Tea & final thoughts

It turns out that London totally lives up to the "obsessed with tea" stereotype. Tea is to London what coffee is to America, basically. I think I'm gonna stick with coffee. I tried to like tea, I really did. I went through a tea drinking phase in high school but I was just lying to myself. I really, really don't like tea. It pretty much tastes like hot leaf water, and milk and sugar don't do much to help that. But, for the assignment's sake, Camila and I went to a small cafe called Fleet Street Press and ordered a cup of tea. I was hoping that maybe, somehow, tea is magically better over here than in America, but, alas, I was underwhelmed. Sorry, Brits. We're pretty broke, so we didn't get scones or clotted cream or any sort of snack, so unfortunately we didn't get the real authentic British tea experience. That's alright, though, I had plenty of other authentic British experiences.

I hate a lot of things, but I think I had goodbyes most. This has basically been the month of my dreams. Being able to see 22 professional productions in one month is absolutely insane, and it just confirmed that this is what I want to do with my life. I've always heard that, regarding theatre, if you can imagine yourself doing anything else in the world, do that instead. There is not a single thing I would rather do in life, not a single other thing I can imagine myself doing, than creating theatre and being apart of this world. I love it beyond words, and I'm so thankful I got this chance to experience so much theatre in such an awesome way. I don't consider myself a very emotional or sentimental person, but this is one thing I can get real sappy about real quick. I knew I was passionate about theatre before this trip, but this has motivated me to do everything I can to become a working actor in a major city. And for that, I am grateful. 

Thanks, London.