Heathrow to Cockfosters

I managed the plane, dazzled the border agent, and met one of my flatmate's at her terminal yesterday despite my zombie-like state after flying through the night. The tube I took was going from Heathrow to Cockfosters, which I managed to only giggle at once. After the tube ride, my flatmate and I struggled the few blocks to our flat with our luggage, though I did have a bit of help from a very nice Brit who carried my heavy suitcase down a set of stairs for me. I spent most of the rest of the day longing for bed, but managed to make it to Sainsbury's for a few groceries and the orientation meeting for the classroom building and the flats. Then, thoroughly exhausted, I was in bed by eight.

Today, I was up for a bit more adventure. A few classmates and I went out to get them UK cellphones and to find more groceries for all of us. After lunch we wandered back out in search of bookstores and ended up walking around for the better part of the afternoon until we were a bit lost and had sore feet. I have no idea where we were, which I suppose does not make for the most informative entry for today, but we at least found our way back to the flats. Newly armed with my very own copy of London A to Z, I hope to provide more exciting tales than supermarket visits soon, although I did get some “All Butter Cheese Twists” today that are thankfully not actually all butter.