Nightingale Museum and Class

Pictures will be added when I have access to a better internet connection!

Thursday is class day, so after a load of laundry, off I went. I don't know if I have mentioned, but to get to my classroom, I walkout of my building (102), enter another building (99) where I go down a flight of steps and then I walk up two flight of steps. On this particular day, the classroom was very hot, but knowing we wouldn't be there for long, we tolerated it well.

After what we called "story time" we headed out to the Nightingale Museum. We took the tube, changing once. I am not too comfortable with the tube, so I am always glad to travel in groups.

I was amazed to be reminded of the story of Florence Nightingale. I remember reading a book about her, resulting in the only time that I ever considered being a nurse. I was 10 and in fourth grade. This desire soon passed, thankfully.

A cool thing happened on the way back from the museum. Rhonda and I left with Dr. Karioth because we were not too certain as to how to get back. As we started out, I mentioned the time which prompted Dr. Karioth to realize that she was late for a meeting, so we hailed one of the infamous black cabs. This was my first time in a can in London and they are nothing like the few I've taken in Tallahassee. It was a good object lesson that if I am lost, they are really quite nice. I only wish had learned they lesson earlier in the trip. I could have saved myself a lot of anxiety.

On that note, it was funny to me that as Dr. Karioth and I talked about what a wonderful option the black cabs were when you are in a pinch, I commented that when lost, to take a cab would be admitting defeat. Her perspective is that it reflects good problem solving skills. I could stand to learn a lot from her and adopt many offer laissez a faire attitudes.

In our afternoon class, we take two presentations by students. One was on massage and reflexology and the second was about acupuncture. Obviously this is my complimentary health class! I found them both interesting, but I'd have to see it to believe it. On the other had, if it makes someone feel better, providing relief, who am I to argue!

After class, I had a good talk with Dr. Karioth. I am so thankful for her willingness to take time with each of us. I love the stories that she can tell as only someone who has been able to come to London for so many years can do!

When I left Dr. Karioth, I had decided that I was going to see Mama Mia. I mapped it out and was just about to leave when I thought that I should just check to see when the shows were for which I already had tickets. It is a good thing that I did, as I had a ticket to see The Holy Rosenburgs at the National Theatre!

Having become a little less confident about getting around London, I left quite early. As it turned out, this allowed for time to go to the Waterloo Tube Station where I was able to top off my Oyster card (add more money to my bus/tube pass) and a hit ip an ATM machine. These were things that I needed to do before Friday's trip to Scotland.

The show was in the Cottleston Theatre at the National Theatre. This was my first time in this theatre. It is a relatively small theatre and I was in the top tier of seats. Then entire play takes place in the living room/ dining room of am home. In this small theatre, it felt as If I were eavesdropping on this Jewish family whose were dealing with the death of their son. His military funeral was to be the next day. I was thankful for the many humorous moments as, without them, it may have been overwhelming.

I got adventuresome on the ways back and got a bus to Russell Square, hoping to stop by and pick up something from Dr. Karioth's flat. It all worked out well and, while at times, I was out ot sorts, it turned out to be a wonderful day in London!