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Correction: I was warned by my advisor that "culture shock" and "home sickness" were in fact real, I just thought as a strong woman I was immune to these disgusting diseases. Unlock my cold, this unfortunate sickness can only be cured with a big fat dose of THEATRE. The doctor ordered me to remind myself why I travelled across the ocean. Because of my the severity of my ailment, I was required to doses of said medication: Dose one, We Will Rock You. and then Henry IV back at the Globe.

In classic Guido fashion, my friends and I were only planning on seeing one show, Henry IV, but when en route to the British Museum, we pass The Dominion Theatre. My friend said, "I wonder how much tickets are?" I said, "Go ask." So she did, and less than 5 minutes later we were had tickets on row J orchestra, which turned out to be ridiculously good seats. Was is a good show? Not really. Was it the best time I've had in the theatre in a long while? Absolutely! It was a blast! The whole audience was singing and dancing. I could barely contain myself. It was an insanely fun show. In great contrast to the rest of the day, but it was like taking a double shot of espresso. I was so full of energy and ready for HENRY IV!

Henry IV part 1 I can't even describe in words. I wish I could. Really. It was the single best show I've seen...ever. And frankly (excuse my french) I've seen some fucking incredible performances (The Seagull and Spring Awakening in previews comes to mind) but this show reached a different hemisphere of quality. When you see Shakespeare, it's generally extremely long. I've heard of productions of Henry IV running for 4 1/2 hours. Not at the globe. These people are pros with timing, energy, rhythm, dramatic pause, scene changes, I'm sure you get the picture. It was 3 1/2 hours of pure joy. I was standing with the other groundlings for the entire time and my feet didn't even feel the pain. It was so good I bought the program. Here's a funny thing, in London you don't receive a complimentary program at all, no playbill, zip. The Henry program is a two for one because I'm going back for part two. It's beautiful. I won't be cutting it up for my book.

Before all of this mind blowing theatre, we went to the British Museum. I didn't even know this place existed, but I am glad it does! It was crazy. Early, I was musing about some of the buildings here being older than my country, well they have an entire WING on Ancient Egypt, Assyria, Greece, and Rome. For example, some of the Parthenon is there. ANd no, it's not a reconstruction. I am glad I was able to visit the God of Theatre before starting my trip in the sublime.

Here I am with him. :)

I am also glad that I was able to have possibly one of the coolest days of my life before today because it was awful. Thank goodness for my amazing parents. When mama bear thinks baby bear is in trouble, WHEW! does she attack. I am thankful for Skype so I could watch mom bite at the Wachovia people for screwing with me. Basically, Wachovia had me on hold forever and that charged international minutes to my phone, which in turn made me go over my balance, which led to the discovery that my sim card isn't compatible with the phone its in even though the guy promised me it was. WHATEVER. Basically. It all got worked out because like mother like daughter. AND NOW I'M GOING TO VALENCIA.

Dreams come true. or rather:

Los suenos vienen verdad.