Peasant Thanksgiving

It seems a little too after the fact to tell you very many details about my trip to London and Dublin, so I'll just run through the basics.
We left for London the day before Thanksgiving (thus missing out on the JCU Thanksgiving dinner in the JCU courtyard. Seriously). Our hostel was in the back of a bar and had a wonderful welcoming gift in the room including a half drank bottle of orange soda, an opened chocolate bar, goggles, and a damp towel. The hostel actually wasn't that bad, but it did have a sketchy feel in the air. While in London I did/saw the following:
Buckingham Palace (the guards were not dressed up in their funny hats--very disappointing)
Westminster Abby (lots of dead poets, including Chaucer and T.S. Elliot)
British Library (Beethoven's, Bach's, Mozart's, Chopin's, and the Beetles' original, handwritten music. By far the coolest thing in London)
Tower of London (meh, kind of boring)
Camden market (the alternative, punkish place in London)
The London Eye (sweet aerial views)
Big Ben and the Parliament building
Ate some fish and chips (really not that good...basically just an entire fish, scales and all, stuck in a deep fryer)
Took an obligatory phone booth photo
Saw platform 9 and 3/4 (London is really capitalizing on this Harry Potter thing)
Visited with the ND London kids and went to their hang outs
Saw Les Miserables (so incredibly amazing)
Rode the Tube (Mind the Gap!)
Became very thankful to be on the euro for a semester instead of the pound

Thanksgiving was a unique experience. My holiday meal consisted in a kebab I bought for 3 pounds from a stand and then wolfed down in about 5 minutes while sitting on a side street near the theater that was playing Les Miserables. We were late for the play, so we had to eat in a hurry, but it was probably the most peasant-like experience of the semester. I'm surprised people didn't throw money at us.
London was a cool city and it was nice to be somewhere where I mostly understood what everyone was saying (sometimes the accents are a bit difficult). This may be a snap judgment since I wasn't in London for very long, but it did not seem like all that great of a place. It was nice to visit and the people were friendly enough, but the whole atmosphere seemed kind of cold and regulated. Maybe I'm just too in love with Rome to really appreciate any other European city, but I think the main difference between London and Rome is that London's character depends on its institutions and buildings while Rome consists in its people. Yeah, that probably is a very biased and quick judgment. Oh well, I love Rome.

Next stop on our trip was Dublin. The hostel in Dublin was the worst I had ever stayed at, so thank goodness it was my last hostel for the semester. I suppose the hostel itself wasn't horrible (except when the man at the front desk tried to steal money from us). The real problem was our roommate--a 30 something Dublin man who shared a bunk with me. Excellent. There was a TV in the room, which may seem like a luxury, but it was just annoying, because after the creepy man was done telling us why the U.S. sucks, he turned on what appeared to be gay porn and refused to turn it off. I put on my headphones and turned Norah Jones up to try and drown out whatever that guy was watching. However, this didn't drown own his sudden shouting and throwing his stuff around. He was nuts. Thank goodness we had a different roommate the second night.
Dublin is one of my favorite cities I have visited. There aren't that many sites or attractions, but the people are incredibly friendly and the atmosphere is very fun. The things we did see include
St. Patrick's Cathedral (but only the outside because it was closed)
Christ's Church (I think that's what it's called)
Trinity College
City Hall
Dublin Castle
Guinness store house (the largest advertisement I have ever seen. Guinness is gross. It is like drinking a sandwich).
Temple Bar

My favorite part of Dublin was when we walked into a bar and a man stopped me and shouted, "JESUS CHRIST! YOU HAVE THE MOST PIERCING DARK EYES! ARE YOU OF ITALIAN DECENT? IT MUST BE ALL THE OLIVE OIL! YOU LOOK JUST LIKE MEADOW FROM THE SOPRANOS!" OF course, it took going to Ireland for someone to think I was Italian.

So there is my overdue and abridged journey over Thanksgiving break. London is a nice place to visit, but I could see living in Dublin, mostly because of the people there (and the accents).