Heya! Happy March! I hope you’re doing alright. Mom saw her first daffodils of the spring today. It was fairly sunny today, so I sat outside to work a little, but it started sprinkling in the way where you can’t tell which cloud it came from.
Last Friday I went into London to see Phantom of the Opera. I made a little tourist itinerary for the hours beforehand, since I was going into London anyway. I went down a little bookshop street called Cecil Court, realized nothing was open yet, meandered into the church in Trafalgar Square, went back, bought a vintage telescope at Covent Garden, bought a book near the British Museum, then visited Charles Dickens’ house for a very long time (they had a nice tea room for my aching feet). I meant to go to a museum where Fragonard’s Swing is but spent too much time with Dickens. Then I started back toward His Majesty’s Theater, realized I had an extra hour to kill, walked into a fancy chocolate store a few blocks away, and succumbed to temptations. I’ve never been this close to spending over my budget. I have been half-starving myself for the past week.
The play was FANTASTIC. I will never be over it. They don’t let you record but I have lots of pictures of the inside. It was 10000% worth being home so late. I had a really good seat that was at the front of the balcony. It was also closer to the stage than I thought, so I could see fine.
I got home about midnight. English trains are evil. It was a very fun adventure, and I slept for twelve hours that night. The font has suddenly changed to Arial, can you see it? Weird. Anyway, this week has not been as interesting as last Friday. Studying, studying, singing Phantom in the shower, studying, panic, you know the drill. I might be able to get extra time on tests, which is good. I hope everything’s alright there — I hope you’re well — etc. You know I’m always thinking it. I love you.
With love,
Alice