This week is being quite stressful because I have to prepare my documents to change the university where I'll study next course. I consider the period is too short and I don't want to wait until September because that means I'll begin later than other people and I don't want to miss any class. On top of all, being so far I don't have any control over the steps nor process, and I feel kinda insecurity and most likely unnecesary worries. But, I can't help myself, it's something very important to me, because i can't afford myself to lose another year. It's been difficult to realise what I wanted to do in my life and now that I'm aware of it, I only want to do it and work hard to achieve it. So, the deadline for the enrollment form is on 21st. which means you don't have too much time because I assume that you can't go at the weekend, or yes? All I know is there's a huge lack of info.
Lollipop lady aka crossing guard is one of those things I've discovered in this country. It has become so familiar to see her every single day that It's strange when she isn't. For example, this morning we haven't seen her and despite the flow of traffic is limited (Although it's supposed to be rush hour), she helps us alot to cross the road. I have no idea how she is called but all I can say is that she is very friendly and helpful, I suppose that it's part of her job. In any case, thank you for your service which can become very tough when the weather is bad and ugly, something quite common in here. 
(Picture taken in London's tube)
After such a wonderful night, I cannot help this feeling of emptiness. It's being a sad day, the height is I've get wet on my way home and Abbie has laughed at my curly and soaking wet hair. I've tried to walk as fast as my legs allowed me. Jumping over the big puddles!
(The upper picture is my temple where I have all language books and dictionaries. The bad thing is most of them are only reference books which means I cannot take them home. Below, there's a picture of a book that has made me think of someone called Indira. I'm looking forward to cuddling her!)
Tonight is gonna be a bitter night. I'm going to have dinner out and I'm sure it will be very nice and pleasant. However, and in spite of the undeniable quality of the food in that Italian restaurant, the reason why we are meeting is to say 'see you'. You have been these last weeks saying how few time there was ahead, and I'll miss you so much. The important thing is we enjoy as much as possible and we keep in touch. It's not the end.
Another day that went by and soon another month. Time goes so fast in this place. I dunno way, maybe it's just due to I keep myself so busy during the whole day. Finally It was true that It was going to rain and we have had a typical rainy day. Abbie has had swimming today and I've spent 5 hours non-stop working. I feel so tired right now. I'd like to be in my bed, with Katy and Indira but all I have is Rossie and Tomasina. It's not tha same. I miss them a lot lately. I know I'll be with them soon and I cannot wait for that moment. So...tomorrow Friday at least! I still have to make my plans for the weekend.
What a wonderful places! If I don't have enough time I'll regret not visiting Sandwich, but may be it will be more interesting to see the other side: Margate, Ramsgate, Broadstairs, etc. etc. As I said in a previous post, my intention is coming back and discover more places. I've been twice to Dover (having trouble in pronouncing the entire name of the railway station: Dover Priory, but It doesn't really matter too much because I was able to make myself understood). The city in itself it's not as big as I imagined (WRONG!) and It's a very cosy small town. The promenade was under construction and It was not very nice to see but anyway It was worth to visit it twice as we enjoy the wonderful castle (the wonderful and huge castle), the cliffs (in our attempt to see them) and the small museum where I saw a polar bear and I thought they were not such a big species!
Deal is a smaller city not very far from Dover and It counts with a nice seafront, a long and scary pier where everybody goes to fish. I saw a sing where it said it was prohibited fishing but only in a specefic area, I should have read the whole message. Damn it! haha
We got on a small tour boat and it was very exciting as it was my first time. I was a bit terrified because it was been rocking by the waves.
I have got tanned arms and chest in these sunny days. Everybody who has spent a weekend in London says ohh, It's always raining, blah, blah, blah. Rubbish! Oh, speaking of rain, I've broken three brollies since I'm here. On second thoughts, I didn't break the last one but the thing is the stupid wind keeps making me buying umbrellas like a maniac- 
A caricature of British Prime Minister Pitt and the French Emperor Napoleon dividing the world between themselves.
Despite the fact that I've been having in mind to write on my blog, it seems my muse has taken a holiday. Now I find myself with lots of things to write about that have happened in these weeks 'in blank'. Lack of time has been another important issue.
Last Wednesday I was at Abbie's school. She wanted me to go to see her perfomance. They danced three different songs. I didn't like the songs particularly but they were full of beans and did a good job. They were a very symple and dynamic coreographies. They were quite coordinated though. It was a nice assembly and the headmaster was talking to the children and teachers. It was the first time I saw her. The radio was about to stop in the middle of a song, and they carried on dancing like professional dancers.
He was the leader of the English Peasants' Revolt of 1381. Tyler's Rebellion was not only the most extreme and widespread insurrection in English history but also the best-documented popular rebellion ever to have occurred during medieval times. The names of some of its leaders, John Ball, Wat Tyler and Jack Straw, are still familiar in popular culture even though next to nothing is known about them.
Oasts are generally associated with Kent, but are also found in Sussex, Surrey and Hampshire.The purpose of an oast is to dry hops. This is achieved by the use of a flow of heated air through the kiln, rather than a firing process.
Despite the fact that I was unsure of the cut of beef I was eating, I enjoyed this meal so much. I bought it in High Street, and I was very tempted to get it again yesterday but I'll wait. Next thing I want to try is toad in the hole. I know it's high-fat food and unhealthy but I won't be able to try it in Madrid (maybe yes).
One of the best-known stories about Saint George is his fight with a dragon. But it is highly unlikely that he ever fought a dragon, and even more unlikely that he ever actually visited England. Despite this, St George is known throughout the world as the dragon-slaying patron saint of England. 
(Shop window in High Street in Gillingham)I was expecting...How should I put it? I was expecting...just something this day. It was the saint patron's day in here and there was no sign of it. Apart from their loved-postcards and a few flags everywhere. I had the idea they didn't have to work and it was a bank holiday. I realised of my big mistake. It's a shame they don't celebrate this day. After these two hard weeks working (that's after Easter) I was also expecting maybe I could be off this day as well. Curiously, they'll be off the 1st May because It's a bank holiday. That's right, but what happen with St. George? Is the society changing? or has the society changed yet? I'm afraid the question should be the second one. But I have to wonder now if this change is positive and how it will affect us in the future.
Since ancestral times, human being have felt attracted by the sky without any apparent reason. The gradual knowledge of how the world's elements work has been a decisive factor in the development of our technology. There was a time withouth precise watches neither street lighting, and people had to know the time looking at the sun and lit their steps with the brightness of the stars at night. The number of myths, legends and stories around this midget glow-worms is countless, in the same way we have a lot of unanswered questions.
The last Thursday we could read this on BBC: All flights in and out of the UK and several other European countries have been suspended as ash from a volcanic eruption in Iceland moves south. Experts have warned that the tiny particles of rock, glass and sand contained in the ash cloud from the still-erupting volcano could be sufficient to jam aircraft engines. The European air safety body, Eurocontrol, said the cloud of ash had reached 55,000ft and was expected to move through northern UK and Scotland.
Let's stir up the past, it seems like if there were a sort of inconvenient with planes this year across the UK (Which affects me directly). December and January were the months of the snow and a lot of flights were disrupted causing a chaos in the airports. Afterwards we had the strikes of BA on March, and now we have a volcanic eruption! What'll be next thing? An evil dragon belching out fire while it's snowing heavily in summer? C'mon!
30 St Mary Axe, also known as the Gherkin and the Swiss Re Building, is a skyscraper in London's main financial district, the City of London. 
The East End of London, also known simply as the East End, is the area of London, England, east of the medieval walled City of London and north of the River Thames, although it is not defined by universally accepted formal boundaries. Use of the term in a pejorative sense began in the late 19th century, as the expansion of the population of London led to extreme overcrowding throughout the area and a concentration of poor people and immigrants in the East End.
The invention about 1880 of the term 'East End' was rapidly taken up by the new halfpenny press, and in the pulpit and the music hall... A shabby man from Paddington, St Marylebone or Battersea might pass muster as one of the respectable poor. But the same man coming from Bethnal Green, Shadwell or Wapping was an 'East Ender', the box of Keating's bug powder must be reached for, and the spoons locked up. In the long run this cruel stigma came to do good. It was a final incentive to the poorest to get out of the 'East End' at all costs, and it became a concentrated reminder to the public conscience that nothing to be found in the 'East End' should be tolerated in a Christian country. —The Nineteenth Century XXIV (1888)
The baked potato has been popular in the UK for many years. In the mid 1800s, baked potatoes were sold on the streets by hawkers during the autumn and winter months. In London, it was estimated that some 10 tons of baked potatoes were sold each day by this method.Guy Fawkes Night was a traditional time to eat baked potatoes, often baked in the glowing embers of a bonfire, however this is no longer common and they are eaten at any time of the year.
Imagine a mountain higher than Mount Everest, so high you can almost touch the stars and the clouds in the sky. Life, in a simplistic way, is something like this. The bad news is you only have one chance to approach the summet on the top. It's not an easy climb (we have the proper name Ascensión in Spanish which comes from the verb ascender, maybe all people with this name have half of the journey already gained). Paradoxically, the verb ascend exists in English (according to the RAE it has a latin origin) language too, and in both languages we have the word (to) descend (verb) and descent (noun): descender and descenso respectively. Leaving words far behind, and carrying on with the metaphor, it's easily to fall down and move backwards. Nevertheless, it's a valuable lesson when you are able to fight nail and tooth to get back in the climb and don't give up.
