My
Days in England
My
life in London differed dramatically from my life in Firenze. I was working
full time as an intern for Nigel
Evans at the British House
of Commons. I lived in a flat on Great Russell Street, only a block
away from the British
Museum, with three boys and three other girls. Needless to say, my
life was quite eventful with full time work and so many flatmates. I'll
definitely say it is one of my more interesting semesters.
This
my flatmate Isaac and I on the Thames. Parliament is in the background.
My
flatmates and I after a night on the town. Late nights and fire extinguishers
...a dangerous combination. Cheryl and I at a club
in London.
A
house that I stayed in while I was campaigning for Nigel's reelection (he
won). Traci, an American who worked in the office with me, and Richard
are standing in front of the house. The woman who owned the house asked
me if I had seen or heard anything strange while I was there. I told her
I hadn't noticed anything and she proceeds to tell me about the ghost that
haunts the house. Apparently sometime during the War of the Roses a man
buried his life savings somewhere on the grounds of the house but died
before he could tell anyone where it was buried. He now roams the house
and grounds searching for his treasure.