Last Day in London (July 21st)

Britta's Blog Astrid sounds like a man. Her voice is all scratchy from her cold and almost gone, and I am mocking her for it, which is fun because she can't do anything about it except for talk like a man some more, which is funny, or she can whimper like a dying pubescent boy with a ton of voice cracks. Since she wasn't feeling well all day today and could barely stay awake through breakfast, she chose to stay at the hotel, which sucks. First thing we did today was visit the British Museum of Natural History which is pretty much like any other museum except it is British and has a lot more neat rocks and art displays and stuff, so I guess it was actually a butt load better than most museums. We saw the Hope Diamond and the Tiffany Diamond, among others. Then we went to Harrods, which we essentially knew nothing about except that it was a nice mall. Well. Nice if you're a gazillionaire with no limit on your credit card. It was all this high end, hoitytoity fancy-ass shit and the only thing we could afford was meat and cheese. The meat and cheese was delicious though, and we walked around until we found a beautiful park to eat a picnic.  When we returned to the hotel, Astrid was chilling on the couch, but instead of sounding like a man or a pubescent boy, she had almost completely lost her voice. It was really warm out so I was sweating a lot when I sat down. Astrid told me I smelled bad, so I pulled off my sock and pretended to throw it at her asking if that was the source of the stench. She screeched, which is an awfully funny sound from someone who can't talk.  At 5pm-ish, we headed down to the Globe Theatre, the reconstruction of the original theatre where all of Shakespeare's plays were first performed. It was a 3 hour Macbeth play and we had to stand the whole time. It was so hard core that if you squatted or sat down you were escorted out. The security team was made up of a bunch of hardass grannies. The actors and actresses were phenomenal!!! But the actor playing Banquo looked familiar, and I realized he looked like Pippin from Lord of the Rings, just much more life size, in shoes, and with brown hair instead of red. I told Mom what I thought, and then asked her if she thought it was actually him. She said "NO WAY, GOSH" and I was like 'whatever, like you can see that much detail anyways, you're not even wearing your glasses.' Turns out, the dudes next to dad looked up who he was and he did play Pippin. I WAS RIGHT. Too bad Astrid missed it.  NOTES FROM ASTRID: Well obviously today was an extremely eventful day for me. I woke up with a sore throat and no voice, and after breakfast the rest of the "gang" departed and I slept in the hotel room for 4 hours. When I woke up I was starving and ate some leftover honey-roasted peanuts and some mints. I decided not to go downstairs to eat or get room service because my voice situation was highly embarrassing (I know this because I recorded myself talking and then listened to it). Then I read my book and surfed the internet on my phone. I even did some word searches on Mom's iPad and broke the high score (It got pretty heated). Later in the evening I started to feel a bit more energized so I did some sit ups on the hotel room floor. Pretty sure I am training harder than the Jr. national team. Just saying. The rest of the night consisted of taking a shower, eating oatmeal and chocolate and sitting there doing absolutely nothing. Although I think that's about a hundred times better than standing for 3 hours and listening to language that I can't even understand.