sitting there and one of three females, I couldn't help but feel like a bratty kid who forced her parents to purchase an "anything but coach" ticket. I'm beginning to see how lucky I am. Business class is nice though, it made for my best flight yet. Free drinks, brie, and too many in flight movies later, my excitement got to me. Smiling like an idiot, I just wanted to land, plus I was too gassy for confinement. Luckily I slept a few hours, more than I've gotten in recent nights. Escaping Dayton for a while is a good way to ignore the fact that I've just graduated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, exchanging money and finding my bus to the city was fairly easy. Liz met me at Paris Baguette, a cafe near campus, and she didn't even recognize me come in. She's thinner now, with shorter hair. After 30-40 whole seconds of shrieking and hugging, we left to explore. For my first night, we did quite a lot. We breezed through her closet size room in the international dorm (Crimson House), then on around campus. Just in our little jaunt I met so many friends of hers. The campus is really nice; some English inspired buildings mixed in with contemporary ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked to Anam, the school's own sort of district, I guess. Liz described it as "KU's Brown Street, but bigger...and Korean." We met up with even more friends and had a traditional Korean dinner. Shoes were removed before entering ( a HUGE deal for me since my feet always, ALWAYS, smell) and we were seated on the floor with the other 10 of Liz's friends. I had a gigantic bowl of noodles, that my neighbor thankfully cut with scissors (necessary!). I struggled with chopsticks more than I anticipated, so for the entire first half of dinner, I just stared at my food and pretend to stir. One of the guys (Lukah) asked me if I needed a fork, which I declined, so as to not look like a complete fool. I struggled and ate one noodle at a time, but with Liz's help and some practice, I sort of got the hang of it. Everyone was so kind to me and eager to meet me. A girl we sat next to asked where we were from. "America...Ohio" is what we usually say. Then maybe "Uhh...it's close to Chicago." Then the girl perked up and says, "Do you know .. uhh..Dayton?" Turns out she wants to go to UD! No shit! Why would she want to come to Dayton? I guess we have an exceptional international program for education and her secret second major, english. who knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner we all went down the street to the convenient store for ice cream and beer (great combo, eh?) and met even more people. With a million options for things to do/people to hang out with, we decided to go to the N Seoul Tower. A taxi took us up this mountain where we walked a short ways to the top. Really it reminded me of the space needle, but with a park that in itself looked over the entire city. It wasn't worth it to go up, but the views we did see were incredible. This city is hardly centralized and it just sprawls in all directions. The park area had great sculptures and a music/lights show. Since you can seriously drink anywhere here, we brought beer, soju and Korean snacks and made it a party. Almost everyone had their cameras out, so I didn't feel like too much of a camera freak. In fact, I've felt comfortable photographing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; everywhere so far. Apparently this area around the tower is quite romantic. Couples bring two locks and lock them together on this huge chain linked fence around the viewing area of the city. They write some sentiments on a heart and throw the key down the mountain; cute and sickening all at the same time. My jet lag finally kicked in and left me falling asleep on Liz. Since it was too late (1am) for a taxi to come up the mountain, we had to walk down to get one home. It was maybe my scariest cab ride ever, rivaling Skye, but we made it back to Crimson House where Liz and I shared a bed in her torturously hot room. 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Dayton(a)'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT05kpeYEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ccQDB-QpqFI/s72-c/_MG_9564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-8840943067645169514</id><published>2009-05-08T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:51:35.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seattle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forks'/><title type='text'>Spring Break 2K9</title><content type='html'>As most probably went home or departed the UD ghetto for the beach, Amanda and I, of course had an adventure. For our one week break from our last semester at school, we went to Washington. For almost no reason, except to satisfy our curiosity, we went to Seattle for a few days and then spent some time in the Olympic Peninsula (Forks, to be exact). Instead of keeping a diary, I took photos, which really doesn't help explain anything. Anyhow, here are my facebook albums: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2121569&amp;amp;id=21907984&amp;amp;l=9dca95b107"&gt;click here for Forks&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2121517&amp;amp;id=21907984&amp;amp;l=87faaea115"&gt;click here for Seattle. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-8840943067645169514?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8840943067645169514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=8840943067645169514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/8840943067645169514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/8840943067645169514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-break-2k9.html' title='Spring Break 2K9'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-8811934278503613318</id><published>2009-02-22T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:25:17.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D.Y.T. to D.C.</title><content type='html'>To view photos from the Dayton to D.C. whirlwind road trip, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2116872&amp;amp;id=21907984&amp;amp;l=70c4e"&gt;HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-8811934278503613318?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8811934278503613318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=8811934278503613318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/8811934278503613318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/8811934278503613318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2009/02/dyt-to-dc.html' title='D.Y.T. to D.C.'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-233234185251002956</id><published>2009-02-19T13:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:27:41.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington d.c.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spontaneous'/><title type='text'>Impromptu trip to our nation's capital</title><content type='html'>Washington, D.C. better get ready, the Hopkins sisters are making a late night (err early morning?) trip to the capital city! As I mentioned before, &lt;a href="http://lizardhop.com/"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt; will be leaving for South Korea on Saturday (2 days!). So why this journey, you ask? Well, as nothing can ever go smoothly for either of us while traveling, there is a complicated story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the u.s. visa policy and the unhelpful people working alongside of the university, Liz's visa never came. She had to resend her transcript today and it turns out it her visa won't actually be available until tomorrow afternoon, making it too late to reach her by mail. So driving to D.C., for the win! We will leave at 3am, drive straight to D.C. and quickly arrive by noon. After giving a holler to my boy Barack and seeing the marvels of Washington, we will be making an equally quick trip back to Dayton; 491.14 miles each way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yessss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all of my homework, namely catching up on reading assignments from my bout of sickness, I'm very much looking forward to this spontaneous trip. I haven't been to Washington, D.C. since I was probably 10 or 11, the height of my educational family vacations. I still have most of the memorials imprinted in my memory, but it's mostly a generic view I have of the City. If I'm lucky enough to swing it, I'll take any down time to check out the National Gallery of Art. &lt;a href="http://www.nga.gov/exhibitions/frankinfo.shtm"&gt;Robert Frank's entire collection of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Americans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will be exhibited and I've been anxious to see his work for years. Even so, I absolutely love driving and this is the perfect trip to have right before my sister leaves for four months, even if the circumstances aren't the most ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SZ4M3z9CalI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iJrf2Aypstk/s1600-h/RF_Americans_news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SZ4M3z9CalI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iJrf2Aypstk/s320/RF_Americans_news.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304691564067580498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-233234185251002956?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/233234185251002956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=233234185251002956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/233234185251002956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/233234185251002956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2009/02/impromptu-trip-to-our-nations-capital.html' title='Impromptu trip to our nation&apos;s capital'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SZ4M3z9CalI/AAAAAAAAAUc/iJrf2Aypstk/s72-c/RF_Americans_news.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-1491619042340976300</id><published>2008-11-13T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:31:56.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>My sister, &lt;a href="http://lizardhop.com"&gt;Liz&lt;/a&gt;, gets to study abroad in Seoul, South Korea for 4 months beginning next spring. She'll be going through the University of Dayton, but it will be a completely different type of program than my London program. The experiences she'll have are beyond comprehension right now. She will be attending &lt;a href="http://www.korea.edu/"&gt;Korea University&lt;/a&gt; (one of the most diverse of its kind), taking classes and immersed in culture. I can't imagine saying this a year ago, but I'm going to miss her so, so much. Four months is a long time. She'll miss my graduation (which I'll get over)...maybe I can visit her??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-1491619042340976300?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1491619042340976300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=1491619042340976300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/1491619042340976300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/1491619042340976300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/11/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-2731797017685398642</id><published>2008-07-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:28:16.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site study trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos photos photos'/><title type='text'>London Photos!</title><content type='html'>Yes, I finally got around to uploading the hundreds of photos I have from the trip. Here's what I have so far, including the first batch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2090093&amp;amp;l=34998&amp;amp;id=21907984"&gt;Album 1 (London)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2094770&amp;amp;l=97729&amp;amp;id=21907984"&gt;Album 2 (London&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2094929&amp;amp;l=0638c&amp;amp;id=21907984"&gt;Album 3 (London)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the above links to view the album and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-2731797017685398642?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/2731797017685398642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=2731797017685398642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/2731797017685398642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/2731797017685398642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/07/london-photos.html' title='London Photos!'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-3448539470658736649</id><published>2008-07-03T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:37:21.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Back in the USA</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night, America greeted Amanda and I. We have been immersed in European culture for the last month and a half so it was pretty bitter-sweet coming home. Our flight went out from Dublin in the early morning of the 28th and went directly to London-Heathrow. It took about everything in us to get on that next flight to Philadelphia instead of staying in London. After a rushed entrance to our gate and a tragic goodbye to the polka dot bubble umbrella I had just purchased, we hopped on the American Airlines flight to the US. It was incredible how much of an American stereotype was on that plane, but I won't go into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our arrival in Philly was supposed to be calm and easy, but with Hillary and Amanda, nothing is ever that simple. The airport there wasn't the most efficient  in getting people through security and we had to run to our plane departing for Dayton. It was the last flight there so it was a good thing we made it just as the plane was supposed to take off. When we got to Dayton, I could see Mom and Terry at the end of baggage claim. Mom was waving here hands at me like I was on stage during a play in elementary school. She brought Amanda and I flowers, too, which almost made up for the luggage American Airlines lost (which has now thankfully been returned to us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First thing we did was eat McDonald's fries, since we promised each other we would not eat any American fast food overseas. It was so surreal being home again. My room was not quite as messy as it was when I left and my car had been cleaned out for me as well, thanks to my sister. While some things, like the UD campus and surrounding areas have changed, everything was still basically the same. Driving again was probably the strangest thing. I definitely don't miss buying gas, so I doubt I'll be driving aimlessly as much anymore. After all of my adjusting, the five of us (me, Amanda, Mom, Terry &amp;amp; Liz) all went out to start the celebrating of my twenty-first birthday. All in all it was a very good night for a birthday and a coming home party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting is probably my first order of business, then of course I have all of that unpacking to do. It's been more difficult to explain to people how my trip was than actually adjust to being here again. I almost don't know what to say when people ask me about my favourite part of the trip. There are just so many things that come to mind, I think I need time to just sort my thoughts on the past month and a half. I have SO many photos from everything too, it might overwhelm you. Is 6 gigs a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my birthday over with and a lot of catching up to do with everyone, my 5 days back in the USA have been a lot of fun. I'm about to go see red, white and boom in Columbus tonight with Zach and Emily and tomorrow is the first reunion with my London flatmates - I can't think of a better way to spend the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading throughout all my travels and keep checking back for more photos and things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SG095bA8PLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LYN0eymAC4U/s1600-h/classphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SG095bA8PLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LYN0eymAC4U/s320/classphoto" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218895599905815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Our Class photo at Stonehenge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-3448539470658736649?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3448539470658736649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=3448539470658736649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3448539470658736649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3448539470658736649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-usa.html' title='Back in the USA'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SG095bA8PLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LYN0eymAC4U/s72-c/classphoto' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-7769485801924312344</id><published>2008-06-26T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:09:00.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Dublin...</title><content type='html'>..And the Irish. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-7769485801924312344?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7769485801924312344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=7769485801924312344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/7769485801924312344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/7769485801924312344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-dublin.html' title='I Love Dublin...'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-7930700006971132154</id><published>2008-06-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:12:00.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dublin where are you?</title><content type='html'>The last 24 hours in Paris have been kind of a blur. I think I need to sit on it for awhile to decide my feelings on this city. All I can say is Amanda and I are definitely ready to be in Ireland. The MIA concert is cancelled and while Im pretty bummed about that, Im still very excited for my trip. We have to get up at about 5:30AM to be at the airport early and catch the ryanair flight into Dublin. Im pretty sad that we have to check our bags since we have bought so much crap - we got a backpack to put our new trhings in, but we &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;had to get the tragic rolly backpacks that come in bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are through with the touristy things for the most part. Today was our time at the Eiffel Tower and Liz, I completed your request (photos soon to come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much all I can update for now. Im SO tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BONSOIR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-7930700006971132154?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7930700006971132154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=7930700006971132154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/7930700006971132154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/7930700006971132154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/06/dublin-where-are-you.html' title='Dublin where are you?'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-4772116963133368196</id><published>2008-06-23T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:48:29.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zürich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Switzerland'/><title type='text'>Zürich</title><content type='html'>Im going to stop going into counrties so blindly. I mean Swiss Francs? All I had were Euros. And really, is it German they are speaking. Why didnt I listen to mom and Terry more when they speak their random phrases around the house? Luckily I loved my experience in Zürich, despite my naïveté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived early afternoon after a beautiful and exhausting train ride. Our hostel was more like a hotel with all of its accomodations, great location in the old town and fantastic decor. Other than the heat, everything else pretty much fell into place. Again, Amanda and I went with no plan and ended up having a good time by just exploring on our own. The European football tournament was held in Zürich at the time and the game that night was Italia v. España. Fans absolutely filled the streets, it was more like an enormous festival with booths set up, games and rides all along the river. Amanda and I got lucky AGAIN and found this great funk/hiphop/soul band. They were a twelve piece band, complete with horns, saxes and the works. We got right up front and just danced like we didnt just spend 6 hours on a train. The rest of the night we continued to explore and ended up at the bar that was a part of our hostel where the game was on and there were some obvious Spain fans. We figured they won since the air horn blew and all we could hear was "España, España!" The parties were still going on so after our pint, we ran down to the river and grabbed some take away Mexican food, I kid you not, it was amazingggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last few hours in Zürich were mostly spent shopping. New ruby slippers and some swiss chocolate were my new additions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-4772116963133368196?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4772116963133368196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=4772116963133368196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/4772116963133368196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/4772116963133368196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/06/zrich.html' title='Zürich'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-7673097609572294624</id><published>2008-06-21T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:48:12.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PARIS'/><title type='text'>Parlez-vous anglais?</title><content type='html'>We have arrived in PARIS! The trip on the Eurostar yesterday evening was very nice, but we were still running on empty. Trying to get currency exchqnged and figuring out the metro did not sound so appealing at 11PM so we dragged ourselves over to the very long queue for the taxis. I looked over my Rick Steven phrase book about 30 times to figure out how to say "can you take us..." and after an intense ride in the back of a mercedes, we got to our hostel, &lt;a href="http://www.montclair-hostel.com/eng/hostel_eng.htm"&gt;Le Montclair &lt;/a&gt;. To our amazement, it was clean, nicely decorated and very friendly. Even more surprising, our room is above all hostel expectations. Sure we climbed 5 flights on a spiral stair-well, but we have a small private room with a private bathroom. Oh, and the view is wonderful. We have two long windows that open up to a skinny balcony that over looks north-east Paris. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basilique_du_SacrÃ©-CÅur,_Paris"&gt;Sacred Heart&lt;/a&gt; is illuminated at night beyond the other buildings and residences and the light from the Eiffel Tower could be seen in the clouds just to the right of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our lack of sleep this last month, we slept in, missed our complimentary breakfast and didnt get started until after noon. As we searched for hostels for our upcoming trip to Switzerland, we mingled with two english speaking twenty-somethings. Cal from NYC and Eric from Sweden ended up being really nice and helpful. We went out together and ate our first Parisian meal; a HUGE bowl of 3 cheese penne pasta and you better believe I ate all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being sent in the right direction by our fellow english speaking friends, we finally arrived at a train station to figure out our Eurail passes. In short, Amanda and I are travelling to Zurich, Switzerland in about 5 hours and staying there for about 24. Lame, I know, but we want to go to Switzerland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day we spent shootin the breeze, doing Parisian things. Our plan was to visit the Louvre, but it had started to close by the time we got there. It was still nice to get around, shop and explore Paris as the sun set. Solidays, a music festival was going on and there were bands on every block playing all sorts of tunes. Of course we had to watch the band playing awful covers of English songs. It was a really good time watching cute French hipsters and an old man strung out dancing to songs they didnt know the words to (except for "I shot the sherrif" I guess everyone knows that one), plus Amanda got to dance with a drunk French guy until I literally pealed him off of her. All the craziness made us hungry and we had some pizza and the best red wine I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooo Zürich tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-7673097609572294624?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/7673097609572294624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=7673097609572294624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/7673097609572294624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/7673097609572294624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/06/parlez-vous-anglais.html' title='Parlez-vous anglais?'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-1527493022576069810</id><published>2008-06-20T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:17:23.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye London</title><content type='html'>I'm spending my last few minutes on Edgware Road at the i-caf to give a little update. Amanda and I rushed this morning to miraculously get packed up and head with Laura and Allison to Heathrow(they were nice enough to take our luggage back to the states for us). It's really hard to believe I only have a few more hours here. Last night was pretty emotional saying goodbye to everyone (students and faculty) at our closing banquet. We walked through Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens to arrive at this beautiful French restaurant where we had the top floor just for our group. There was a cake there with all of our names on it. After dinner the faculty members said a few words and we all hugged them goodbye. We still had a few finals to finish up last-minute, but we somehow got it done. The entire group met up later at the pub (The Duke of York, of course) and had a few rounds before saying our goodbyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are set to get on the eurostar to Paris in about 2 hours. I'm really excited and nervous, but most of all I'm sad to leave London. This program has been so much more than I expected. Hopefully everything will go smoothly for my 5 days in France and 3 days in Dublin. I really do miss all of you and I got some sweet souvenirs. Mom, I had them sent home so please watch for them in the next week or so. Liz probably has the most to look forward to, mainly because every store I went in to I would say "aw this reminds me of something Liz would like." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Amanda and I pulled an all-nighter 2 nights ago and only got 4 hours of sleep last night (not even a nap!) we are pretty exhausted and ready to nap on the chunnel. I think our plan for tonight is to get there and somehow figure out how to get tickets for the metro. After the initial mayhem, we'll walk around, eat some baguettes and find our hostel. We don't know any French, but we're equppied with our street smarts, wit, American charm, a map and a phrase book. Should be an adventure! I will do my best to keep you posted on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my loving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-1527493022576069810?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1527493022576069810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=1527493022576069810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/1527493022576069810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/1527493022576069810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-london.html' title='Goodbye London'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-4180552705609338015</id><published>2008-06-15T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:37:22.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stonehenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salisbury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amesbury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avebury'/><title type='text'>Avebury, Amesbury &amp; Salisbury</title><content type='html'>First I want to say HAPPY FATHER'S DAY to my Father and step-Father. Both of whom made this trip possible for me. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile, but I'm back for a little game of catch up. I really wish I had more time for things like this because as we're now into our last week, I find myself already forgetting little things I've done/seen. This last week especially has been a whirl-wind week so this is my attempt to pick up where I left off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday (4 June), we took our first site study trip outside of the city of London. I was especially enthused because I do miss the calmness of the country and I heard nothing but great things about the English countryside. We all hopped on the coach early in the morning and tried to nap, but our bus driver was pretty scary. I can recall being about 45 minutes into the trip when I woke up and all of the sudden it was great expanses of countryside and then patches of little town. The sky looked like a Bob Ross painting or something. We first went to a town and saw our first bit of Neolithic stone structures. We were dropped off at what seemed like a very quiet park with trails and everything, but really, it was more like a farm. There were sheep just roaming around (we had to watch where we stepped) the grassy areas with these prehistoric stones sticking up. We hiked for awhile, then took the coach to Stonehenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFVy_5YwuUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XolT-Ja_qWI/s1600-h/_MG_1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFVy_5YwuUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XolT-Ja_qWI/s320/_MG_1247.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212198585813219650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFVzBG6QqKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P5MYz7c9LWw/s1600-h/_MG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFVzBG6QqKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/P5MYz7c9LWw/s320/_MG_1274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212198606623254690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFVzBt9M5tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ul_p6OW7Gzg/s1600-h/_MG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFVzBt9M5tI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ul_p6OW7Gzg/s320/_MG_1296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212198617104574162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFVzBz_ZEqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aWS_uChyhq0/s1600-h/_MG_1330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFVzBz_ZEqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/aWS_uChyhq0/s320/_MG_1330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212198618724373154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to see it, after learning about it for some length in Art History. People get disappointed when they see it because it's only about 25 feet tall, but it's an amazing structure. I absolutely loved it, but what they don't tell you is how many beetles there are. We were swarmed, constantly picking them out of our hair. The only other negative to Stonehenge in comparison to Avebury is that you have to stay behind a roped off area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent in Salisbury where we got to see the famous Salisbury Cathedral (aslo made familiar by Art History class) and we also roamed around the town a bit. Oh, and I definitely had my best veggie burger EVER there at a place called "Fish n Chips". It was super unhealthy, but made my stomach smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV39FuOnfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zMW9-6Yemww/s1600-h/_MG_1387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV39FuOnfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zMW9-6Yemww/s320/_MG_1387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212204035143015922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV398bjWVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M-kdmuDxB9k/s1600-h/_MG_1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV398bjWVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/M-kdmuDxB9k/s320/_MG_1362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212204049828632914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV3-bDeokI/AAAAAAAAAGU/slIJHHMbdwI/s1600-h/_MG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV3-bDeokI/AAAAAAAAAGU/slIJHHMbdwI/s320/_MG_1440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212204058049159746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV3_G8A-ZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sT6wyTmiCzs/s1600-h/_MG_1449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV3_G8A-ZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sT6wyTmiCzs/s320/_MG_1449.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212204069829015954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV3_q66-PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IaqOTU1cTME/s1600-h/_MG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFV3_q66-PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/IaqOTU1cTME/s320/_MG_1507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212204079488104690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;attid=0.1&amp;disp=inline&amp;view=att&amp;th=11a7a7c0309455b5"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=1&amp;attid=0.1&amp;disp=inline&amp;view=att&amp;th=11a7a7c0309455b5" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to tell, but I must get started on the 11 papers due this week. Woo finals!! Tomorrow is our last real day out for a site-study trip :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And quick highlight of my day today: going to Abbey Road (we definitely took the tourist photo) and seeing another Shakespeare play at the Globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;-Hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-4180552705609338015?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4180552705609338015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=4180552705609338015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/4180552705609338015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/4180552705609338015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/06/avebury-amesbury-salisbury.html' title='Avebury, Amesbury &amp; Salisbury'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SFVy_5YwuUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/XolT-Ja_qWI/s72-c/_MG_1247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-3649536937633212369</id><published>2008-06-08T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:25:28.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skye-lander</title><content type='html'>Hello all! For those of you I was supposed to call, I apologize. We just made it back to London from Skye, Scotland. It was mind blowingly beautiful. I will make a post about it, but with the 12 hour train ride today I am pretty tired and I've got a big day tomorrow in the city. I just wanted you to know I'm safe and had a wonderful time. Goodnight! And by the way, the title of this post is just one of many puns I've come up with dealing with "Skye"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-3649536937633212369?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3649536937633212369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=3649536937633212369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3649536937633212369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3649536937633212369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/06/skye-lander.html' title='Skye-lander'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-6503694305773475442</id><published>2008-06-03T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:10:00.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site study trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos photos photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cell phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>London's Mine</title><content type='html'>Look! I finally added photos -  in sequential, album form! click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2090093&amp;amp;l=34998&amp;amp;id=21907984"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to view them from my Facebook - Or just go to &lt;span&gt;http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2090093&amp;amp;l=34998&amp;amp;id=21907984. Whichever. They are photos from take off and our first day or two out in the city. Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working on getting a few postcards to you guys. Also, I'm still up for receiving letters! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our trip to St. Paul's Cathedral, the first Protestant Cathedral in England. It's very spatious in everyway, unlike some of the other churches we've visited. Every part of it is very open and naturally lit. The Dome is definitely the most attractive part of the design and I started to get dizzy just looking up at it. Like other cathedrals and museums, photography was not permitted, and like other cathedrals and museums we've visited, I managed to sneak a few. After that experience, Amanda and I had an awkward moment as we attempted to get our photo together on the front steps. Let's just say she tends to fall into me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After St. Paul's we crossed the Millennium Bridge and talked about it for awhile before heading to the Tate Modern. Since Pizza Express was not so express, we only got to see the inside of the museum for about 15 minutes. What I saw was great, so we're definitely going back there to explore. We ended the day with some more English rain and a walk across the Tower Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait until this weekend. It's our long weekend, since we get Friday off. Most people are going to Dublin or Paris, but Amanda (and 2 others in the group, Kathleen and Nathan) and I are going to &lt;a href="http://www.skye.co.uk/"&gt;Skye, Scotland&lt;/a&gt;. We still have to figure out the details with the train and hostels there, so I'm guessing it's going to run up the bill a bit. But it's SCOTLAND! And we were told Skye Isle is a wonderful place, so I'm sure it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we have to be ready to leave at a grueling 7AM to travel to Avebury and Salisbury. I'm ready for a day in the countryside of England and I have no idea what to expect. After the site study trip is our second group dinner, marking the middle of the program. I cannot believe it's almost half over already. I've become accustomed to the flow of the city, the sirens, the people, the food, I can't imagine being back in America quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer a few specific questions about life in London:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cell phones&lt;/span&gt; - called mobiles here, and people here are just as attached to them as they are in the States. Since most people go through their day as if only they existed, there aren't too many unspoken rules of etiquette I've picked up on. Most don't use them in the underground, but that may be because service is so poor. I wouldn't even say the English are any quieter on their mobiles, just maybe more respectful of a quiet area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;city travel&lt;/span&gt; - like many other cities that use a subway/underground/metro system, the London underground has the choice of getting tickets or a scanning card. We have cards (called oyster cards) that are scan-able for use of the tube or the bus systems. It's cheaper than buying weekly tickets and more efficient since it's faster to scan a card rather than feeding in a ticket - and trust me, you want it to be fast when gobs of people are rushing to get to their platform. So you go to the tube station, scan the card and the doors let you through - same goes for exiting as well. If you get through without scanning (which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;be done), you are at risk of a fine if they do a random check, and those don't happen often. The oyster card works the same for the buses, but it's harder to sneak on since the drivers keep an eye on who scans their card. Buses are a neat experience, but I prefer the tube, even though it's hotter and dirtier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt; - Sure bangers and mash or fish and chips don't seem like fantastic meals, but that's British food for ya. I have not eaten any of these meals, but the pub food I have tried is fried, boiled and deliciously bad for you - especially at the Irish pub. Since London is full of European immigrants, there is literally every type of ethnic food available and it sure is good. It is kind of a joke that is said around here that the national dish is the Indian dish, chicken tikki masala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Even the "fast food" is great because they are usually sandwich shops that are chains like EAT, Enjoy, or my personal favourite, &lt;a href="http://www.pret.com/"&gt;Pret a Manger&lt;/a&gt;. They make various sandwiches daily and it works kind of like a classy grab and go. All of these places, inluding the ethnic foods have a lot more vegetarian options as well. They are creative and really yummy - also properly labeled. The grocery stores have a lot of the same general selections, but with most animal products and other things being organic. The best thing I have eaten so far would have to be either the pasta at the pub or the avacado, spinach, tomato, cheese, yogurt wrap I had today at Pret. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; - Our flat does technically have wireless, but it is awful strength and mostly annoys me. Only one of the guys has a computer here, and I'm the only other one with internet access because I can access it through my iPod, however this is a huge distraction and I try to make Amanda break my habit. So we've mostly been going to the i-caf to update and such. 1 pound per hour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone is diong well. Thanks again for the comments, I love it! Please check out my first batch of photos by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2090093&amp;amp;l=34998&amp;amp;id=21907984"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-6503694305773475442?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/6503694305773475442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=6503694305773475442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/6503694305773475442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/6503694305773475442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/06/londons-mine.html' title='London&apos;s Mine'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-4245215105208755825</id><published>2008-06-01T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:37:23.490-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos photos photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galleries'/><title type='text'>Gallery Hop</title><content type='html'>Short post, but picture previews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and I went to 4 galleries here in London yesterday. The National Gallery, National Portrait Gallery, the Photographer's Gallery and the Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum. It was so overwhelming seeing amazing works of art. Tomorrow we'll visit the Tate Modern with the group as a part of our site study trip, which I'm very excited about. Today was spent getting started on the 10 papers I have due this week. Also, I have a novel to start, finish and write a paper on by wednesday. Amanda, Laura and I spent about 5 hours at our favourite pub, the Duke of York writing papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend went very quickly and was productive, yet I'm still not ahead. Friday we went back down to covent gardens and found a cool place to hang out with everyone. Last night was a good old fashioned dance party in our flat, then ended with some good conversation with friends -- and we finally got music to play on our speakers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want postcards, please e-mail me your address to hopkins.hillary@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mom &amp;amp; terry, I got the email and I'll answer the questions ASAP - they're good ones, keep 'em comin! I love all you Yanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some obligatory shots of the last few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEe_PU1CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jbLvd7NeXEA/s1600-h/CIMG4547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEe_PU1CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jbLvd7NeXEA/s320/CIMG4547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207080893332902946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mind the Gap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEffPU1DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4pjlRFodGc4/s1600-h/CIMG3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEffPU1DI/AAAAAAAAAFE/4pjlRFodGc4/s320/CIMG3891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207080901922837554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  My Flatmates on the tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEfvPU1EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oAw3Ndq8hvw/s1600-h/CIMG4211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEfvPU1EI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oAw3Ndq8hvw/s320/CIMG4211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207080906217804866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  On Millennium Bridge going to the Globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEf_PU1FI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BkyLg0TcimY/s1600-h/CIMG4326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEf_PU1FI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BkyLg0TcimY/s320/CIMG4326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207080910512772178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Tower Bridge from the Ferry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEgPPU1GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0N6xpNcboO8/s1600-h/CIMG4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEgPPU1GI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0N6xpNcboO8/s320/CIMG4441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207080914807739490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-4245215105208755825?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4245215105208755825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=4245215105208755825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/4245215105208755825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/4245215105208755825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/06/gallery-hop.html' title='Gallery Hop'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SENEe_PU1CI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jbLvd7NeXEA/s72-c/CIMG4547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-3609353444421731153</id><published>2008-05-29T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T18:00:49.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greenwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen victoria and prince albert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>New Glue</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to believe that the business here is going to be non-stop. We've seen some magnificent things so far this week, but it has been one of the most exhausting. Our schedule has been getting up between 7:30-8am and being out until later in the afternoon and not finishing homework until 2 or 3am. I'm hoping to manage my time better, as I would love to have time to go out and just sit or photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was AMAZING to say the least. We had our first time in an actual classroom for a few hours to discuss what we've done so far (and also attempt to learn some very elementary engineering). After that we went to a nearby university called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AIU&lt;/span&gt; (American Intercontinental University - London)and visited their arts program. We got to look at some fantastic sample work and talk to some students (a few of which were from the States) about their experiences. The idea is that many students get two undergraduate art degrees - one in American and one here, so the students ranged from 18-25. I spoke with two students, one in photography whose work just blew my mind. Sure he's paying $170,000 in debt, but the opportunities the school provides are unbelievable. The other student is planning on staying in London and is already making a great wage. Their exhibition opening is tonight, but I will have to get to see it later. That night, we went as a group  to see Shakespeare's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Mid-Summer Night's Dream&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;at the famous Globe Theatre. It honestly went beyond my expectations. Everything was so well done, the acting, costumes, ambiance, music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just being at the Globe made it the all better. It's an open roof amphitheater with all of the original design elements. We had great seats, right beside the stage in a balcony-type area. I wasn't expecting it, but I laughed until I just about cried. Shakespeare sure was kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pervy&lt;/span&gt; and the actors put a great sense of physical comedy into it. After it was over, our section walked out and it was dark, of course. The view of the Millennium Bridge over the Thames looked magnificent with St. Paul's Cathedral standing beyond the other side of the river. We walked to the tube in awe of the sites and in true London fashion, it began to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so exhausted on Wednesday because of the eventful Tuesday and gobs of homework to do. Amanda and I go on lock down in our room so we can write our papers. Last night was another one of those times because it was so tempting to go out and watch the England v. America football game. A few of the guys went to the game and said it was great even though we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we visited Greenwich (the beginning of time!) where I saw the Prime Meridian. I think if I could ever live in the city of London itself, it would have to be in Greenwich. It's so beautiful with large green spaces, river views, quaint houses and great shops. We took a ferry back to Westminster that was very chilly, but also lovely as we passed under the Tower Bridge and various beautiful homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Amanda and I were eating our four cheese frozen pizza on our beds while writing papers, my loose lateral incisor fell out. I knew it was going to happen since it started to come loose after I arrived here. It was quite funny though, scaring the crap out of Amanda and the rest of my flatmates. I couldn't get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ahold&lt;/span&gt; of Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stoner&lt;/span&gt; so I found a Doctor on my own and told Sean about my situation. Since I wasn't in pain, I went to the site study trips until my appointment today. I felt a little embarrassed about the situation, but more embarrassed that Sean lent me fifty pounds so I didn't have to travel back to my flat. I was a little nervous getting there on my own from the South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt; Museum since I had never truly been alone in the city. I found my tube station, connecting line just fine. I got the tooth re cemented and now I have my smile again! woo! I met back up with the rest of the group at the Victoria &amp;amp; Albert Museum where I was once again blown away by the art I got to experience. I literally saw my favourite photographers of all time (William &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Eggleston&lt;/span&gt;, Alfred Stieglitz, Julia Margaret Cameron, Joel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Meyerowitz&lt;/span&gt;). I'm definitely going back to get a better look - and to see that piece by Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'll refer you to &lt;a href="http://amandastravellog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda's blog&lt;/a&gt; for some photos until I can get my own up here. I'm beginning to really miss my family &amp;amp; friends, even though I couldn't be happier about being here. Your comments really mean a lot to me! I ran up the phone bill last night by catching up with my Liz and it really made me miss home. I'll get to spend my 21st there celebrating though. Annie, I'll be sure to update for you as much as possible :) and I saw a blown glass vase today with kitties on it and it made me think of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.icanhascheezburger.com"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LOLcats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...I'm pretty sure it's just you and Emily who will appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from London!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-3609353444421731153?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3609353444421731153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=3609353444421731153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3609353444421731153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3609353444421731153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-glue.html' title='New Glue'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-1264652733911766092</id><published>2008-05-26T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:27:25.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site study trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='britishness'/><title type='text'>When in London...</title><content type='html'>Apologies for the various typos, I'm typing on my iPod and can't easily make revisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days have been incredibly busy and I have hardly had time to explain what I have really been doing do far. The weekdays are busy with site study trips, which are the equivalent of classes. 4 out of the 5 days we go out in the city with our group of 20 students and 4 faculty members (spouses sometimes included). We have carefully planned out itineraries that correspond nicely with our mass amounts of daily readings. As the city is our primary text in this program, there is a great deal of hands on learning and visual application. Everyday we meet in the lobby of our building and leave promptly at 9am and finish up around 2-3 in the afternoon. The day consists of the entire group trying to keep up with Sean (as he is the primary leader and extremely fast paced walker). We go to not one, but many sites in the city and make various stops to hear what the teachers have to tell us. Sometimes we stop along busy streets or quieter sections of parks and churches, so that can feel kind of strange. We have already seen so much that it feels overwhelming to try and explain. The idea is to learn about the city in an integrated way. This includes ideas of history, literature, architecture/engineering and aesthetics/art in London. Our trips are usually to specific sections of the city. As it would be impossible to do a completely chronological tour of the city, we instead learn each area and kind of make connections as we travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was our first site study trip and our itinerary included Westminster (Parliament &amp;amp; st. George's tower), Whitehall, the London Eye (which was unfortunately closed), Bank, Lloyd's, Swiss Re and Liverpool street. We took our first double decker bus home and Amanda and I got the two front seats on the upper level. I thought so many times that we were going to hit a pedestrian or bicyclist! Friday included sites like Monument, Magnus, London bridge (not to be confused with the tower bridge), Chespside, Guildhall, the museum of London, St. Bart's, Smithfield and Barbican. That may not make too much sense, but pictures should help when I get the chance to post some. We have also seen various beautiful churches inside and out as well as parks and squares. My favourite from this day was Postman's park, which appears in the movie, Closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night made a splash into the awesome weekend ahead. The girls in my flat and I went to the national portrait gallery to see the vanity fair photographs on exhibit. We got all dressed up and made the mistake of wearing heels like the rest of the London women do on a daily basis. It was so great seeing some of my favourite photographer's work and so many iconic images of the last 90 years in portraiture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the return to the flat and a quick reunion at the pub with the rest of our group, some of us decided to go dancing. We went to an over priced, but happening place in Leicester Square and danced the night away. We all got to bond and it was nice how much we looked out for one another. Saturday was an attempt at doing homework all day then a trip to the Covent Gardens area that had a great trendy place where we all danced our faces off again. That night was our first experience with getting caught in the English rain - I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To answer a few questions I know my parents had:&lt;br /&gt;I have not noticed the prices of petrol (gasoline) here, but it is undoubtedly expensive. Public transport is thecwsy to go. Our oyster cards take us all over central London (zones 1&amp;amp;2) in either the underground or by bus. There are a lot of cyclists here, not for fun, but as a means of travel and they fly fhrough the streets alongside the buses. Of course, the wealthy and extremely poor do not take public transportation, but it seems like the best way for most to travel. They do pretty well trying to promote energy conservation and environmental issues. Recycling us relatively easy and there are even a few "charging posts" for electric cars. Many of the new buildings are also made environmentally friendly - look up the Gerken, it's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I have observed, the British do like their personal space. On the tube, especially in the busy mornings, they keep to themselves. Most read a book or the newspaper or listen to music. I try to do the same, but it's difficult in a large group. Even when I think I'm being quiet, I can still recognize the low roar of our American voices. I hate being labeled as "another loud yank" but I can see where londoners would come to that conclusion, especially after dealing with tourists daily. I have met some friendly, or at least curious British people. It's difficult to tell when they might be making fun of you since they seem to still be polite while carrying on a conversation. The pharmacist in a local drug store chatted with amanda and I about our upcoming presidential election. I was truly blown away by how&lt;br /&gt;much he knew about American politics. He jokingly(?) assumed we were voting for McCain and supported the Bush administration. Another funny thing was wgen I talked to a guy from Yorkshire and when he didn't understand me he kept saying "say again, in English." I have found some uncomfortable situations with ordering food, too but I'm learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I predicted, my temporary lateral incisor has come loose. It's still in place but can feeely move. If you ever need a periodontis, I urge you to go to dr. Jason stoner. I'm saying this because he is definitely kindly getting me through this problem and calling in favors for me, even overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's trip was primarily centered around paddingtin station. I think this may be my favourite underground/train station so far. It's another rainy day and I regret bringing my rainboots and a waterproof coat. Oh well, bring on the showers! I have 7 papers total due this week and 2 to finish fit tonight so time to go at last! Amanda is currently reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a midsummer night's dream in preparation for seeing it tomorrow night at the Globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said it before, but picture to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-1264652733911766092?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/1264652733911766092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=1264652733911766092' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/1264652733911766092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/1264652733911766092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-in-london.html' title='When in London...'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-3654161343274872093</id><published>2008-05-24T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:19:56.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update?</title><content type='html'>I'm dumb and forgot to bring my converter to the internet cafe, which I need to upload photos. check out &lt;a href="http://amandastravellog.blogspot.com"&gt;Amanda's blog&lt;/a&gt; for a pretty good update and some photos so far. Also, I have too much homework and 40 seconds left on the internet to make a real post. Love love love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-3654161343274872093?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3654161343274872093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=3654161343274872093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3654161343274872093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3654161343274872093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='Update?'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-3039677191396083361</id><published>2008-05-22T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:58:14.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Arrived in London</title><content type='html'>Sorry for this short, unorganized post, but the internet cafe is currently closing on me, so porper updating and details will come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and I made it here in Central London yesterday around noon after a series of strange events. First, our flight to North Carolina was delayed so much because of storms that we were going to miss our connecting flight to London. We were so stressed out about it, but luckily we got a new flight to Philidelphia, then to London-Heathrow. The best part was, they upgrtaded us to first class on accident. It was AMAZING. I felt like a celebrity and Amanda and I didn't quite know how to handle the treatment (or the space). Getting free drinks and fabulous meals while reclining in a chair all the way to London was a great way to travel. We didn't sleep much since we were so excited and overwhelmed by the service. We had the works, champagne, warm nuts, hot towels, cheesecake and comfort. Besides the stupid pressure headaches I get from fllying, it was definitely my best flying experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we arrived at the airport, we easily found our luggage, went to the underground station to get our oyster cards and got a taxi to our flat. We were instantly greeted by the busy city. Since we arrived later than planned, we missed the group tour around our neighborhood with the faculty, so Dr. Hume gave the 4 late-comers a short version tour. The situation in the flat is probably the best it could be. The girls are split up into 2 groups and our flat consists of me, Amanda, Kelsie, Allison and Laura. We have two full bathrooms, a kitchen with tiny appliances and a living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, we had a group gathering at Al-dar, a Lebanese eatery that was fantastic. Dr. Saliba recommended some great dishes for us to try, and it helped that the waiter looked like a Middle Eastern Version of Shia Lebeouf. After dinner, the last game of the Euro Cup in football began and the whole city gathered in the pubs to watch. After our flatmates and I got groceries and unpacked, we met up with other UD students at the Duke of Yorke pub and had a pint of Stella Artois (Annie- this reminded me of you and Alex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our first real day in the city. I'll explain more later, but it was stressful, overwhelming and fun learning on the city streets with a group of 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, My top worries (in order) of this trip so far are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Crossing the street&lt;br /&gt;-Homework&lt;br /&gt;-Money&lt;br /&gt;-My loose tooth falling out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw so much that it's really difficult to sort it out right now with 3 minutes remaining. I'll write later, but I love and miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love me, please don't call or text me unless it's really important because it costs so much to use my mobile (although Courtney and Brandon, I did get your texts and I enjoyed them very much!) - my number should be the same, but you may have to include the country code (001) and if I do not answer, leave a voicemail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-3039677191396083361?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/3039677191396083361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=3039677191396083361' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3039677191396083361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/3039677191396083361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/05/weve-arrived-in-london.html' title='We&apos;ve Arrived in London'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-8933982100325533680</id><published>2008-05-17T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:37:24.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>10 Random Things I Learned in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reading 3 novels on vacation is an unrealistic goal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traveling alone is surprisingly fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything really is bigger in Texas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While taking long, indulgent showers is nice at times, it's even more pointless in Texas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing a rainbow still makes me just as happy as it did when I was a kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being sick isn't half as bad when your best friend is down and out with you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veggie hot dogs are the shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Southern hospitality isn't a complete myth, but neither is racism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Courtney can in fact, make a good spaghetti dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strangers fascinate me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC-7s0-f55I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BSDp5m7GGts/s1600-h/houstonflight1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC-7s0-f55I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BSDp5m7GGts/s320/houstonflight1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201582473445631890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC-7tU-f56I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fokwRyVGtQM/s1600-h/houstonflight2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC-7tU-f56I/AAAAAAAAAEE/fokwRyVGtQM/s320/houstonflight2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201582482035566498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC-7tk-f57I/AAAAAAAAAEM/in6WJ1mSQ5c/s1600-h/houston+flight+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC-7tk-f57I/AAAAAAAAAEM/in6WJ1mSQ5c/s320/houston+flight+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201582486330533810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The flight home was great. I couldn't stop looking out of the window as if it were my first time flying. At night when the clouds cleared, I could see the cities. The masses of light lined up looked like the pac-dots that &lt;a href="http://www.softpicks.net/screenshots/Pacman.gif"&gt;pac-man&lt;/a&gt; has to eat as he goes through the maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days until London!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-8933982100325533680?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/8933982100325533680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=8933982100325533680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/8933982100325533680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/8933982100325533680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-random-things-i-learned-in-texas.html' title='10 Random Things I Learned in Texas'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC-7s0-f55I/AAAAAAAAAD8/BSDp5m7GGts/s72-c/houstonflight1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-450685086308508285</id><published>2008-05-15T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:37:24.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greyhound'/><title type='text'>Road Trip to Texas</title><content type='html'>Before I head off to London, I figured a trip to see one of my best friends, Courtney was in order. Courtney's wedding was at the beginning of February and I haven't seen her since. Actually, this has probably been the longest we've gone without seeing one another. Being so far apart from each other has been difficult in some respects, but we've been talking on the phone more than ever. With all of the expenses this summer will bring, I opted for a bus ticket down to Texas. Against my parents' preference, I got a round trip ticket from Dayton to Killeen. I have never been on a Greyhound before and I wasn't sure what I was getting myself in to, but I was excited and ready for whatever adventure the 27 hour bus ride had in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I learned what to do (and not to do) very quickly as I traveled. When I first got on the bus (that headed straight to Dallas) I sat by a guy who was my age. A group around him included twenty somethings that were very chatty. They didn't know one another, but it was interesting to see how they were already like a group of friends. It was nice to talk to them and hear about their lives, even though after a while I just wanted to listen to music and look out the window. I began to feel almost embarrassed for having luxuries like a car and a college education. The people I had talked to were my age and they had jobs and children to support. I guess more than anything, their stories made me thankful that I have the opportunities that I do, like traveling abroad for example. I never told anyone I was a first timer on the bus, but I assume this group knew since they gave me helpful pointers at my first stop. One thing I didn't expect was how much the bus stops. Most of the stops were Greyhound stations in other major cities, in which we had to get off of the bus (even in the middle of the night). The cities I can remember stopping in are: Cincinnati, Louisville, Bowling Green, Elizabethtown, Nashville, Memphis, Little Rock and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;, Dallas. I felt like I was in Tennessee for an eternity. We had an hour layover there where I began talking to an older woman from Dayton who was also going to Dallas. We talked about our families and our hopefulness for the improvement of Dayton. It surprised me, but she almost exclusively uses Greyhound for travel. She went on about how comfortable and nice her experiences have been. For mostly the rest of the trip I had the two seats for myself. I had a Mexican-American from NYC sit by me for awhile and she was very kind. Then at night I sat by a man who was wearing a &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=texas+tuxedo"&gt;Texas tuxedo&lt;/a&gt; with a horseshoe mustache, who was very polite and gave me both seats as soon as possible. Since I finally bought an &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodtouch/features.html"&gt;iPod&lt;/a&gt;, I had fun finding music to match my experiences - mostly Johny Cash, Bob Dylan, Wilco and Th' Legendary Shack Shakers did the trick. We arrived in Dallas at 6:45am (the time of my next scheduled departure), so I missed my bus to Waco&gt;Killeen. After the mix up and waiting for almost 2 hours, I got rescheduled to go to Austin, where Courtney graciously picked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0pIE-f50I/AAAAAAAAADU/gq9tNz7FKdM/s1600-h/texas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0pIE-f50I/AAAAAAAAADU/gq9tNz7FKdM/s320/texas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200858363434362690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0pvk-f51I/AAAAAAAAADc/0JEdrdAeTtY/s1600-h/texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0pvk-f51I/AAAAAAAAADc/0JEdrdAeTtY/s320/texas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200859042039195474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO happy to be in Texas at last! I missed Courtney so much and it was nice to see the city with her. It's been so beautiful here, until recently - nearly 100 degrees on most days. The sun is closer and the sky feels even more expansive. The medians are full of these incredible wildflowers I've never seen in Ohio. They're all over and I saw purple, white and red wildflowers. I've even seen palm trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0qnk-f52I/AAAAAAAAADk/kGHSB9y5zfY/s1600-h/texas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0qnk-f52I/AAAAAAAAADk/kGHSB9y5zfY/s320/texas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200860004111869794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything, this week and a half in Central Texas has been very relaxing. I've spent a lot of time with Courtney and Orry, doing various things. My time here has been spent catching up with them, reminiscing, watching movies, laying in the sun and shopping. We've eaten out at so many fabulous new restaurants. I've had Italian, Mexican, French, Japanese and Korean food - who would have thought I'd get such multi-cultural cuisine? Courtney and Orry also have quite a spread here, even for my Vegetarian needs. They've been great hosts and their couch is so comfortable. Part of the time the idea of my best friend being married and having a completely different life does not surprise me at all. In fact, at times it seems so natural. Other times I still think it's completely weird and I'm just waiting for Ron and Kathy to come in. I know most people don't want to hear "you're just like your mother," but Courtney really is in some respects so much like her mom (which she wouldn't deny). The items in their refrigerator, the decor, the cleanliness, all remind me of being at the Wykoff's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0qzU-f53I/AAAAAAAAADs/Bq9Vyq8NGA8/s1600-h/texas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0qzU-f53I/AAAAAAAAADs/Bq9Vyq8NGA8/s320/texas3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200860205975332722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0qzk-f54I/AAAAAAAAAD0/OeDYgwnhc_A/s1600-h/texas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0qzk-f54I/AAAAAAAAAD0/OeDYgwnhc_A/s320/texas4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200860210270300034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be back in Dayton by now, but I'm staying until Saturday. I went to catch the bus at 1am in [scary] downtown &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killeen,_Texas"&gt;Killeen&lt;/a&gt;, but when we finally made it through the stormy weather, the station appeared to be closed. Courtney had to be at the hospital since she's getting her gallbladder removed so I could not catch any of the returning buses that would get me back in less than 40 hours. I'm not above riding the bus, but 40 hours is pretty ridiculous. I have my parents to thank for getting me a flight home (Terry came to my rescue in this one). At least now, I can stay here and get caught up with all of my readings in preparation for London. It's also good that Orry and I can be here for Courtney post-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be a lot cooler the rest of my stay here. The lightning storms I've experienced are completely different from those in Ohio. The raining and the storms lasted throughout the night and into the next day. The wind blew up to 60mph in some areas and the rain sent an instant flood in the streets. The lightning was the most incredible because it's continuous and completely surrounds you. I've been spoiled with the intense heat here, I'll need to get used to moderate London temperatures soon. Only 5 more days in the States and I couldn't be happier about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on an unrelated note...yay for &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7403547.stm"&gt;progress!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-450685086308508285?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/450685086308508285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=450685086308508285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/450685086308508285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/450685086308508285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/05/road-trip-to-texas.html' title='Road Trip to Texas'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SC0pIE-f50I/AAAAAAAAADU/gq9tNz7FKdM/s72-c/texas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-515679335826272515.post-4330152340484200640</id><published>2008-04-30T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:25:10.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><title type='text'>LDN = 3 Weeks</title><content type='html'>In three weeks from today, I will be starting classes in London, England. I absolutely cannot wait. As finals week is coming to an end I find myself getting more and more anxious. There are so many loose ends to tie up at this point in the semester and so much still to do in preparation for London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is definitely one for travel. So far the master plan is to finish up school this Friday, then move back home. On the 7th I'll be taking my first trip to Texas to see my married friends for a week, which is very exciting. After my return back to OH I'll be scrambling to pack and get ready for Europe. My itinerary is to arrive in London on May 20th and spend 4 weeks there until June 21st. After the program is over, my fellow study abroad flatmate, photo major and future roommate, &lt;a href="http://amandastravellog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda Baker&lt;/a&gt; will be traveling with me to a few other European countries. From June 21-28th we will see France, Switzerland and lastly, Ireland. We'll be back in the States just in time for my 21st birthday on June 29th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get back I hope to work at least a little while I'm at home. The end of summer might have another trip or two in store for me. Besides the occasional trip to my alma mater in Lancaster, I hope to visit another photo friend of mine who is residing in Boston for the summer. I'm not sure how that will work out, but it's an idea. A family vacation with my sister, dad and step-mom is also in the works. We'll likely go hiking in the Smokey Mountains in North Carolina for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I need to focus on finishing up with finals and saying goodbye to UD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/515679335826272515-4330152340484200640?l=hillarytravels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/feeds/4330152340484200640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=515679335826272515&amp;postID=4330152340484200640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/4330152340484200640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/515679335826272515/posts/default/4330152340484200640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillarytravels.blogspot.com/2008/04/ldn-3-weeks.html' title='LDN = 3 Weeks'/><author><name>Hillary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17045210261617895492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KnFAHacbFyc/SgT3o9TSWRI/AAAAAAAAAZk/zJBDBDYzNFQ/S220/3246_559566936430_21907984_34284627_5730355_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
