Today the class planned on taking a trip to see a parliamentary debate.. but the problem was that we could not reserve seating. We had to just show up and hope for the best. Apparently, about 800 other people had the same idea as my class. And no amount of bargaining or sweet talk from our professor, Martin, could get us in either. A little discouraged, we were given the rest of the afternoon off. Me and a few friends went on a walk of the city, specifically a British Navy statues walk. This may sound a little far fetched and you may be thinking, 'Jill, how many NAVY statues can one little city have...' But remember, Britain used to have the worlds largest and most technologically advanced Navy in the world. Just think about how many wars this Navy must have fought in.. there are a lot of statues. Trust me. While we we walking through down town, through Trafalgar Square, past magnificent palaces of the once elite nobility.. my comrade, Margaret said something that made me think. as we walked through these wonderfully beautiful places, she said, 'man.. going home is going to be sort of sad. We wont be able to just walk through these squares and parks anymore.' Earlier in my adventure, I explained how the locals just walk blindly past these colossal monuments everyday, with out a second glance. Being here for these long months has turned me and my class mates into one of these blindly wandering zombies. I hardly ever become a speechless as I one had when I look at Buckingham Palace in the pinky-hued dusk. My heart rate doesn't speed up when I see the dome and arches of St. Pauls. I become, dare I say it.. ANNOYED when I hear the ding-dong of Big Ben's chiming hourly warning. The city has hardened me in a way, made me less absorbent to its culture, wonder and majesty. It's a sad notion the be leaving this place with. I hope to leave as I arrived, excited, amazed, and ready for anything.