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For once in my life I feel that time is being a friend to me. We have been here a week but it feels like so much longer. The days go by slowly enough that I dont feel rushed and each day feels like an accomplishment. (even a day like today when I'm not out and about, just sitting around home doing homework) Here is a quick list of the things I have done since the previous post. Saturday was simply a rest and do homework day. Sunday afternoon was spent celebrating Chinese New Year in Chinatown. We were amongst the hustle and bustle of tourists, taking pictures of dragons and things. Found a great little place to eat called Noodle Stop. Delish! We are thinking of having Sundays in Chinatown as our little tradition while we are in London. After dinner we went home and dressed up a bit for a small celebration at O'neills. We had survived our first week in London! Hooray! Monday morning classes were a bit rough but we made up for it in the afternoon. Miggs had a small scavenger hunt prepared for us at the British Library. I saw original writings by Jane Austen and Leonardo Da Vinci. (backwards writing!) Then (brace yourselves) I saw lyrics for Beatles songs written by Paul and John themselves! This inspired Gillian and me so we decided to go find Abbey Road and Paul McCartney's house. On the way there we stopped at the Sherlock Holmes museum. This was a fun time. The museum is set up in an old Victorian house. It creaked and moaned as people walked up its aged steps. The entire house was set up as if Sherlock and Watson had lived there themselves. Wax figures of the criminals they were after were placed creepily all over. We took silly pictures with them. In one of the rooms we found an old "toilet" which was more like a bedpan in a box. We stood in the room with a sketchy-looking French couple. They looked at each other, looked at us, back at each other and nodded. The man pulled down his jeans and posed over the toilet so she could take a picture. I was shocked and strangely delighted. It was hilarious. Surely, we thought, this encounter could not be topped while we were in the museum so it was time to move on. We found Abbey Road but decided to come back for a picture when the weather was nicer. We mapped our way to the house where Sir Paul had lived for 40 years. Many of the bricks guarding the house had been defaced with permanent marker reading "I love you Paul!" and the like. A small side note before I depart for more adventures: London is chalk full of beautiful men. End.