Week 11
July 12 – 18
MONDAY the 12th marked the first day of rehearsal. We sat in a forever-long meeting talking about hopes for the show and tentative plans for our weekends. We ran out of there as soon as humanly possible and went to the cinema so Logan could take Laura to Fahrenheit 9/11 while I finally saw Harry Potter 3. All was well until we tried to get home. We were informed, by a Sainsbury’s worker who often had to break such news to waiting pedestrians, that the bus had stopped running. We tried to catch another bus which he referred us to, but after 45 minutes of waiting, we started to ask around again to be sure we could get home. Luckily, we asked a man who took pity on us a drove us back to campus. May he be forever blessed.
Besides seeing Spiderman 2 on THUSDAY, nothing much happened until we traveled to Oxford on Friday the 16th. As should always be done when visiting a new area that has a tower, we climbed up the tower. We saw one of the three covered bridges in Europe as well as the room used for the infirmary in the Harry Potter films. It’s inside the Bodleian Library where the Bible was first translated. We also went into the Ashmolean Museum for a bit before heading to Blenhim Palace with our cast. We went to this colossal home because it is known as the Versaille of England, and it’s where the exteriors of Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet were filmed. We also, as one must do when there is one available, traversed the big hedge maze on the grounds. Lastly, we saw the butterfly garden and stood on the sundial that uses one’s shadow to indicate the time.
SATURDAY and SUNDAY the 17th-18th, we returned to London. We saw Old Times with Jeremy Northam, who was very gracious when we met him after the show. We then hurried over to Oleanna just as it closed to try to meet Aaron Eckhart. We had heard he was a jerk and he didn’t disappoint. He was probably just sore because his show was closing early. Just goes to show that star power cannot carry a show without talent (Julia Stiles was his costar). After eating our fill at Wagamama’s, we met up with the cast to see Journey's End. It was a mediocre show set in the British trenches of WWI. We were meant to use it as character motivation since Enchanted April takes place just after the war.
That night, the group left and we made our way to the hostel. Having expected towels to be provided, we had to dry off with extra sheets. I slept better there than back at the dorms since the constant sound of drunken Americans and rowdy teenaged Italians had been escaped. In the morning we went to church for the only time we were able to make it in the five weeks we were on the program. We then attended evensong at Westminster Abbey, after which Laura and I promptly lost Logan on the way to Macky's (Londoners’ name for McDonalds). He had gone across the wrong street to the other Macky’s when Laura and I went ahead. After an hour of searching the streets and various Macky’s and knowing we could all get home alright, Laura and I caught the next train home. Logan made it home and we all laughed about the incident.
Logan and Laura then awoke the next morning rather sick. I would have to wait a few more weeks for my turn at the bug.
MONDAY the 12th marked the first day of rehearsal. We sat in a forever-long meeting talking about hopes for the show and tentative plans for our weekends. We ran out of there as soon as humanly possible and went to the cinema so Logan could take Laura to Fahrenheit 9/11 while I finally saw Harry Potter 3. All was well until we tried to get home. We were informed, by a Sainsbury’s worker who often had to break such news to waiting pedestrians, that the bus had stopped running. We tried to catch another bus which he referred us to, but after 45 minutes of waiting, we started to ask around again to be sure we could get home. Luckily, we asked a man who took pity on us a drove us back to campus. May he be forever blessed.
Besides seeing Spiderman 2 on THUSDAY, nothing much happened until we traveled to Oxford on Friday the 16th. As should always be done when visiting a new area that has a tower, we climbed up the tower. We saw one of the three covered bridges in Europe as well as the room used for the infirmary in the Harry Potter films. It’s inside the Bodleian Library where the Bible was first translated. We also went into the Ashmolean Museum for a bit before heading to Blenhim Palace with our cast. We went to this colossal home because it is known as the Versaille of England, and it’s where the exteriors of Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet were filmed. We also, as one must do when there is one available, traversed the big hedge maze on the grounds. Lastly, we saw the butterfly garden and stood on the sundial that uses one’s shadow to indicate the time.
SATURDAY and SUNDAY the 17th-18th, we returned to London. We saw Old Times with Jeremy Northam, who was very gracious when we met him after the show. We then hurried over to Oleanna just as it closed to try to meet Aaron Eckhart. We had heard he was a jerk and he didn’t disappoint. He was probably just sore because his show was closing early. Just goes to show that star power cannot carry a show without talent (Julia Stiles was his costar). After eating our fill at Wagamama’s, we met up with the cast to see Journey's End. It was a mediocre show set in the British trenches of WWI. We were meant to use it as character motivation since Enchanted April takes place just after the war.
That night, the group left and we made our way to the hostel. Having expected towels to be provided, we had to dry off with extra sheets. I slept better there than back at the dorms since the constant sound of drunken Americans and rowdy teenaged Italians had been escaped. In the morning we went to church for the only time we were able to make it in the five weeks we were on the program. We then attended evensong at Westminster Abbey, after which Laura and I promptly lost Logan on the way to Macky's (Londoners’ name for McDonalds). He had gone across the wrong street to the other Macky’s when Laura and I went ahead. After an hour of searching the streets and various Macky’s and knowing we could all get home alright, Laura and I caught the next train home. Logan made it home and we all laughed about the incident.
Logan and Laura then awoke the next morning rather sick. I would have to wait a few more weeks for my turn at the bug.
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