Oxford

Deb is sitting next to me at an Internet cafe in Oxford, England. I'm paying a pound to use this terminal so this better be one hell of a post.

We got here via a tour bus we picked up in London. Yesterday we rode the Tube and hit a museum. We noticed we both had plenty of dirt in our mucous after riding the trains all day. I wonder if this has anything to do with the fact that many men here seem to dig in their noses without any help from a tissue. Deb and I watched one man eat his boogers.

Pointy shoes are necessary if you're a woman. Very pointy shoes.

The weather has been overcast and rainy at times. It's strange to feel sticky from the humidity when it's so cold. We both took showers to wash off the city when we got back to our hotel room last night.

Speaking of our hotel room, it's nice. When we checked in our room was right off the vent from the kitchen so it smelled of that morning's breakfast. I was ready to puke already (leftover from the flu we've been battling all week). I went to the front desk and they gave us another room. Good move. Our room is clean with high ceilings. Nothing fancy at all, but satisfactory and it doesn't smell like greasy eggs.

No bed bugs.

Here's Deb -

We found our way from the airport to Paddington Station without any trouble, then walked to our hotel, where we crashed for a couple of hours. Flights from Chicago to London suck, suck, suck.

Then we saw the Museum of London and Piccadilly Circus and got a really expensive dinner at an Italian restaurant. Everything is very expensive, but we sent some of you postcards anyway!

We're in Oxford for only another 1/2 hour, so we're leaving now. We're on our way to Stratford-Upon-Avon (English majors and Shakespeare never die). See you!!!