"I Feel Poor" and Other Stories of a Broke College Girl

outside of the National Archives

   Yesterday I went to Harrods. With 20 pounds in my pocket. I felt like I could barely afford the air. Three hours later and we hadn't even gotten to the clothing and everything normally associated with Harrods. Instead, we did what normal college students do and headed straight to Pet Kingdom, the Disney store, and Toy Kingdom. Pausing at the Godiva chocolate cafe I bought the most expensive and exquisite drink of my life. I was in chocolate heaven. We then went to the book store portion and meandered down to the Food Halls. There, I was overwhelmed by the sheer vastness and scents and food that was literally everywhere. I don't know how I managed to get through there without paying a pence. Willpower? Harrods was amazing. It was overwhelming and awesome.

the bread stall!

  On Friday Deanna and I explored the borough of Richmond Park for a British Politics project. We tried to go to Kew Gardens, but £16 a person is a little pricy. Plus it was raining and wandering around a beautiful garden while getting soaked was somehow not that appealing. Instead, we ate at the Bread Stall, a bakery which also sells their bread right outside of the tube station. It was delicious. We also found the National Archives, in which you can trace your ancestry if you know enough details such as year, last name, and place of departure. It was pretty cool. After class several of us ate at Yo Sushi and then went to an Indian restaurant to eat even more food.

  Today has been rather uneventful. I've worked on the mountain of homework and cooked a mound of delicious pasta with Warren for our cooking group.It has been a quiet but productive weekend here in rainy London town. 

This is what delicious looks like