<?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-3963651619862478848</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:10:43.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London: Going Broke and Loving It!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-8906633654835281959</id><published>2008-07-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T14:32:17.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Ten: Final Boarding Call</title><content type='html'>Last week, last chance to run around London! My friends and I went to Trafalgar Square for the last time and went a little camera crazy. We went to my favorite restaurant … Wagamama! We also went back to my favorite spot to sit in all of London… next to the River Thames, with Tower Bridge on my right, and Queen’s Walk right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228847998891293154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SJCZjSZteeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rNTZdzBjpvQ/s320/mai+10.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Our crazy farewell to Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228848520748710114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SJCaBqeNuOI/AAAAAAAAAME/FETwSIgdLik/s320/mai+10.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My favorite spot -- a walk down Queens Way near Tower Bridge &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228849085482508002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SJCaiiRPnuI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ImZHl6vOS6w/s320/mai+10.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;London Bridge... lit up in pink??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This past week I also did a few firsts, though. On Friday, I saw the musical Avenue Q with Alisa, which was absolutely hilarious and managed to scare me even more about graduating from college next year. The story was like a grown up version of Sesame Street, and the main character basically discovered that he wouldn’t be able to “be everything you want to be” like kids are taught earlier on and he spent the whole time being confused and trying to find his “purpose.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228850186643803666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SJCbioajjhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VKOI-w0GSzI/s320/mai+10.4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside the theater of Avenue Q!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Saturday, I finally went to some outdoor markets, like Green Market and Borough Market… I love free food samples! After we spent too much money at some clothing store on the way to Camden Market, Alisa and I decided not to go to any more markets, to save ourselves from immediate bankruptcy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228851463192918466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SJCcs77lOcI/AAAAAAAAAMk/qmcoDzquYms/s320/mai+10.6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Free samples at the market! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228852155275772306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SJCdVOI_gZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nGxYkWwekEo/s320/mai+10.7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yay for hot dogs and sauerkraut! Yummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;On Friday, I went to lunch at a Thai place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(oh how I LOVE THAI FOOD) with a coworker of mine, Shaluki. We got carried away with talking and I think that she stayed out for lunch longer than she should have but if I have learned anything, it’s that it is OKAY to take a long lunch sometimes... we’re in the UK! Come on, gotta take advantage of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My last week at the internship was probably the most relaxed yet. I kept working on putting together info on Saudi Arabia, Dubai, and Qatar for Martin, updated the invitee list for the two UKTI luncheons in Beijing, and we had a meeting about Sport Accord 2009, to be taking place in Denver. Andy and I had a short meeting with a UKTI employee from the southeast region about putting on a road show this fall. It made me sort of sad that I wouldn’t still be working there because it would have been quite an experience seeing the planning of the road show through from the beginning to the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On my last day at my internship, several coworkers and I went to eat lunch out at St. James’s Park like we did the first week that I was here. Andy bought me my lunch, an Italian prosciutto baguette and chocolate mousse from Pret-a-manger! Yum. Right before I had to go, Andy made a little speech in front of the other coworkers that I became friends with over the past 8 weeks and gave me a card that was signed by everyone AND a Time Out Madrid book (I’m headed to Madrid for the fall semester to study abroad, so it was quite thoughtful). Somewhere during Andy’s short speech I managed to break into tears (just for 10 seconds, don’t give me that look) and had to run away briefly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I flew back to California on Sunday (yesterday), on a flight that took about 11 hours. Not too bad, I suppose, considering I managed to get in a couple hours of sleep and watched three movies. Maybe four. By the time I got through customs, waited ages for my luggage to come out, and squeezed past other people to make it through the exit… I was SO READY to go home! My brother and mom were at the airport and after hugging them I declared that I must be the one to drive home (I am always the driver for family car trips anyway, I seem to like driving the most out of anyone). Oh, 405 freeway, how I missed you. It was even better because the traffic gods seemed to favor us and we got home in good time. My mom immediately put some home-cooked Vietnamese food on the stove… and today we’re going to my favorite sushi place for dinner. THAT is what home is for. Food. And okay, people that I missed to death while being away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is difficult to be too nostalgic when I still have so much to look forward to… I can’t wait to see my cousins here, my friends here, and get in plenty of that food that I can’t seem to stop talking about this entire time. In 12 days I am flying to Montreal and staying for 3 weeks, my original hometown and favorite place in the world to this day, despite all of the places that I’ve managed to see in the past 2 ½ months. I will visit even more family there, and roam around as I have been this summer, and revisit old places that I loved to go to. After that, I am headed to Madrid for my fall semester study abroad program, and that is bound to be quite the experience. So basically, I’m taking a 5 week break from Europe, only to come back for more. And with more trips ahead, I can’t help but procrastinate on feeling sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the end, I realized I was actually quite sad to leave my internship site – I can’t explain what a great group of people my coworkers were to the fullest, although I have attempted plenty of times to tell bits and pieces of my experience with them through previous blog entries. What I have learned through my traveling is that what made a place memorable for me are the people that I associate with it. It is the same reason I fell in love with Guadalajara, Mexico (where I studied for six weeks last summer). All of these places that I’ve visited – London, Prague, Rome, Paris, Cairo – were spectacular in its own right, unique and impressive, and all that jazz. But I loved having London as my home base, I loved feeling like I lived there instead of just visiting, and the people that I met there made it the greatest part of the trip for me. To all of the people I met while traveling and working this past summer (especially my crazy coworkers Andy, Martin, Andrew, Sarah, Kate, Gary, Shaluki, David, Simon, and Ivan) – thanks for making my experience one that was worth every single cent-that-suffered-a-horrible-two-to-one-exchange-rate that I had to pay to have!!! I don’t regret a thing, and that is the most important factor of all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228850780038196178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SJCcFK-za9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/908cL-PeaFc/s320/mai+10.5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;London Eye, Big Ben, and House of Parliament&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-8906633654835281959?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8906633654835281959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=8906633654835281959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/8906633654835281959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/8906633654835281959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-ten-final-boarding-call.html' title='Week Ten: Final Boarding Call'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SJCZjSZteeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/rNTZdzBjpvQ/s72-c/mai+10.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-1512858622727306943</id><published>2008-07-21T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T09:35:57.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Nine: Skipping over Europe, landing in Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a shorter week at my internship than usual, because on Wednesday afternoon I flew from London to Cairo! (Meaning I didn’t work on Thursday). I did some more work for Martin about the Gulf Region, and for Andrew regarding the Beijing Olympics. All in all, a very relaxed week in the office. On Tuesday, I actually couldn’t even make it into the office… latent stomach flu from Paris, it turned out. We ate so many things in Paris, I can’t even begin to guess what it could have been. Basically, I spent Tuesday either trying to lay deadly still in bed or making a run for it to the sink… not a fun day. My roommate Jessica was nice enough to buy me some ginger tea bags so I could make tea and I drank about a gallon of it that night. Then I brought in more tea bags to my internship the next day and spent my day sipping ginger tea while doing my tasks… luckily for me, the sickness was gone by the time I landed in Egypt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cairo was quite an experience, to say the least! The closest experience I’ve had to Cairo is when I visited Saigon (err… “Ho Chi Minh City”), but even then there are some big differences. The driving there was outrageous… no one bothered to even look in their side view mirrors, roads with two lanes seemed like there were three because cars formed an extra one in between and just straddled the white dotted line. Half the time there weren’t even any lines, just a big space and it was just a big driving free-for-all. Pedestrians… oh wow. I have never seen so many pedestrians come within an inch of their lives so many times before. In Vietnam, yes, it’s quite dangerous too, but most of those vehicles are motorcycles, bicycles, or mopeds, not full on cars like in Cairo that could easily squish them like a bug. The streets are full and crowded most of the day, except for an interval around 4-6 am in the morning. They call New York City the city that never sleeps, but I’ve discovered that there are plenty of cities that never sleep… Cairo being one of them, hands down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My friend, Yehia, took me to see the Pyramids of Giza the morning after I arrived. He does not like doing tourist stuff, and I guess it’s understandable because he’s lived in Cairo all his life and it’s all normal for him, also because he’s travelled all over the world and somehow developed the idea that most hyped up places are nothing too amazing to him. However, he humored me. For our tour of the pyramids, I rode on a camel and he rode on a horse. My camel was named Moses and every time he sat down, he made me lurch forward and I was clinging on for dear life the whole time. It was a good leg muscle workout though. Worse was when he went into a gallop, and I was bouncing high off his hump and hitting my butt on the way down. All negligible facts, considering I RODE A CAMEL!&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225580807477728770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIT-Dt7PFgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QuUKgudfNqs/s320/mai+9.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pyramids of Giza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225831451807055250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIXiBI0F_ZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/P6uBgqiHY_o/s320/mai+9.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my camel Moses&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225831606024177906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIXiKHUUiPI/AAAAAAAAAK8/aTaw4vT_lIo/s320/mai+9.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Sphinx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225833544574970594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIXj68-2KuI/AAAAAAAAALE/DmIZzaW5y-g/s320/mai+9.4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;View of Cairo from the pyramids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a bunch of Yehia’s friends, some of whom are Americans living in Egypt because they are the sons and daughters of American diplomats working in the embassy. We all took a day trip out to the sea (where we, against my wishes, spent our time in a nice looking swimming pool instead… not so logical) and went for a nice dinner. There were so many of us that we actually had to take two cars, Yehia drove one and then he took one of his drivers to drive the other one. On the last night I was there, we also made plans with his friends to take a night time felukka (like a small sail boat) ride down the Nile River, and that was really nice and breezy, not to mention pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225844474841377762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIXt3LZbq-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FJ0Tm6vfcNw/s320/mai+9.10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sailing down the Nile River in a felukka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited the Khan Al-Khalili, the largest bazaar market in Cairo, where it was crowded and narrow. Vendors shouted a lot of things at me, and I suppose I should be happy I couldn’t understand them because they were calling me Yehia’s wife at certain points, then I would be Daniel’s wife at other points (Daniel is one of Yehia’s friends in Egypt who was with us at the time). I did understand when someone yelled at me in English, “Oh, lucky men!” and I finally realized what they were trying to say to me. It was an interesting experience at the Khan, and it’s not as if I have never been haggled before, so it wasn’t disturbing at all, just entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225834596794975010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIXk4MzpQyI/AAAAAAAAALM/w0yHQ2lwQeg/s320/mai+9.5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Khan Al-Khalili&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to Coptic Cairo, which is one of the oldest, if not the oldest part of the city. It is basically the remains of when the Romans were in Cairo and consists of some very old cathedrals (instead of mosques, like the rest of the city). Right outside Coptic Cairo, however, was the oldest mosque in Cairo, which we passed. It took us forever to find the right route to Coptic Cairo and we must have asked directions from at least seven different people on the street. This was one of the many times that we got lost in Cairo… even though Yehia has lived there all his life, his sense of direction is not any better because of it, but rather, it’s the same as it is when he is in San Diego – nonexistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225836777341656226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIXm3H-fHKI/AAAAAAAAALc/yCnQWnuTSm4/s320/mai+9.7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remnants of the Roman influence... the wall&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225841275321331538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIXq88QaL1I/AAAAAAAAALk/rOM1cGn6u1Y/s320/mai+9.8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Outside of the hanging cathedral, in Coptic Cairo&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225844195655682642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIXtm7WYClI/AAAAAAAAALs/1gVMuCNN-bw/s320/mai+9.9.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The oldest mosque in Cairo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was fed really well in Cairo, he made sure of it, as always. Between the fabulous food that his cook whipped up for us and the awesome restaurants we went to, I was never left hungry – which may also be a bad thing. I tried a lot of different Egyptian dishes and loved them all. Granted, I’m not hard to please when it comes to food, but I still stick by my story that Egyptian food is delicious. Yehia always says that many Egyptians are overweight/round/fat, and I can see why. Good thing my trip was short… I would probably soon join the ranks of those exact same Egyptians in terms of weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn’t like about Egyptian lifestyle is their tendency to be late. Though we did manage to do some really fun activities, before actually getting to do them was the part I will now call waiting-in-the-car-in-front-of-people’s-houses-for-them-to-come-down-almost-an-hour-later-when-they-said-they-were-coming-in-five-minutes. Believe it or not, this happened more than once. Yehia said that his friends usually know better than this and that I came on a bad weekend but later he admitted that Egyptians tend to be very tardy. To which I would like to add on… sometimes they are also flaky and don’t even show up. There was one incident when we waited forever for a girl to come down from her apartment building… only to have her say (after more than half an hour spent on the phone with him, as we’re sitting in front of her building) that she was not coming at all. Verdict: completely unacceptable. We could have done without all the unnecessary waiting this weekend, but if I overlook that, then my trip was quite an amazing one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225834920410716434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIXlLCXpmRI/AAAAAAAAALU/qATJZoKJq1M/s320/mai+9.6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Citadel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-1512858622727306943?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1512858622727306943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=1512858622727306943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/1512858622727306943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/1512858622727306943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-nine-skipping-over-europe-landing.html' title='Week Nine: Skipping over Europe, landing in Africa'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIT-Dt7PFgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/QuUKgudfNqs/s72-c/mai+9.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-4350864026155585832</id><published>2008-07-16T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:55:32.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 8: Getting Rained on Everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;What a British summer indeed! Cloudiness and sporadic showers… not to mention getting blown away by random incredibly strong gusts of wind! Now I’m really British… starting a conversationwith weather as my topic. But really, when it’s THIS bipolar, it deserves mention!&lt;br /&gt;This week at my internship I worked more on the case studies: contacting the right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;representatives, collecting more information from them, reporting them, etc. We had a sports team meeting on Monday and I actually contributed ideas on what we should do to bring in more UK companies... I was very proud of myself. And I hope they were impressed, haha. I drank a lot of coffee that day… and I got stuck in the rain, without an umbrella because I had taken it out of my purse for my trip to Rome (so sunny!). Just my luck! Needles to say, I got drenched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, the UKTI organization had their annual Sports Day! My supervisors and other coworkers formed a football team, so I went to the site at Barnes Bridge to cheer them on! They were dressed up in funny baby blue jerseys… and it was hilarious when they were trying to hustle on the football field. Quite entertaining to see them outside of the office and not in suits! I really felt like a part of the team, the day was absolutely outrageous. Andy registered to run in the 1500 meter dash and David registered as a challenge… David is about half a foot taller than Andy, who is also scrawnier. But amazingly enough, Andy managed to beat him! I was cheering very loudly (actually we all were).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Friday morning, I took the Eurostar to Paris to meet up with Isaias! I slept the entire 2 hours and change and woke up in a different country. Funny how that tends to happen in Europe. I used some of my French, but most of the time I just let Isaias do the talking since he’s been studying/working there since January and wanted to strut his stuff a little. We ate a lot. The first meal when I got there was this big rotisserie chicken that we bought and then ate with our fingers in the park near the Louvre (I know, very civilized). We ate dinner at midnight… we bought a bunch of pastries for breakfast the next day and I had to carry it around all day because we couldn’t finish that fast. We ate gyros and fries in the Latin Quarter for lunch. Then we met up with our friend who went to our university in San Diego named Vincent (he is in the French military but was doing his thesis in San Diego where we met him) and he brought along several other military men. We all went to an Irish pub and had a considerable amount to drink, after which we went to a crepe restaurant! Keeping up with men when they’re hungry is difficult… especially as a girl. But I stuck with it and ate every dish they threw my way! Basically… another weekend of indulging in more food. Typical for me by now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the internet café once in Paris, and wow… they changed up the keyboard! They moved the letter A to where the W should be, the M up to where the L should be, the period is different and you have to press shift first… and even though numbers show up above the letters, they can only be entered by pressing the number pad on the right side of the keyboard. The exclamation mark is where the period should be, the @ sign can only be entered when holding down alt and ctrl at the same time… Let’s just say it took me forever to type something. It was probably the most disorienting thing about France, oddly enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed the Arc de Triomphe at night. We climbed up the Tour Eiffel the next day. I saw the Notre Dame, Latin Quarter, Sacre Coeur, Moulin Rouge, Champs Elysees and a lot of stuff in between. The Tour Eiffel lit up in blue with yellow stars; we think it is because Sarkozy (the French president) is currently the president of the EU. There were a lot of Spanish speakers around, and Isaias and I loved listening for them (he’s Mexican and I’m practically honorary Mexican, haha). We did not bump into any real mean Parisians, as their reputation insists, except for one old lady that rushed past me angrily when I lingered too long in the metro. Otherwise, smooth sailing! Picture time! Enjoy! And remember… Egypt next weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225545380074669074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITd1kkIxBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YRUWwbaKRIQ/s320/mai+8.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The most awesome team on Sports Day! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225545561859699970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITeAJxENQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/55hXrstFKxM/s320/mai+8.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The tomb of the unknown soldier, under the Arc de Triomphe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225545991358973634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITeZJxrBsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fA2CCv8_uzA/s320/mai+8.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Louvre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225547567354733554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITf040V4_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/t1VkaJmMJJ0/s320/mai+8.4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Arc de Triomphe at the end of the Champs Elysees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225549044664196482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SIThK4OXXYI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VvB2RTC2Wzo/s320/mai+8.6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;View from the top of Arc de Triomphe of the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225555020437305522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITmmttsuLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LGeW26dtro8/s320/mai+8.13.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Eiffel Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225550774819362594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITivljgFyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Sn8GhO5VJAE/s320/mai+8.7.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;From underneath the base of the Eiffel Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225554115497810386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITlyCjT2dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/3CiHi9IR91s/s320/mai+8.12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;View from the 1st floor of the Eiffel Tower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225553947764224242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITloRsgcPI/AAAAAAAAAKU/2C4gdpZG6_U/s320/mai+8.10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Seine River and Notre Dame on the left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225551538826347698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITjcDs9hLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/RAL3fycFJGs/s320/mai+8.9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Notre Dame up close&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225551235315643522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITjKZCXtII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VD8kDjzanls/s320/mai+8.8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sacre Coeur (and the cute old man entertaining tourists with his violin)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225549375356422226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITheIJiSFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iCgr2lynlxs/s320/mai+8.5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-4350864026155585832?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4350864026155585832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=4350864026155585832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/4350864026155585832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/4350864026155585832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-8-getting-rained-on-everywhere.html' title='Week 8: Getting Rained on Everywhere!'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SITd1kkIxBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/YRUWwbaKRIQ/s72-c/mai+8.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-616990490278892781</id><published>2008-07-06T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:26:57.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disillusioned in London, and a pick-me-up called Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I would start this week’s blog entry with something normal like what happened at my internship or maybe how bipolar the weather has been in London or what I have done the past week… but there is something else that has been upsetting me so much that I cannot hold it in. I’ve been keeping up with the news in London and there has been a wave of stabbings going on here. Every day, someone new gets stabbed, maybe even dies or is in grave danger of dying… maybe even more than one person. At least one stabbing happened in Peckham, which I can reach by bus 10 minutes from where we live. The same bus that I take to go to my internship and back. It’s been happening in broad daylight, right outside of victims’ homes, in the middle of crowds, even with young children (an 11 year old boy stabbing a 9 year old girl). I feel like comparing it to the sniper situation we had in the US a few years back, but it’s different because to stab someone doesn’t require skill, anyone who wants to can do it… and I’ve heard that it’s actually quite normal to carry a knife around. My issue is this: it is illegal to carry pepper spray and tasers, but carrying a knife and actually using it… people can get away with it. The government, as of now, is still pondering if they should take more decisive action and punish those who unnecessarily carry around knives more harshly. Hmm… a faster reaction time from them would be nice, don’t you think? Sigh… what a crazy world. It makes me homesick. I live in a bubble outside of Los Angeles… nothing happens there. I think a bear somehow got into someone’s backyard a few years ago. That was pretty much the most exciting thing for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now that I’ve put in my frustrated two cents… we can move on to the normal blog entry! (Yay, happy thoughts). The past week at my internship was pretty standard… some laughs with the coworkers and calmly doing my tasks. On the agenda was to compile a document with all the necessary info for entering the sport industry in the Gulf region (United Arab Emirates, Bahrain, and Qatar). I started doing case studies on several different UK companies that have worked with UKTI for a while, and wrote another article, this time for an annual international event called Sport Accord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Tuesday, the sun really came out to play! My main supervisor, Andy, and I took our time to deliver a package and walked slooowly… soaking in all the sun we could get. We walked by Trafalgar Square, where the festivities for Canada Day were being set up and I got really excited (remember, I was born in Montreal and am somehow Canadian at heart even though I moved to the US). After class that evening I came back with some of my friends and we danced the evening away at the open air concert. A band named Jesse Cook performed, and their music was rumba/flamenco themed – I LOVED IT!!! I think it’s great that a band from Ontario can have such lively Latin music. At the end a quartet led the crowd in the singing of our anthem… I was very loud. Hey, if you know the words and its Canada Day and you’re Canadian and you’re surrounded by Canadians… you probably would have done it too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The best part of my week was (you guess it) my trip to ROME!!! It was ridiculously hot, and I cannot take heat at all. I packed a spray bottle and when I got there it was my lifesaver. I filled it up with ice cold water at the beginning of each day and sprayed myself and my two friends (Stacy and Jenny) with it every 10 minutes. The city was just full of history and culture, just bursting from everywhere. I loved all the fountains, all the piazzas (or should I say “piazza” to be grammatically correct in the Italian language), the Coliseum, and the Trevi Fountain… I wasn’t too keen on the Vatican to be honest, but that’s just me. Jenny really enjoyed that part of the trip and even realized she was more religious than she previously thought! We ate a lot of gelato… very typical American tourist, but my excuse is that it was really hot, so anything ice cold felt amazing. We also went dipping in the fountain in the middle of the Piazza della Repubblica (it’s socially acceptable here, which is the best thing when the sun is beating down on you!). The best part of the day would be when the sun set, for two reasons. One, I love taking pictures at night and seeing lights twinkling. Two, did I mention it was hot??? Anyhow… once again I will let my pictures do the talking. This upcoming weekend is a trip to meet Isaias (my friend who is interning in Strasbourg and came to see me a while ago) in Paris, and then the following weekend I’m staying with Yehia (my Egyptian friend who also visited me in London last month) in CAIRO! That’s right, I’m going to Africa! More adventures to come! But for now, enjoy Roma, Italia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220718376820455746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO3tAK8uUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/m3vpc7TWs8s/s320/mai+7.7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inside the Vatican Museum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220717964711212178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO3VA8ctJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YFHLHeL1VPI/s320/mai+7.6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;il Colosseo at night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220718500196519890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO30LyGD9I/AAAAAAAAAII/sDdgvTgmzFc/s320/mai+7.8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outside Basilica S. Pietro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220725690191031986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO-WsmXrrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/3t4q33jP9aM/s320/mai+7.9.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Inside the Basilica &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220717795524427986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO3LKrLQNI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Eod2KX10wtg/s320/mai+7.5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Monumento a Vittorio Emanuele II &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220716924018844962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO2YcEDZSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Tsgpr53lxic/s320/mai+7.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Outside of the Pantheon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220717362843842930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO2x-0FeXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/joAjL6uRuyo/s320/mai+7.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Inside of the Pantheon looking up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220726638642099346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO_N52udJI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PjzIs8fBHEs/s320/mai+7.12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;View from the bottom of the Spanish Steps&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220717496219740242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO25vrYKFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/x530Ibn94t4/s320/mai+7.4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Small section of Palazza Navona&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220726105714825634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO-u4i9maI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8CimWRhZsy4/s320/mai+7.10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunset in Rome&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220726384650039010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO-_HqTLuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-Ld_EjAfHqs/s320/mai+7.11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fontana di Trevi at night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220727657058228642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHPAJLwDWaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rO1PmZjDK04/s320/mai+7.13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Part of Areo di Tito, across from il Colosseo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-616990490278892781?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/616990490278892781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=616990490278892781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/616990490278892781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/616990490278892781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/07/disillusioned-in-london-and-pick-me-up.html' title='Disillusioned in London, and a pick-me-up called Rome'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SHO3tAK8uUI/AAAAAAAAAIA/m3vpc7TWs8s/s72-c/mai+7.7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-881741435380044074</id><published>2008-06-30T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:04:56.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week six: ...and I still haven't stopped laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week at the internship was a riot, as usual. On Monday, we had a staff video conference with UKTI Glasgow (Scotland) where all attendees had free lunch! So of course, Martin and I had more than enough reason to show up. About halfway through all of us stuffing our faces with sandwiches, we realized that all the Glasgow people were sitting there without food and just staring at us… oops. Once the meeting actually began, the assignment for everyone was to sit in groups and brainstorm ideas for how UKTI can be more efficient and effective. They were supposed to create points for the most flawless, successful events ever and the funny part to me was that they had to write them all down on huge sheets of paper using brightly colored markers and present them to other groups. I was hoping that eventually exercises like that would stop once you’ve reached adulthood, but apparently not. I sat there eating my crisps and drinking my coffee while the adults tried to get their creative juices flowing. It was quite entertaining. That same day, I ended up leaving work a little late, not because I couldn’t finish my work but because I was too busy laughing with my coworkers. I forget what we were talking about by now but I remember Andy looking at his watch and saying “Mai, what time are you leaving?” To which I told him that I’m staying longer because it’s like added time in football games, and I’m adding on time because of all the stops I’ve had to take on account of laughing too hard (we’re football fanatics together, what can I say?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, one of our coworkers, Matt, invited a bunch of us to go out to the pub for lunch. It was his last day at work on Friday, not Thursday, but they decided to get the sending off festivities early and start drinking on Thursday. Somehow it was agreed upon that I should try more British beers and so I tried two, but I didn’t like either of them and someone else had to finish them for me. I guess I’m still not English enough! I also got another vocabulary lesson, this time from Martin and Peter. Martin was trying to say that I had to try something called a Cornish pasty, but I kept on messing up the name when I said it. First I pronounced it Cornish “pay-sty” and it was supposed to be “pah-sty.” Martin claimed that “pay-sty” would mean that it’s white and sickly looking, which it is not, to which I then argued that the “pah-sty” had to be pasty-looking before it was cooked in the oven anyway. Then for some reason I said “Cornwall” instead of “Cornish.” Then I said “pastry” instead of “pah-sty” and I asked them “Where did the R go? It had to have been a pastry at some point.” Peter spent the whole time rolling his eyes at me. The lesson continued with the pronunciation with the word “glass.” Apparently in northern UK, they pronounce glass much like Americans would pronounce glass. However in the south, they say it something like how we would pronounce the word gloss (as in lip gloss). So I asked Martin, “How would you pronounce ‘gloss’?” and he thought that I said “glass”… it took him another minute to realize I was saying a different word, but when he tried to distinguish between their pronunciation of “glass” and “gloss,” I really could not see the difference… Finally, there was the word “film” (as in I’m going to develop some film). They said that some parts pronounce film as if it was spelled “fil-em,” adding that E in there for some random reason. Go figure right? The English language is ambiguous enough without all these different interpretations! And if you got lost several times while trying to read my attempt at retelling the conversation… don’t worry, we shouldn’t make much sense to most people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In midst of all this silliness though, I did work this week (surprising, though, right?). Per Martin’s request, I did research on Dubai and Abu Dhabi, as well as the United Arab Emirates (UAE), Qatar and Bahrain in particular. What I ended up composing as a result of my research is going to be the introduction for the mission out to the Gulf region, to spread UK business there. I also started keeping track of the bids for the 2018 Winter Olympics (people start planning really far in advance for these events!) and updated the suppliers list for London 2012, as more companies sign on to be a part of it. Even though 2012 is four years away, in the minds of those who are planning it, it is right around the corner! I also wrote an article on an event called Winning Beyond 2012 (which brought together UK companies, trade specialists, and senior officials from eight different sports international sports games), which is going to be posted on our Portal soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I went to the Cuban Carnival with two friends from the TWC program, Pam and Leslie (2 of 3 other roomies in DC, with 3rd being Alisa). It was exactly what I needed, a little Latino spirit! We ate amazingly good food, drank smoothies, and walked around to all the booths, which featured products from other countries in South America (Peru, Colombia, Jamaica, etc.), not just Cuba. The best part, however, was the dancing! They had a live band and live singers, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively! We spent half the time dancing in the crowd (and those people were also dancing). I actually started the dancing before we even got to the carnival grounds when I heard a song I knew echoing from that direction (“Ella me levantó” by Daddy Yankee) and couldn’t resist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217704862954584562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGkC7aM8efI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z-zkZVBsvIo/s320/People+dancing+at+the+Cuban+Festival.JPG" border="0" /&gt;People dancing at the Cuban Festival&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217704248872756082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGkCXqkbY3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/I5Nte6ypaj8/s320/The+stage+and+the+gazillion+people+in+front+of+it...+haha.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The stage and the gazillion people in front of it... haha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217705493473897346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGkDgHEdq4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZqieF8oGHfA/s320/mexico.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Plug for Mexico! Viva Mexicoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217703393075868290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGkBl2ejMoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rqFNTuOxwvw/s320/cuban+flag+shirts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rockin' them Cuban flag shirts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;This week in &lt;/span&gt;the world of Football and Me was an eventful one! On Wednesday, Germany beat Turkey 3-2 in the semifinals, letting Germany advance to the finals. Then on Thursday, Spain (my team!) beat Russia 3-0. The sad part was, Spain’s best player and the player that had scored the most goals in the entire championship, David Villa, had pulled a leg muscle about 34 minutes into the game and had to sit out for the rest of that game AND the final game. I happened to instigate some rowdiness later that night when I saw some Spaniards in the street decked out in Spanish gear and carrying a big Spanish flag and yelled “España, whoooo!!!”… which only led them to sing “Que vivaaaa España…” However, Sunday (today), was the icing on the cake (or whichever part of cake you like best, and if you don’t like cake then there’s always pie) because Spain took down them big bad Germans! So to complete this week’s theme of “still laughing”… HAHA SPAIN BEAT GERMANY!!! I had never yelled so loud in my life while watching a football game. Someone actually asked me if I was Spanish, simply because I was so vocal and making comments about everything. I had managed to make all my friends Spain fanatics (they were all cheering loudly with me at the pub), and even my 13 year old brother at home in California who didn’t even know what channel the game would be playing on changed his MSN messenger tagline to “Spain shall win the finals.” Football spirit is contagious!! And now that it’s over and Spain has won, there’s no more football to watch… I don’t know what to do with myself… maybe attempt to watch cricket? Naaaah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217703103895259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGkBVBMhSFI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zOkO2OP8Lwk/s320/spain+winning.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Spain running around celebrating their victory!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-881741435380044074?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/881741435380044074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=881741435380044074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/881741435380044074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/881741435380044074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-six-and-i-still-havent-stopped.html' title='Week six: ...and I still haven&apos;t stopped laughing'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGkC7aM8efI/AAAAAAAAAG4/z-zkZVBsvIo/s72-c/People+dancing+at+the+Cuban+Festival.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-8553251683536772603</id><published>2008-06-22T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:09:39.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Five: All Tea’d Out! (Plus a bit of Prague)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week at work, a lot of people on holiday or on business trips came back. My main supervisor Andy came back from holiday, David came back from the road shows around England, Sarah came back, and Martin came back from Rome. Andrew, however, left for Vancouver! In the middle of doing my work, I somehow manage to squeeze in a thousand cups of tea. I like my tea hot so when it gets to half empty, I have to go run and fill it up with hot water again…and this happens very often, as you can imagine. I guess I am becoming more British than I thought. As for work, I’ve been doing more research for Andy and Martin on various companies and events. I’ve been emailing other international trade specialists to put together that UK road show in September and so far have just been keeping record of who is interested so I can determine in which cities we should plan stops. I’ve also been emailing them to compile a list of UK companies who’ve had success in the Beijing Olympics so that eventually we can do case studies on them and keep track of our progress. In addition to that, I’m helping out Jessica, the Major Sports Events Team marketing manager, because sometimes I don’t have enough to do. Andy told me on Wednesday that I was “too efficient” (which I suppose is the best complaint someone can get from their boss!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve continued to have amusing (at least to me) conversations at work. One day we all had a discussion about British candy vs. American candy. Andy loves eating these things called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curly_Wurly"&gt;Curly-Wurlys&lt;/a&gt;, which are caramel coated with chocolate. I tried one but it kept getting stuck in my teeth so I don’t think I’m going to do that again. Martin is obsessed with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_candy"&gt;rock candy&lt;/a&gt;, which I tried a piece of and I think they just taste like candy canes… without the stripes and it’s also not Christmas. We have a stash of candy available to anyone who needs sugar and everyone walks by it at least several times a day… no wonder we’re such kooks while we’re working – we’re hyped up on candy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday could have been summed up as the best workday yet, probably because of how little work I actually did. I arrived at a little past 9 (the bus was running late) and helped Andy prep for a big meeting starting at 10. The meeting consisted of business owners and CEOs in the sports sector coming together to discuss the plans and goals to promote UK companies. It centered a lot around London 2012 and other international sports events, many of which I had already looked into a little. The meeting lasted for two and a half hours, but then we were fed sandwiches! They were cut into 4 smaller pieces and there were so many kinds that I tried several… what can I say, I’m a bit indecisive. After the meeting, Andy and I met up with some other coworkers who had already left for their lunch break and went to a nearby pub. Sarah’s birthday was the day before and she was buying everyone drinks. When Andy and I got to the counter and he asked me what I wanted, I told him that I wasn’t sure how drunk I am allowed to be in the office! I went with an apple cider called Strong Bow just to be safe, but when we got outside and I saw what my other coworkers were drinking, I realized that it was really okay to get something substantially alcoholic! Some of us went for another round of drinks, and by the time we got back to the office, it was already 2:30. When I asked Martin sarcastically if there was anything he wanted me to do, now that our day officially began in the afternoon, he told me “Oh stop being such an American!” Lesson learned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The highlight of this entire week, however, was my weekend trip to Prague with Alisa! My first trip out of London since I arrived three weeks ago, and I MADE IT COUNT! We almost didn’t make it to our flight, and the story, although funny now, was not so funny as it happened. We had to get on bus 36 to Victoria where the night bus 11 was to take us to Liverpool St. Station to catch the train. Well, the night bus 11 arrived a few minutes late, there was vomit on the bus (so we blame the tardiness on anonymous drunken people), and then we got to Liverpool St. Station late, missing our train by 2 minutes! We then had to wait 30 minutes for the next train, so by the time we got to the airport, we only had 15 minutes left before the gates for our flight were closed. The line for security was extra long and impossible to get through in 15 minutes, and by the time realized that we were down to 7 minutes. We had to ask people in front of us to go in front of them in order to attempt to make it to our plane on time, and luckily there were people nice enough to let us do that! After we got through security, we threw on our shoes and grabbed our bags and SPRINTED (literally, with flailing arms and flying hair and all) through the terminal to get to our gate. I think that was the most exercise I’ve done in a long time (walking miles around London doesn’t compare to a crazy sprint). Obviously there was a happy ending to our ordeal, because we made it to the gate and they were still boarding the plane. We were right on time, right when they said they would close the gate. &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sleeping like a baby on the flight, I was absolutely &lt;/span&gt;ready to explore Prague! The first day there absolutely killed my bank account. Alisa and I went to eat at a nearby restaurant that the hostel told us we would get a 10% discount at… but they failed to tell us there was an automatic 10% service charge. They also charged me for the condiments I used (ketchup for my fries) and bread that we didn’t eat (we corrected that angrily). Expensive lunch and I was pretty pissed. At least the next places I spent money didn’t anger me that much – I spent a ton on souvenirs! My excuse was that I hadn’t bought ANY since I’ve been to this side of the world and now I have lots of “souvenir credit” stored up. The rest of the weekend, Alisa and I were very conscious of where we ate food. We ate the sausages at those stands because they seemed authentically Czech enough for us, random ice cream, and sandwiches from the grocery store. We also carried around a big 1.5 liter water bottle wherever we went. The first one I carried, actually, was from that expensive up-charging restaurant we went to the first day and it was a glass bottle of still water. I didn’t want to waste anything especially since I had paid a ridiculous amount of money for it. Unfortunately I soon realized that I was getting looks from people because some of them thought I was holding a huge bottle of vodka and occasionally drinking out of it in the middle of public spaces… hahaha. Another lesson learned and from then on I carried around the cheap plastic bottles that are clearly made for water! &lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have walked a gazillion miles… all I can remember &lt;/span&gt;from the weekend is walking and more walking, and then occasional sitting when we couldn’t walk anymore. The views were spectacular and they were exactly what I came to Europe to see! So with that, I’ll let my pictures do the talking! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215460898249382946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGEKDeQYHCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j4ujx_CmfBA/s320/mai+5.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The National Museum, very close to our hostel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215554082939454386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGFeziRxw7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/X6i4AWg94Is/s320/mai+5.5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Valdstejnska Garden, near Prague Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215468470185238178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGEQ8N6kHqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jZOAb7Uwwzk/s320/mai+5.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;View of Charles's Bridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215469043018498594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGERdj4qAiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bdC2qWr5_5M/s320/mai+5.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nighttime view from Charles's Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215553600295232786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGFeXcSbZRI/AAAAAAAAAF4/lMhBivqYjmg/s320/mai+5.4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Stone Bell Tower at night (reminds me of Cinderella's castle at Disneyland)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215554749420682722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGFfaVHSPeI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9MEJ7fy5jEk/s320/mai+5.6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Part of the climb up to Prague Castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215555563159889090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGFgJsh1JMI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gsS7O9_pVHs/s320/mai+5.7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;View of Prague from the top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S. Football Update: The Netherlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;got squashed by Russia yesterday, 1-3. So much for orange domination! The Spain v Italy game was tonight, and it was intense! I rooted for Spain because it will be my home in the fall, and wow… neither side could score during the normal game time, there were plenty of close calls though, which made it almost maddening. In the extra time, STILL neither could score, so they had to go to penalty shots. At that point, I was clutching my friends and saying “oh my God, this is ridiculouuus” repeatedly. I yelled every time Spain made a goal, but more importantly, every time Casillas (Spain’s goalie) blocked Italy’s shot! Spain’s shots were blocked only once, but Italy’s were blocked twice! I was literally jumping up and down when Spain won, it took up to the 5th and last penalty shot kicker to determine the winner. España ganó! Whoo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-8553251683536772603?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/8553251683536772603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=8553251683536772603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/8553251683536772603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/8553251683536772603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-five-all-tead-out-plus-bit-of.html' title='Week Five: All Tea’d Out! (Plus a bit of Prague)'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SGEKDeQYHCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/j4ujx_CmfBA/s72-c/mai+5.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-4820266900825931403</id><published>2008-06-15T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:43:18.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Four: Minding the Gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Perhaps one of the things I appreciate most about being outside of the US is being able to easily access a TV channel that features football (soccer) games on a regular basis. At home in California, I had to scour all the Mexican channels just to watch the World Cup, which I didn’t mind but at the same time, GET WITH THE PROGRAM, English-speaking stations! The Euro 2008 is on now, as I mentioned last time, and I try to catch as many games as I can – I find it fun to stand in a pub screaming, groaning, and throwing up my hands with the rest of the fanatics. For people who don’t understand the game, I think it’s still fun to get carried away and maybe even fake anger, because that’s all part of getting into it! You’ll see that this week (probably an indicator of next week as well) mentions a Euro 2008 game every day, with other equally exciting events sprinkled in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On Monday, my friends and I went on a hunt for a pub that was playing the Italy v. Netherlands game. For a country that loves football, I actually found it difficult to find a place that had the game on… the usual response was “Really? I don’t know what channel that’s on… I don’t think we will have it on that channel.” But finally we found a place called Chiquito Mexican Grill (great food, lousy and extremely sour margaritas from a machine that taste like a lemon slush). Italy, for those who don’t know, won the World Cup 2006 – so imagine my surprise when the Netherlands beat them 3-0! More on the Netherlands team later… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212590028140789970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SFbXA1sTQNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eSdsDHOwVAw/s320/mai+4.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Orange domination! Netherlands celebrating a goal against Italy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After class on Tuesday, I went with Alisa on her mission to find internet splitters (she was getting a bit tired of having to share her internet time with someone else, which I think sums up everyone else’s feelings too). Unfortunately for us, the electronics stores (along with most other stores) had long closed, as was confirmed when we got off the tube at Tottenham Court Road (only in the US will stores open until 9 pm, which I think is much more convenient for people on a 9-5 work schedule). Feeling irritated for having trekked up there for nothing, we decided to console ourselves with some sushi at a place called Yo! (exclamation mark included in the name), located near Piccadilly Square. It featured two revolving belts – one going clockwise, the other counterclockwise – and the sushi chefs stood in the middle, making different types of sushi and placing them on the belts. You just grab the one you want and pay for the ones you’ve eaten at the end (which turned out to be dangerous, because I just wanted to grab everything that went past me).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wednesday (Switzerland v. Turkey, 1-2), Alisa and I finally finished booking the details of our weekend trip to Prague next weekend! Altogether, it was about $350 (USD) for the flight, train to the airport, and 2 nights in a hostel. It will be my first trip out of the UK since I’ve gotten here and it’s about time! I’ve also booked flights to Rome with my friend Stacy and her roommate Jenny the first weekend of July, but have yet to book trains and hostel. I’m also planning to go to Paris, possibly the third weekend of July, but that has yet to be planned. I cannot wait to see what the vibes of those places are! I want to be shocked and amazed with what I see, and though London has been a different scene in many ways, I still want something even more different and dynamic. Part of the reason, I think, for why I don’t feel like I’m that far away from home is because they are still speaking English to me (albeit in a completely different accent so that sometimes I can’t catch their words the first time around, and using terms that I bewilder me, if only for a second). In short, I just can’t wait to see what effects more disorientation will have on me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Thursday night (Croatia v. Germany, 2-1), a bunch of us went to see King Lear at Globe Theater because CAPA had provided us with tickets. I had never read this particular Shakespeare play before, and had to ask the lady sitting next to me to read her guidebook in order to attempt to figure out what was going on. It was a lot of drama – made all the more confusing because I couldn’t tell one man from the next (the women looked different enough for me to distinguish, and there were only three of them). Not to mention my seat was behind a big pole… so half the time I had no idea who the voice was coming from. I ended up leaving a little before the intermission (I thought there would be no intermission because it was more than an hour and a half into the play and there were no signs of stopping) with my friend Casey who was even more confused than I was because he had arrived 45 minutes late. My scientific conclusion: British accents are hard to follow, especially when they are being dramatic and angry and speaking-at-a-rapid-pace. Shakespeare is difficult to understand, especially if you’ve never spent 3 weeks analyzing that one single play scene by scene, as we used to do in high school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212590583564256242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SFbXhKzkw_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/gxrq8jAWCq8/s320/mai+4.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Inside of Globe Theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212595088372299266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SFbbnYhgdgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/2H-0_8a84w8/s320/mai+4.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;View across the River Thames from outside of the theater &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212597241328526178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SFbdks6RY2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WOjEhidEeUQ/s320/mai+4.4..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one end of the Millennium Bridge, looking at St. Paul's Cathedral in the distance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Friday, my friend Isaias (the one visiting from France) went back to the Vietnamese borough, Hackney, in search of Viet food again. Yummy, as expected! Then we went to Oxford St./Piccadilly Square/Leicester Square (they’re all next to each other and really close to walk to) to look at stuff that we can’t afford and/or don’t know why we would spend that much money on that stuff even if we did have money. Then we went into a random ice cream shop/dessert place because I thought that the pictures looked too good to resist. Somehow between being indecisive about whether I wanted ice cream or if I wanted chocolate cake, and Isaias wondering where our waiter came from and making me ask him, we made a new friend. (And the ice cream v. cake predicament was solved by the compromise by one slice of cake with one scoop of ice cream on the side, if you were dying to know). Joseph, our waiter, was from Algeria and had just come to London 9 months ago. He found it entirely amusing that Isaias thought he was Italian and that I thought he came from Belgium (in my defense, it wasn’t a real guess, I only named the first country that popped into my head when I was forced to guess and really did not have the slightest idea where this guy was from). Isaias proceeded to try to practice his French with Joseph, trying to get me to join in on their French conversation (I am from Montreal so I’ve been exposed to French my whole life, have taken a few French classes, and read Montreal’s French newspaper for fun when I’m bored, including when I’m at my internship and there is down time) but I was too busy enjoying my chocolate cake and strawberry ice cream to say much. For dinner, we met up with Isaias’s friend from high school, who happened to meet the love of her life here in London, is now living and working here, and getting married in 2 months. We went to Wagamama (the most fantastic Japanese noodle place ever, my favorite place to eat here so far, as I’ve been there about 3 times… maybe 4?). Then we went to Lloyd’s Bar to watch the Netherlands v. France game. Isaias, of course, was rooting for France because he is in love with France after studying there for a semester, and I rooted for the Netherlands just to spite him. Well, the Netherlands beat France 4-1, which was pretty disastrous for the French, and every time my team scored, I (as expected) yelled and clapped and threw up my hands (along with half of the bar, I wasn’t the only one). It was sweet, sweet victory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212591288618783410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SFbYKNVrErI/AAAAAAAAAE4/qbDDlIAhg4Y/s320/mai+4.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Wagamama: Outside my favorite place to eat... getting hungry just thinking about the food.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Saturday, before going with Isaias to Heathrow International, we went for lunch at Pizza Hut (he was craving it). It was fancy; they have wine glasses on the tables, actual hosts seating you and waiters taking your order at the table. I still find it odd that our regular fast food places in the states are fancier here. Now if only they had the dollar menu to help us poor Americans out with the horrible exchange rate, but I guess that had to be different too. When we got to Heathrow (after getting on the wrong District line train and having to go back, and then having to wait forever for the right trains to come), I had to sit with Isaias’s bags while he checked in and met an old Venezuelan woman who sat next to me. She started out speaking to me in English, saying that she had been on a cruise with her family. I then answered in Spanish (I’ve been taking it for about six years now) and she continued on in Spanish, not realizing she had just changed languages until five minutes later when she stopped and said “¿Hablas español?” (You speak Spanish?) After she had left, an old British man sat down next to me and asked me where I am from, so I told him that my family is Vietnamese. He then remarked how he had been to Laos, Thailand, and Indonesia but not to Vietnam, and also how he is flying by himself to Tunisia but meeting people there. At this point I need to emphasize how old this man was – really, really old. To hear that at his age he was flying to North Africa on his own and still having adventures was incredible and I could only think “Wow, I hope I’m still able to go travel the world when I’m his age too.” Another thing I love about London is that when I am out and about, I see people with all types of ethnic backgrounds and can hear them talking in their native languages. One minute it will be French, I turn my head and hear Spanish, and then even languages which I can’t even guess about. Some places claim to be diverse, but they really aren’t or maybe their diversity is minimal – a huge majority with speckled lightly with minorities. But in London, the diversity is palpable at any given place, at any given time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got back from Heathrow just in time to catch the Spain v. Sweden game at 5 pm. I was rooting for Spain just because I’m going to be studying abroad there during the fall semester. They barely won, 2-1, when one of their star players, David Villa, made a goal in the added time. Good enough to win the game, but is it good enough to contend for the championship, especially against the Netherlands team, which seem to be on a roll? I don’t knooow… tough one. We’ll have to see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week at my internship was slow, only because my supervisors were either out of the office or prepping to get out of the office. Andrew was in the office all week, sort of, but he was at invite-only meetings half of the time and when he came back he was swamped with trying to sort out his overflowing email box and had stacks of papers on his desk – none of which I could personally help him out with. He left for Vancouver yesterday to attend a meeting regarding the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics. For that, he asked me to compile a packet with all the background information he would need (status of building, the venues, the plans, etc.) so that he would not sound “entirely clueless” (his words). On Wednesday, I was done at 11 am-ish because Andrew had meetings to go to for the rest of the day. I had finished everything he had asked me to do, and he said he didn’t want me to sit around and twiddle my thumbs. On Thursday, he was also stuck in meetings until around noon, so I started making quite interesting conversations with my other coworkers in the office. I met Zafar, who is on the construction team with Andrew, from Pakistan and we talked about traveling around the US (something that Zafar really wants to do eventually). He said that one of his cousins built a house in Virginia for the same price as Zafar’s house in London but that the length of his cousin’s master bedroom is the length of Zafar’s entire house (I couldn’t stop laughing the whole time he was making comparisons). His commute into work is about 1 hour and 20 minutes each way, because he lives out near Heathrow. And I thought that the Los Angeles commute was bad. I talked to Simon, who sits across from me so I just poke my head out to the side when I want to say something, about different types of tea. He was trying to show me where they keep their tea. The box he pointed to was red and said “red”-something on it, but I couldn’t see because his hand was covering it and I happened to say “oh, red tea?” To which, Simon said, “I don’t know if there is such a thing as red tea, is there?” And I said, “I don’t know, there is black tea and green tea, and Earl Grey tea, which I assume is grey, so there must also be a red tea.” I continued to make joking references to the existence of red tea the rest of the day, and if you don’t find that even slightly amusing, then I guess you just had to be there. Then Ivan came by and somehow we struck up a conversation about British sports. He attempted (quite futilely) to explain cricket to me, saying that it was like baseball… except not really. Each team has two innings (called something different in cricket terminology, which I now forget), but sometimes the games can last up to five days, only to possibly end in a tie. There is something called a wicket keeper, and I forget what that equals to in baseball too. Instead of running bases in a diamond shape, they run from one post to the other and back, and can keep running until… I don’t remember until when either, I just know that one person can make more than one run, unlike baseball where you just run home and you’re done. The bat is flat, like a paddle, and bigger than our bat, but the ball is smaller than our baseball. So… yes… is that enough like baseball to make the connection? Ivan went on trying to explain other sports to me, saying that polo is like “hockey on horses” (meh?) and rugby is like American football, only better. He also mentioned football (soccer), at which I jumped on the subject. Simon then claimed that football “bores [him] to tears” while Andrew said that he’s hoping the Netherlands will win. So, all in all, though not a very productive week in terms of having official tasks to do, it was a good time with the coworkers just like the week before. Aside from often feeling like I’m speaking English completely incorrectly because our accents are so drastically different, I feel included in this office! Sometimes I want to emulate their accent just to feel like I fit in more (I imagine I’d get just about the same feeling if I were to learn some entirely different language like Arabic, got thrown into Egypt and attempted to talk to Egyptians, knowing that my speech sounds horribly bad). If you have to work, at least you love where you work and enjoy the company of the people whom you’re working with, right? That’s all I could ask for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212596513925683538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SFbc6XH62VI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KoAP5v20vFk/s320/mai+4.7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2nd Canadian Embassy I've found (the other was in DC). This one is next to Trafalgar Square. We rock! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-4820266900825931403?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4820266900825931403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=4820266900825931403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/4820266900825931403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/4820266900825931403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-four-minding-gap.html' title='Week Four: Minding the Gap'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SFbXA1sTQNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/eSdsDHOwVAw/s72-c/mai+4.1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-5984377879234105846</id><published>2008-06-10T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:04:58.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Three: Writing Updates Between Sneezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought I had it bad when I was in DC and sneezing up a storm, but this is much worse. The first thing I do when I wake up is sneeze… then I proceed to sneeze about 20 times that day and walk around with my eyes all puffed up, looking as if I’m drowsy (it gives the effect that my eyes are even smaller than they actually are, which is bad especially because I’m Asian and people think my eyes are small already). I’ve been told that I probably have hay fever, so today I finally gave in and spent money on buying medication. Crossing my fingers on whether or not it will actually help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite being all hazy and whatnot, I managed to have an awesome first week in London (minus some minor mishaps). On Tuesday, I had the interview for my internship for &lt;a href="https://www.uktradeinvest.gov.uk/"&gt;UK Trade and Investment&lt;/a&gt; (UKTI). It is a government organization helping companies export and import throughout the UK as well as abroad. They have sectors for every industry imaginable, and I am interning for the Sports &amp;amp; Leisure Sector. It was very casual, and comprised of me, my supervisor (Andy) and one of his coworkers (Sarah). We talked about the weather (something that I was told the British tend to talk about), and about some work I’d be doing. I asked if I would be taught how to make tea and they laughed, looking confused, and asked me if I personally liked tea. I said I did, but I had asked because during orientation they stressed tea-brewing skills. My coworkers laughed some more and said that I would not be expected to make tea for them. They were very laid back and even said I could work whenever hours (although obviously I decided against the idea of coming in at noon, leaving after lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night was my first class in London, about London and Britain. Even though it was pretty interesting, I could not stay awake to save my life. At any random time, my eyes would get really heavy, and I would think, “oh no, I don’t have enough eye muscles to fight this!” I would sit there nodding off for I don’t even know how long… until suddenly, the sleep haze went away and I was wide awake. I don’t know what provokes it, or how to suddenly make it go away. But I did realize that day that perhaps falling asleep at 3 am was not such a good thing, and trying harder to go to bed at the right time would not be a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, after class ended at 8 pm, I did not go straight home but instead met up with a close high school friend (Stacy), who is studying in London for about 6 weeks and is staying in Kensington, near the CAPA office. We went to Sports Café (which is a sports bar) near the Piccadilly Circus station with some of her friends and some of mine. It started raining when my friends and I left, and it was already dark so the lights were bright and colorful. I went running in the rain.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210379318277220242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SE78Ylr0p5I/AAAAAAAAADM/uK-yuqJH-mA/s320/mai+3.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piccadilly Square at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday was the first day of my internship. My internship is a relatively short commute. I just get on the bus stop near our housing, get off 25 minutes later at Victoria (which is a pretty convenient place because it is a tube station, train station, close to the coach station, and also has many bus stops as well), and walk to my internship about 5 minutes away. I arrived really early, so I spent more than half an hour in a bookstore next to the office building entrance. The first assignment was to update the list of UK companies sponsoring the London Olympics in 2012, so we could contact them about our services later down the line. For lunch, I walked down the street to an open market area with rows of sandwich shops and the like. I came back to the front of my building and as I sat just observing the people on the crowded street, the sun came out to play for the first time since we arrived on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213237327822248482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SFkjuo6m2iI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mj_XNJIIgOY/s320/mai+3.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First sunny day in London and I'm stuck in an office building!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My coworkers are hilarious. They crack jokes about each other all the time and shockingly, I understand them and find them really funny (we watched an episode of the British version of “The Office” in DC to get a taste of British humor and I think I laughed only once, maybe twice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, Alisa and I roamed London again! We went to Hyde Park but it was getting dark so we didn’t go in. Then we went to Trafalgar Square and spent about an hour taking pictures of Nelson’s Column and the pretty buildings and fountains. Just as we were going to leave, I saw Big Ben in the distance and we took another 10 minutes to take pictures of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210384487323687202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SE8BFd4iWSI/AAAAAAAAADc/x9a3vekPz0s/s320/mai+3.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Trafalgar Square&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210384982154182466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SE8BiRRUf0I/AAAAAAAAADk/g1jFO9I0Sh8/s320/mai+3.4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; More Trafalgar Square...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The highlight of Thursday was at the internship. Six of my coworkers and I went to St. James’s Park to eat our lunches. We sat in the park enjoying the 2nd sunny day for about an hour and a half. When someone realized we had been gone for a while, she said that maybe we should go back, but another person said “but why?” and then we stayed another half an hour. I love the casual atmosphere and how they can be outrageous with one another. I’ve already gotten a taste of office politics though – they apparently do not like another woman in the office who shall remain unnamed and tease one of men (David) by telling him that she’s in love with him. I’ve been advised to stay out of such politics though, so I just sit, smile, and maybe laugh at their jokes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At home, things were not as good though. I got home after my internship that day and found out that our water was still not back yet. I had not showered since Tuesday night because the water went out before I got home on Wednesday and I shower at night… and I was starting to lose it. Almost two days with no shower at all and I get a tiny bit grungy. I heard later that many people had actually called in to their internships and told them that they would not be coming in because they were not presentable. I had been drinking tap water too, so I was dehydrated as well as dirty. I decided to take a nap and by the time I woke up at 7 pm, the water was back, thank God. I used twice as much shampoo and conditioner just to make up for the day that I missed, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I met up with my friend Yehia – an Egyptian who is an international student at my school, University of San Diego, but came to visit his brother in Oxford before heading back to Egypt for the summer. He loves to wander and make himself get lost, so that is what we did. We started at Victoria, got on the tube and went to Oxford Street, walked over to Piccadilly Circus and went into an Italian café that he said his family loved going to when he was young. We ate what I would consider a full lunch there, complete with a dessert, but he called it a “snack.” He enjoys eating a lot, as you will soon find out, but a good thing about him is that he is accustomed to paying for people, especially girls, when he goes out to eat so my response is always “okay, let’s eat some more!” After that “snack,” we walked over to Hyde Park and roamed around inside there for a while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210389192773210530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SE8FXXDIEaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/zZyK79HrV-o/s320/mai+3.5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Getting crushed by a huge fallen tree in Hyde Park...(just kidding!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210389443490547730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SE8Fl9CzCBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/2483xlulqDA/s320/mai+3.6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I saw some big geese (yes, that was a fact worth mentioning, I thought). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we walked over to Knightsbridge and went into Harrods… a huge high end store with everything you would ever need to live life lavishly. We had sushi as another “snack” in the food court. Then we walked around for a while and… I wouldn’t say that we got “lost,” because we had no idea which direction we were headed towards in the first place. Eventually we wound up at Sloane Square, where Yehia wanted to go into another café to have a hot chocolate. I was still really full from the “snacks” so I just had some green tea instead. Then we got on the tube and went to Leicester Square, where we walked around in circles and up and down the street, reading menus to decide where to have dinner (see? I told you… he likes to eat). We finally decided on a restaurant called Mint Leaf, which had Indian food. It was fantastic! I had a seafood platter with some rice, and we went for dessert as well, of course. Then we had to rush back to Victoria so that his driver could pick him up and take him to Oxford. As for me, I got on the bus like a normal person with a budget would, heading back to my housing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210728793628333106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SFA6Ou0d1DI/AAAAAAAAAEg/pXpvu5bB000/s320/mai+3.9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Indian food for dinner! Yummy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On Saturday, I met up with my friend Stacy again. She brought one of her flatmates, Jenny, and Alisa came with me. We went to eat at Wagamama’s, a restaurant chain known for its amazing Japanese noodles (they also serve rice dishes as well). It was delicious! I already want to go back. Then we went up to the High Street Kensington station, where the Marble Arch is, and did a little shopping. We went into Primark, a huge store with tons of cheap clothing, which was hands down the busiest store I have ever been in. You could get trampled in that store if you’re not careful. It was loud and bustling and it wasn’t even a market, it was just a store with two floors. After a while, Stacy and I had to run outside because it was overwhelming in there. I guess we are not great bargain shoppers. We walked up the street and went into some shops; I ended up buying stuff even though I knew I shouldn’t have. Oh well… that’s why they invented loans I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a good friend of mine, Isaias – who has been studying in Aix-en-Provence, France for the past semester and is starting an internship with the EU in Strasbourg in a week – arrived in London with one of his friends. I met up with them and went around London, but not to any place new for me. In the evening we went to a pub and met up with another friend of mine who I met last year during my time studying abroad in Guadalajara, Mexico. We all watched a football (soccer) game--Germany v. Poland, and Germany won 2-0. I am still a little bit disappointed that England didn’t qualify for Euro 2008, which I’m sure is not nearly as bad as the Brits feel… I was told by a coworker they’ve only managed to do that twice since the end of WWII, and of course one of the two times has to be when I’m actually in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at my internship, my supervisor’s two bosses, Andrew and Martin, came back from their weeklong trip to Athens, where they met with companies regarding the London 2012 Olympics. I did some research to prep Andrew for his trip to Vancouver next week about the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics, and Martin assigned me a new project – to organize a road show for our UKTI Major Sports Events team, tentatively for September. Martin is leaving again tomorrow for Rome and won’t be back until Friday, and my supervisor is on holiday at home this week. Between the traveling and the holidays, I think that I would not mind this job at all, if I were a full-time employee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my lunch break I wanted to walk off my McDonald’s (I NEVER eat it in the States, but I’ve already had it twice here and I give into my cravings for fries… I don’t even know why I do it, it’s not even cheap). And just kept walking on Victoria (the same street I work on) and all of a sudden I ran into Westminster Abbey and Big Ben. I have to say, it’s really nice to be walking distance from such infamous sights, as if they were no big deal at all. It’s even more amusing to me that I didn’t even know they were just down the street from me! That definitely would not happen to me at home! I’m in the middle of history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210388758802117682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SE8E-GYWtDI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Soxk2niHVg0/s320/mai+3.7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hello, Westminster Abbey!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210389965843718658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SE8GEW9f4gI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NMd_FUPG4cc/s320/mai+3.8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Big Ben! (and the London Eye peeking out from behind a building on the left)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-5984377879234105846?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5984377879234105846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=5984377879234105846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/5984377879234105846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/5984377879234105846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-three-writing-updates-between.html' title='Week Three: Writing Updates Between Sneezes'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SE78Ylr0p5I/AAAAAAAAADM/uK-yuqJH-mA/s72-c/mai+3.2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-6340275817873793580</id><published>2008-06-03T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:36:34.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Two: Landing in London, an Epic in Three Parts (3)</title><content type='html'>Today was the LAST day of orientation (and re-orientation and re-orientation). I am so happy. Afterwards, my friend Alisa (also my roommate back in DC) and I went in search of my internship location off of Victoria station, because I have an interview scheduled for tomorrow and didn’t want to be lost on my first day. I made friends with the security guard, Paul, in the lobby. I think that this will be a good experience. Yes, simply based on meeting the nice security guard man in the lobby. I am that optimistic. (As a side note: I have also made friends with two old security guards where I live, Bailey and Junior, because of my problems with my key and being locked out and whatnot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we decided to go absolutely crazy and travel all over London. We roamed the Victoria station, which turned out to be huge because it also houses a train station and has a mall attached to it. Then we got on the tube and headed over to Covent Garden, where Alisa’s internship is supposed to be… “supposed to be” being key in that previous sentence. We marched up and down that area and could not find where her internship site is located. Oh well, good exercise. Then we went to explore some more and found ourselves at Leicester Square (also where Chinatown is, although I think we completely bypassed that). We took some pictures, and began to act like very obvious tourists (i.e. taking pictures in the red telephone booths… I know, it’s a little bit embarrassing, but necessary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208513068174009330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhbCiR94_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/lHQlbZbfCSk/s320/mai+2.4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leicester Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I began to get hungry and so we moved on in search of food – except that I only wanted to go eat at this Vietnamese restaurant that I had read about off of Old Street station… far away. But we decided to go anyway. We traveled all the way there, got off, it was drizzling, and we didn’t know where we were going… I attempted to use the map and opened it upside down (hey, I realized that it was upside down in a split second!). It was a long trek over to the restaurant (which we didn’t even get to, because we were distracted by seeing another Vietnamese restaurant and were too lazy to walk any further). The food was so yummy! It was just what I needed after more than two weeks of eating meals consisting of peanut butter sandwiches in order to save money (yes, it’s that drastic). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208512703101789154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhatSR94-I/AAAAAAAAACs/uQtopnALlIs/s320/mai+2.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viet food at the restaurant we hunted down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Alisa got the brilliant idea of going to see Tower Bridge in the dark. That led us to board the 149 bus right outside of the restaurant and go down the street to Liverpool Street station. I proceeded to be very tourist-y, taking pictures of random buildings on the street that were remotely attractive to me. We got on the tube there and got to the Tower Hill station. We got out and took some more ridiculous but priceless pictures (trust me, they’re pretty good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208512256425190354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhaTSR949I/AAAAAAAAACk/leAVtAdWubQ/s320/mai+2.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;View from outside Liverpool Station&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we walked across Tower Bridge and along Queen’s Walk, parallel to the river until we reached London Bridge. London Bridge, despite all the hype, is not special whatsoever… it looks like a normal bridge. Tower Bridge is the crazy looking one! (Just a tip, so you know how to distinguish the two). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208513476195902466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhbaSR95AI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jgMXCYSe2Aw/s320/mai+2.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tower Bridge, next to the Tower of London&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We walked down the street and got onto the Jubilee line at the London Bridge station and did some tricky maneuvering to arrive back at Victoria station – yes, where we began. That was because we wanted to see how long it would take for me to travel to my internship by bus (buses are quite useful too, especially after the tube closes at midnight or so). That whole experience proves that spontaneity is sometimes better than making plans! And that being random and entertaining your whims are actually quite rewarding!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In any case, enough rambling from me for now! I can’t wait for the interview tomorrow and to really get into the vibe here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep you posted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-6340275817873793580?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/6340275817873793580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=6340275817873793580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/6340275817873793580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/6340275817873793580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-two-landing-in-london-epic-in.html' title='Week Two: Landing in London, an Epic in Three Parts (3)'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhbCiR94_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/lHQlbZbfCSk/s72-c/mai+2.4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-4974821342268231039</id><published>2008-06-02T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:35:19.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Two: Landing in London, An Epic in Three Parts (2)</title><content type='html'>The only reason you can read this blog right now is because somehow, eventually, the internet problem was fixed and I was able to send my blog! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to write this entry then suddenly was overcome with jetlag and wanted to sleep very badly. Now I’m writing at 1:34 in the middle of the night… which I suppose means that I have a while to go before I get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had to go to South Kensington to the CAPA office for some orientation sessions… tomorrow we have some more orientation sessions… honestly, I didn’t know I could get re-oriented so many times in such a short period. We had a lot of orientation prepping in DC and now we have some more! I simply cannot wait for our internships to start, to get used to this pace of life and to just run with it. I don’t want to take any more baby steps, believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of today was the panoramic tour of London. It’s a larger city than most people think and very historical. We saw bridges, buildings, parks, monuments, museums and had the chance to stop and take pictures a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208510800431276978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhY-iR947I/AAAAAAAAACU/nRCC1gWXlVw/s320/mai+2.8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;View of Parliament and Big Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208514051721520146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhb7yR95BI/AAAAAAAAADE/enXBSGxCSew/s320/mai+2.6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tower Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The tour was from a coach bus, but otherwise we have walked and taken the tube. The public transportation here is amazing! The tube runs practically everywhere, and buses make very regular stops. You can always see a double decker bus or a few passing by – sometimes too close to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208510323689907106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhYiyR946I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZDFIJImKrrM/s320/mai+2.7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;St. Paul's Cathedral&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At pedestrian crossings, they have words on the ground telling you which way to look (for instance, “look left” or “look right,” quite simply), which has probably already saved many of our lives several times on this trip already. I’ve adopted the phrase “Green man!” every time we are able to cross the street because instead of a white man lighting up, there is a green man! And when we can’t walk, a red man lights up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The area where we live in Camberwell is green and leafy, a little less bustling than more central London of course, but we are still relatively close to the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, my roommate Jessica and I cooked! I was in charge of the chicken and she was in charge of the pasta. We did amazingly, if I do say so myself. I have cooked before, but not often. I think I will really take advantage of the fact that I’d go broke in a week if I keep eating out to force myself to cook more. It will be the motivation that I never had before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208509885603242898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhYJSR945I/AAAAAAAAACE/bkcIj2QXE5E/s320/mai+2.5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jessica (my roomie) and I are living the high life in London (we wish)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-4974821342268231039?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/4974821342268231039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=4974821342268231039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/4974821342268231039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/4974821342268231039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-two-landing-in-london-epic-in_05.html' title='Week Two: Landing in London, An Epic in Three Parts (2)'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEhY-iR947I/AAAAAAAAACU/nRCC1gWXlVw/s72-c/mai+2.8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-1205259103065893771</id><published>2008-06-01T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:15:55.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Two: Landing in London, An Epic in Three Parts (1)</title><content type='html'>Technically I still have 20 minutes until it is officially June in London… but we can overlook that. We landed in Heathrow today nearly an hour late, which I barely noticed. Surprisingly, I was able to sleep most of the 7 hour flight over the Atlantic Ocean, with a few negligible neck problems. It took another hour to drive to our student housing in Camberwell, during which I completely fell asleep on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighborhood tour came right after we had just a few minutes to check in and drag our baggage up a couple flights of stairs (no elevators here). It was pleasant, the weather was nice and cool--no humidity like in DC. The walk to the our nearest tube station isn’t that bad, and it was there that most of us spent our first substantial amount of money in London – 93 pounds or around $200 for a month pass on the tube between zone 1 and zone 2 (which also includes unlimited bus use). We live in zone 2 but have internships and classes in zone 1 (more central London), so we had no other choice. For dinner, the majority of us happened to go to a nearby bar named… something with “black sheep” in it. I only remember its website that was displayed on a sign, “&lt;a href="http://www.barbarblacksheep.com/" target="_blank"&gt;barbarblacksheep.com&lt;/a&gt;”… because I thought it was quite funny. We had a great time, laughing and just letting loose… after which we all decided to march over to a local grocery store, so we wouldn’t wake up in the morning hungry and without anything in our rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I’ve had a pretty unlucky experience with the housing here. My landline phone does not work. The internet which we are simply supposed to connect to with the provided Ethernet cable does not work. My key to get into the building was actually a deactivated one, which means that I have the key to get into my room but not to get into the building where my room actually is. Because it's the weekend, I've had a tough time resolving my problems immediately. The person who answered my call to the support line for the internet provider was confused, and the best response he could give me was “Oh… it’s not supposed to do that.” Technology always has a way of ruining your day, doesn't it? I consider all of this part of the transition process, I suppose, and hope that these problems will all resolve themselves soon…. On the other hand, I guess without technology we will all be bored in our rooms and be more encouraged to go out on the town – though I doubt that many of us were planning to stay cooped up in our rooms anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3963651619862478848-1205259103065893771?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/1205259103065893771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=1205259103065893771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/1205259103065893771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/1205259103065893771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-two-landing-in-london-epic-in_2117.html' title='Week Two: Landing in London, An Epic in Three Parts (1)'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3963651619862478848.post-5357028683421140079</id><published>2008-05-28T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:34:11.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week One: Warming Up With DC</title><content type='html'>Only three days after my slew of finals ended, I arrived in Washington, DC! By “warming up” (in the title) I mean to say slowly preparing for a crazy two months of traveling once we arrive in London. The phrase has nothing to do with the weather. I actually had expected a wave of heat and humidity the second I stepped out of the airport, but instead it was crisp, chilly, and sometimes windy to the point that walking outside feels like resistance training. Now it has become more sunny and warm, but not to the point where I want to melt, which I often do during the summer. I come from a city inland from Malibu, CA, where we had been experiencing temperatures in the 90s, considerably different from the atmosphere here in DC. That being said, I should admit that I’m a bad Californian and cannot take much heat at all, so I love this DC weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207701413844345570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEV42CR94uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YholaVc0XX8/s320/Mai+1.6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;View from The Grand Apartments&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;My three roommates, Pam, Leslie, and Alisa were the first new people I met and we all get along amazingly! We are honestly content sitting around in our living room, cracking jokes, and rolling around with laughter (literally, in my case). Laughing definitely contributes to the daily workout, on top of having to walk everywhere. Our group of 30 heading for London seems to be an interesting mix and we come from colleges and universities all over the states. On the first day of the seminar we had to do introductions, and even though that activity tends to bore people, with this group there were a lot of laughs and hilarious comments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207701830456173314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEV5OSR94wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/edIjNwi5UX8/s320/Mai+1.1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The roomies and me - left to right is Alisa, Leslie, me, and Pam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;With no car handy, we have been using the metro to get to the Washington Center and around town. In preparation for being completely poor in Europe, my roomies calculated prices and came to the conclusion that buying a 7-day pass would be more economical than pay-as-you-go. That means just in transportation alone, I have spent $55 for the cab ride to the Grand Apartments from Dulles, and $39 for the metro pass. Then calculate in the food costs and whatnot and … my wallet is hurting. Speaking of things that are hurting… my feet are hurting. We’ve had to walk around for site visits plenty of times so far, and they’re not actually that far apart, but I have had the worst luck with shoes anyone could ever have. My “professional” shoes gave me blisters, so I switched to my new sandals, which made my feet raw. So I bought another pair of sandals, which rubbed the back of my feet to the point of bleeding… then I bought flip-flops but the thong part of it has made blisters as well because I’ve already worn them too much… moral of the story: bring shoes you KNOW you are comfortable in! Or else you will be limping like me all over DC and it won’t be very enjoyable… On a more uplifting note, I just bought padding to stick in my shoes so I won’t be walking around with open wounds anymore… although I’m sure you were on the edge of your seat wondering what would become of my feet.&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I’ve visited the National Building Museum, Chinatown, Ben’s Chili Bowl, the DC Arts &lt;/span&gt;Center, the Anacostia Community Museum, the Eastern Market, and the Newseum as part of the agenda that the Washington Center drew up for us. We were on a schedule with those visits, and I personally like to look around on my own timetable. Apparently, my roomies and I were thinking the same thing, so yesterday (on Saturday), we went down to the National Mall (and by “mall” I am referring to the strip with the famous monuments that stretch from one end to the other, ending with the Lincoln Memorial) and walked our hearts out. (As a side note, no, that experience was also not good for my feet). We got off at Union Station and walked all the way to Lincoln Memorial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207704527695635266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEV7rSR940I/AAAAAAAAABc/k9loiCY2vLo/s320/Mai+1.5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Capitol Building when roaming the National Mall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207703217730609954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEV6fCR94yI/AAAAAAAAABM/b_ULyoU26io/s320/Mai+1.4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting lost in DC...my roomies asking directions from the cops haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reflecting pool was slightly overrated in my opinion, it was just a shallow, muddy body of water with ducks swimming around in it… but the WWII Memorial was quite pretty and the view from the Lincoln Memorial was pretty as well. The Washington Monument is very, very high… it looks so much shorter from far away (yes, duh, I know, things are supposed to look smaller from further away, but I really didn’t expect it to be that tall). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207704261407662898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEV7byR94zI/AAAAAAAAABU/vRnI7q9ACDM/s320/Mai+1.3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The reflecting pool leading up to the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I met up with a friend from high school who I haven’t seen for about two years. He is now attending Georgetown University and is out here taking summer classes as well as working for a think tank in the Department of Defense. It took forever for me to get to that side of town, but it was well worth it. We had brunch in this interesting Asian fusion restaurant where I had to debate whether or not to spend money, but ultimately gave in and decided “what the hell, I like food.” That was worth it as well (even though now I am going to pack sandwiches for lunch the rest of the time here just to make up for the guilt I feel for eating out so much). We trekked around Georgetown, which has really nice shops and buildings in the old style architecture that I absolutely love. He also took me for a tour of Georgetown and some of their older buildings like Healy Hall were really pretty as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207705803300922210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEV81iR942I/AAAAAAAAABs/7sEEjZ_-ocs/s320/Mai+1.2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Healy Hall at Georgetown University&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later in the evening, we went to the AFI (American Film Institute) Silver Theater and Cultural Center to see an old French movie by Jean-Luc Godard, called À bout de soufflé or Breathless. After that movie, we sat in our same spots until the next movie started, which turned out to be The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Even now I still have the infamous theme song playing in my head, complete with “wah-wah-wah-wah” noises. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207705244955173714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEV8VCR941I/AAAAAAAAABk/_rABD_d6Om0/s320/Mai+1.7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Potomac River while walking around Georgetown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By tomorrow (Monday), I will have been in DC for a week, which means that we are headed for London in several days! I have never been to Europe and I’m excited to get thrown into a completely different scene. I heard somewhere that to really rediscover yourself, you should move and live in a different place every so often (I forget the exact amount of time). That could be true, since a change of scenery would most likely take you out of your comfort zone and throw you for a loop, or several.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some time left in DC though, and a few more sites to see! I hear that there will be a lot of walking in London… on the top of my list is to buy shoes that don’t kill my feet before we head across the Atlantic (if you remember, my feet have suffered all sorts of pain since arriving). That ends my mini-self-pity party about my feet (hopefully). I’ll keep you posted on my whereabouts!&lt;/p&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/3963651619862478848-5357028683421140079?l=londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/feeds/5357028683421140079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3963651619862478848&amp;postID=5357028683421140079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/5357028683421140079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3963651619862478848/posts/default/5357028683421140079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://londonsummmer2008.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-one-warming-up-with-dc.html' title='Week One: Warming Up With DC'/><author><name>Mai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12823900584465440376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GbvtCCM098w/SEV42CR94uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/YholaVc0XX8/s72-c/Mai+1.6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
