Location: Gloucester Place, LondonWe woke up to the sun shining into the room. If it wasn't for the darn grills on the window, the 3 of us [me in particular] would have just lain in the sun and tanned. Since both Melissa and Cheyenne weren't working, we decided to spend the day at Regent's Park tanning. Something I wouldn't mind because I have basically seen all that I needed to see in London, and bought all that I set out to buy, which frees up the rest of my days here. Plus, I wouldn't pass up any chance I can get to spend a day in a place so beautifully green. It's times like these that I wished I could paint. I would set up my easel at the edge of the lake and painted away.
As fate would have it [like it usually does], we had just managed to find a spot on the grass void of duck poo and got comfortable when after twenty minutes, the sun went behind a cloud and never rose it's shiny head again. So we trudged back to the apartment, but not before dropping by Tesco to stock up on water.We decided to go down to the Tate Modern to see the Dali exhibitions, and Danny, being the bored Brit boy he was, decided to tag along with us. Someone mentioned that we were the 'Four Musketeers'. Catchy ain't it?At the museum, we realised we were too cheap to fish out £11 for the admission, which in my opinion is really steep and Salvador Dali just ain't worth it, and just contented ourselves with the many free exhibits displayed around the museum. I've realised that I'm never going to be one for art appreciation. Sure, I've studied many of these works in school, but I've never grown to appreciate modern art. I could never stand and stare at some quirky installation and marvel at the ingenuity of the artist because I could never see how, say, a tub of faeces [Yes, there was an exhibit which thankfully was contained within a glass case] could become art. We then hung around the museum shops for abit, scrounging around for whatever cheap buys we could find before heading next door for some food because poor Danny was so hungry he could hardly stand straight.On our way back, we stopped by Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, or rather, its shop, to see what we could find, before heading across the Millennium Bridge [great view of St. Paul's Cathedral again] and onto home. A pretty uneventful day, but one made enjoyable because Mom sent me a message saying my results have come in and I've passed! Which also made me do this silent 'Wheee' thing on the bed, unnoticeable by Melissa because she had her earphones on so I probably only looked like I was stretching.