Started out cold. The gas ran out. In London (and probably other cities) one can buy gas in increments, it's actually a utility pay as you go plan. And we needed to pay. Unfortunately, we also needed to go - to our first day at the agency, downtown. It was early, but Soren and I didn't have time to run to a store and get more money for our gas, which would have heated our shower. (Remember I was telling you all about this pesky shower?). It was also about 7:30am (yes Dad, am... impressed?) so the stores weren't open yet.
We decided to skip the cold shower and just stink up the agency. No one noticed, thankfully. Or maybe they did but were too polite to tell us. Oh well, the cat's out of the bag now.
At the agency we met our fellow students. There are 12 of us in all. Some are from Sao Paolo, others from Miami, one from Madrid, and a few from Germany. So a good mix.
They took us to our dungeon... err.... I mean, workspace and we got briefed by two mentors that will be teaching one of the classes. Another class will be taught by two other creatives from a different agency. (The workspace is not at all a dungeon, I was just playing.)
After that, we left. Soren, a girl named Helena from San Francisco, and I went to watch F.C. Kobenhavn (F.C. Copenhagen, Soren's favorite soccer team) play at a local pub. On the way there, we walked through some of the nicest areas in London, Kensington and Chelsea. There were more Mazerratis and Ferraris than people on the street. Well, almost. And we took a picture outside of a house once occupied by Alfred Hitchcock.
I felt like a real European, drinking beers and yelling at football players on the television.
That's about it for the day.
Outside of Hitchcock's house. Trying to be scary.
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