After a short ride (READ: white nuckled trying not to watch the bus driver kiss the bumper of every car in front of us upon stopping, and reveling at the phenomenon of driving on the left side of the road while trying to fall asleep from exhaustion) we arrived at the Lodge. 9 people, 9 suitcases, 9 backpacks, 2 frazzled adults and 7 excited girls.
We settled on a pizzeria. I actually had a ceaser salad and a damn good cup of espresso.
Damn that coffee was GOOD.
The shared room for Lara and I (my fellow leader and partner in crime for the next 9 days)
Thanks to Lara's redneck Girl Scout ingenuity, we made a cross breeze in our hotter than hell room. 2 knee high panty hose tied together, tied to the towel rack. Fucking genius.
Way past my bedtime, I crawled in to bed with my Smash Journal, and wrote down everything I could conceivably remember, with what little brain function I had left.
Lights out London.