I realized that I never really finished writing about my travels abroad, and for the sake of actually finishing a project, I'm going to try to fill you in.

So let's see... yes. I went to London, Oxford, Paris, Venice, Prague, Paris, GREECE, Paris, Amsterdam, Den Haag, Paris, and then home. In three weeks, I believe. Maybe four. But who's counting?

LONDON:
[this first part is from an unpublished post I wrote immediately after our return to Paris]
"So. Meghann and I went to London. We took the Chunnel there - well, we took a bus through the Chunnel, which was similar to going on Space Mountain but at the same time completely different. Mostly, they just put the bus in a big box and shut off the air supply and moved the box under the water so we couldn't see anything. It was anti-climactic and we were disappointed. Oh. This was AFTER we had to go through the most stupid customs ever. So right before we get on or in the Chunnel, I'm not sure which is correct, they stop the bus so we can all get off, grab all our bags, wait in line to go through security as if it were an airport, bag scanner and metal detector and all. Then we put all our shit back on the bus, hopped back on, eagerly anticipating what we thought would be one swell ride. Well to add insult to what would soon be injury, the bus driver closed the doors, turned on the gas, drove TEN METERS, turned the bus off, and told us all to get off again so we could go through fucking passport check/customs/whatever. It was absurd. But I did get another stamp on my passport, which is actually rarer than you would think for all the traveling that I've been doing [Schengen agreement].
Anyway, London was overwhelming for me. There were SO many people speaking SO many different languages and some bastardized form of American which I guess they call English, which might as well be a different language altogether sometimes, for the variety of accents and differences in vocabulary. It was cloudy, hot, humid, and sticky. And there were many, many bugs a-flight so of course I was displeased about that. But we walked around, ate some foods, saw some museums, went to Harrods, bought some cupcakes, you know. We met up with Matt and Joe and some of their friends that night when we sort of went to a bar or two and somehow ended up getting to Oxford around 4am, meaning sleep started around 5 or 5.30. I don't know how that happened."

OXFORD:
There was some sort of Jesus festival that morning taking place right outside the window that was right next to the bed in which Meghann and I were attempting to sleep. I don't remember what it was for, but there was a lot of music involved, with several individuals who didn't get the joke when someone told them they were lead-singer material. Regardless, it was a horribly unpleasant wake-up call. After a little more sleep and a little breakfast in a dining hall that looking straight out of Harry Potter, it was time for a tour, and then time to punt. Oh yes. Our friend Joseph had cleverly arranged this activity in advance, and for the next few hours Meghann and I proceeded to lounge and watch the mens try to punt. Oh and I spilled Pimms all over the white part of my dress. [I really didn't like Pimms].
I believe after this we went back and napped and then had Indian food for dinner, which was delicious. The boys had to do school things and we had to wake up early the next morning to take the bus back to London, so it was an early night.
We spent the next day in London trekking around, trying to find the Old Globe and the Tate Gallery while being tired and hot, before finding the bus that would take us to the airport. We didn't have time to exchange our currency, so we decided to splurge on the plane. And by splurge, I mean buying a lot of champagne and candy bars [oh Mars bars, how I miss you...] to go with our gourmet cupcakes from Harrods. We keep it classy like that.
We got back to Paris at night and I believe I had a day in which to re-pack and prepare for the next week or so I would be spending with my parents in Venice and Prague...