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Unexpected Solo Trek

A creative writing piece by Simona Ilizarov [June, 2015]

    In my drowsiest moments, my hand becomes an autopilot snooze button activator. I manage to oversleep on my second morning in London. As I lie entangled in my sheets, I drift into an anxious daze. I’m learning about the beauty that delayed gratification has to offer. The stresses are entwined with emotional maturation, expectations, ambitions, failures, and prosperity. Despite my cheerful demeanor, I have my insecurities and everyday, I’m one step closer to conquering them through various experiences that will benefit my future. London will allow me to expand my horizons. Plus, wanderlust flows through my veins and the idea of study aboard charms me.

    I roll out of my slumber and hazy thoughts and realize the group had left to Buckingham Palace without me. I proceed to contact my professor to inform her about my whereabouts.

    “Hey there! It’s okay. Meet us here. Call me when you arrive.”  She texts.

    Thoughts begin invading my mind. My third day in London, and I have to navigate the city all alone. I know, I’m the one to blame and although it seems so simple, I can feel my nerves crawling up my back. Nevertheless, perturbed thoughts cannot become a set back.  

    Dressed up and willing, I approach the receptionist and ask for directions. She conveyed elegance, spoke in a soft polish accent, wore a sheer, champaign ruffled blouse tucked into her black slacks. I felt reassured.

    I wander towards the bus stop and review the route illustrated on my phone. I look up and burst into candid laughter as I recognize the bus I’m supposed to hop on strays into a misty distance. I don’t fret, though I can sense anxiousness clouding me.

    Frazzled pedestrians pace my way, arms swinging. Several stood next to me waiting for their appropriate bus number while others passed. Buses arrive every ten minutes or so, making commuting easily accessible. They exhibit a rich red hue, as the telephone boxes do. It’s the perfect dash of color to accent the city amongst the greenery that the trees embrace, the pebbled gravel, and the pearl toned vintage architecture embellished with intricate keen detail.  

    Making my way through London alone with giggles allows feelings of intimidation to become less discernible.  I tuck my phone away, and after twenty patient minutes by Bayswater Road, I wave my hand to cue the next bus driver operating Bus 140. I feel tranquility begin to progressively sweep over me as I get situated. My heartbeat steadies as I stare out the window of the bus.

    London continues to give me a newfound appreciation for culture. This eclectic demographic never ceases to compel me. I turn my attention to the man sitting across from me holding his little boy while he sleeps in his arms. I spot lovers. The lady gives her partner a sweet peck on the cheek and affectionately rests her head on his shoulder.

    “Hyde Park Corner,” reads the monitor.

    With elation, I exit the bus and gallivant my way to Buckingham Palace. I walk upon the cobbled stone walkway immersing myself in London’s serene and bustling atmosphere. I pass by darling views of families at the park, kicking the soccer ball to one another as the sun kisses the children’s’ dimpled cheeks. A man in a sophisticated three-piece suit strides with poise and leaves the trailing aroma of his morning coffee. Like a flock of birds, crowds saunter in the same direction presumably making their way to the palace, as I am. Nerves begin to creep on me once more as I scan every direction, searching for my group.

    At the end of the walkway, the desiring destination greets me with the Victoria Memorial, a monument honoring the first monarch to live in the notorious palace. Bordered by gardens, the immense sculpture stands with eminence displaying emblematic statues radiating historical symbolism on each side. A golden Winged Victory crowns the monument, and facing The Mall sits Queen Victoria herself, welcoming tourists and Londoners. The profound moment arises when my attention shifts and my eyes beam as I marvel at the site of Buckingham Palace, Her Majesty’s royal home. My heart beat increases, and this time each beat is a representation of the jubilance I’m encompassed by. Stunning gates, accented with glistening gold manifest sovereignty and like honeybees swarming out of a hive, crowds gravitate towards the gates to view royal ceremonies outside the palace. I peak through the gates, royal guards, wearing bearskin caps along with the rest of their iconic uniform, stand at each end of the premises, while other guards pace back and forth in protectable fashion. Buckingham Palace, the official London Residence of Britain’s Monarchy since 1837. I continue to bask in its monarchial presence, and relish in this feeling of reinvigoration.

    Each day I strive to be better, and today I accomplished navigating myself through an unfamiliar foreign city. As I steer through the maze of city goers, I spot a green flag with UTPA written on it rippling in the breezy air. I feel as though I’ve arrived at the finish line of a race. Progressive tranquilly reaches its pinnacle while the fretful aura within me dissipates. I’ve made it. The journey to Buckingham Palace demonstrates my confidence; one I didn’t know I had.

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Found this gorgeous shot online. My photo doesn’t do justice. Victoria Memorial stands right before Buckingham Palace! 

Beautiful buckingham palace, watched the changing of the guard after

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“The friends we meet on the path of life make the trip worth while.”

At twenty-one years old, I have gotten the chance to view life from a different lens. I’ve enriched my mind with the many wanders of London, England. This experience opened my eyes to what the world has to offer in a way I never imagined.

Self-growth is a continuous cycle, however, through study abroad the amount of personal growth I’ve achieved is incredible. It’s an explicable feeling, really. 

The friendships I’ve formed here made studying abroad even more extraordinary. I’m filled with memories that hold a special place in my heart. I’ve crossed paths with some of the most hilarious and heartwarming people.

We’ve lived in Columbia Hotel for two weeks, where we’ve bonded over drinks, interesting foods, spontaneous London adventures, and storytelling. We looked out for one another like a family. 

Together, we laughed, cried, gotten lost, learned the tube system/bus routes (or in my case, tried haha.), and even planned a surprise birthday party for our friend Saul. We’ve seen each other at our best, also when we’re exhausted and hangry (lol). We motivated one another when homework began to pile up, leaned on each other when we were homesick, and more. Eventually, they started to feel like home to me. 

I feel like I’ve known them forever and I’m so thankful they are in my life now. 

To my roommates Norma and Celest: Thank you for never-ending laughter, 2:00 am conversations, and being the coolest, most understanding roommates. I love you girls!

To Celest: I’ll never forget the time I protected you from that creepy man! haha.

When I began college, I hardly stepped out of my comfort zone. At nineteen years old, I began to slowly escape out of my shell and that’s when my life started progressively evolving. Over the last year in a half, I’ve made an abundance of new friends, expanded my horizons, and learned a lot about myself. Looking back, through all the highs and the lows, I’m living the life I’ve always dreamed of.

Two weeks ago, I never imagined how incredible this journey to London would have turned out. As the two weeks came to a close, I asked myself as I was packing up my suitcase,

“What if this never happened?”

And honestly, I can’t even fathom the thought because studying abroad is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m truly blessed.

xo,

Simona

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Reunited and it feels so good!

“Hey Simona! I saw that you’re going to London for the spring minimester! I’m going too!” she messaged me about a week prior to departure.

Her name is Norma Ojeda. Her and I have known one other for the last decade or so. Although we were acquainted, we never built a solid friendship.

On this trip, all of that changed.  We became roommates and this allowed us to open up to each other wholeheartedly. I’m grateful for her, because she’s helped me adapt to this country more than she probably realizes. She’s fun loving, energetic, and keeps a positive attitude no matter what life throws at her. We’ve spent an immense amount of time together that highlight some of my favorite moments on this trip.

It’s not everyday that I meet someone whom I’m capable of clicking with so well. In a short amount of time, we were capable of understanding each other’s quirks and thoughts. It dawned on me how her and I hadn’t spoken in years until this trip.

We navigated ourselves through the city discovering more places as we strolled down various streets. We marveled over the British library as we laid our eyes on historical documents and treasures such as the Magna Carta and Beatles manuscripts. We admired Regents Park and the striking foliage, gardens, and cheerful families we spotted playing soccer. 

Close to Covent Garden, and hidden off the main drag, we discovered, along with two of our other friends, Neil’s Yard. An eccentric corner full of life complimented with small shops, restaurants, and picnic tables. 

Unaffected by rainy days, we shopped along Oxford street just to buy the perfect outfit for our evening festivities. We hopped on the London Eye and watched the sun set over the gorgeous city. 

We sauntered through all of camdem market and became master bargain shoppers.  We biked through busy streets, and let’s just say, thank goodness I didn’t get run over!

“They drive on the left Simona!” I’d scold myself.

I’m so glad she’s become a dear friend of mine. These memories are timeless. I’m all smiles. 

“Who would have thought in the 6th grade, that we would be here now, years later?” she told me as we lied on the soft grass at Hyde Park.

As a little girl, I never imagined I’d experience these things, but years laters, I couldn’t be more thrilled that I did.

xo,

Simona

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Homesick Feels

When I arrived in London, I was aware that I would have a limited amount of data usage. Initially, I didn’t fret over the idea. In fact, I felt that having this distance from social media would be healthy and allow me to experience London in greater depth. And believe me, it has. Nonetheless, this is the first time I’ve hardly spoken to any of my loved ones. Sure I send a few texts a day to my mom so that way she knows I’m alive and well, but it’s far from what I’m used to and I’m beginning to feel the 5,000 miles of space between home and I.

It’s a bittersweet feeling. Although, I’m having the time of my life, tonight I’m drifting into hazy thoughts about my friends and family back home. Of course I think about them, but tonight I really miss them. Major homesick feels guys... it was bound to happen.  With the little Wi-Fi connection I received earlier in my room, I scrolled through my Twitter/Facebook feed and it didn’t take long before tears fell from my cheeks. Cyber space is currently the only connection I have to anyone, and even then, it’s to a minimal. I miss seeing familiar smiles and eyes. I miss hearing familiar voices and laughs. I miss my mama’s homemade food, my dad’s humor, my siblings, laughing about nothing with my best friend, and so much more. 

It’s not always rainbows and butterflies. Tonight may feel a little somber, but that’s okay because tomorrow is new day (hey that rhymed!). 

After writing this entry, I actually feel a lot better. This is all part of the journey. Through this, I’m achieving emotional growth. I’ll see everyone very soon. This makes me appreciate life that much more. I’m so thankful and the people I’ve met here are making this experience an unforgettable one.  

 xo,

Simona

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Little Observations:

The sun rises early, around 4:30 am, and the weather here is unpredictable. Sometimes the sun hugs you warmly... Other day’s the weather’s like,

 “Hey, if I were you, I’d throw on a jacket, and possibly a scarf.” 

Oh, and at any random moment, the weather may sneakily shower you with rain. It’ll creep on you in a subtle fashion, so an umbrella may be necessary too. 

I love the atmosphere here though. Only downside is that I’ve probably second hand smoked more than a pack of cigarettes already. Okay okay, that’s a *slight* exaggeration. 

London is one of the most ethically diverse cities I’ve seen thus far and I’m enjoying every bit of that. Now when I speak to someone, I naturally try to decipher where they’re from. I’ve heard many  languages, have seen many unique faces, and coming from a small town, I’m beginning to witness what the world has to offer in a way I never imagined. 

xo, 

Simona

P.S They drive on the left here, so that’s quite odd for any American! Everything is opposite. Slowly but surely, I’ll get used to that (or not).

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Wonderful friends!

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This view doesn’t get old! 

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Exploring Camden Market

Camden market has been one of my favorite places to visit in London.

Before going, I was a bit apprehensive because this area has notoriously been known to be attractive to drug dealers and pimps.

Um… YIKES!

Despite the reputation, Camden town is one of the most popular attractions enjoyed in London and is an overall friendly place. I suppose like most places, unless you are looking for trouble, you pose no threat.

As I exited Bus 274 at Camden High Street, the free-spirited, urban, and liberal vibe that radiated from this part of city struck me. I’ve heard it’s the center of alternative culture in London. Street artists perform music, and you won’t find a dull moment in this vibrant part of town. There were vintage trinkets, London souvenirs, home goodies, clothing/accessories of any unique style ones desires, and more. Camden is one of UK’s largest street markets. It actually compiles several markets into one and brand name stores lie along the side of the road too.  

Now, lets talk about FOOD! I mean, who doesn’t love food? Thankfully, I’m not a picky eater and I’m a lady with an appetite. At the far end of the street around the Lock and Stables Market, Camden offers some of the most varied cuisine in all of London. Many stalls offer quick and delectable foods from just about every country. My friends and I delighted our taste buds with Dutch Pancakes served with nutella and strawberries. They tasted heavenly and I’m seriously considering searching up a recipe.

 We lollygagged in the Camden town atmosphere for several hours until we moved onto our next stop. I have a newfound appreciation for culture and conversing with people from all over the world continues to compel me. Several Londoners have asked me about my heritage, and when I mention I’m Russian American, many of them will respond with,

“Previt! Kak Dela!” (“Hello, how are you!” in Russian.)

 Haha, it’s pretty cool!

 I’m pleased to have introduced myself to a colorful side of this country.

xo,

Simona

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London Home. 

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Hey, Abbey Road.

When I hear about the Beatles, I am immediately reminiscent of my childhood. My dad loves to play piano and as a little girl, I’d listen to him play and sing many songs by the Beatles. He used to ask me to sing along with him and together we sang several classics including, “Yesterday,” “Yellow Submarine,” and “Hey Jude.” 

In London, on Abbey Road, lies the famous crosswalk featured on the front cover of the Beatles 1969 album titled… Abbey Road.

To Beatles’ fanatics, this isn’t JUST a road with a sign. Apparently, the iconic band gave this location an entirely new meaning because decades later, fans gather up to take photos walking across the zig-zag crosswalk. 

Three of my friends and I entertained the idea of wandering down the bustling street. After we took several buses and paced down Abbey Road, we spotted our destination. We were surprised to find that we were the only ones there; nevertheless, we continued taking turns walking down the street trying to capture the perfect “off guard” shot. 

Exhausted and hungry, we made our way back to the bus stop.

This part gets interesting. 

We were alarmed by a crowd of people taking photo’s of their friends and family walking down a cross walk. I then viewed the original photograph of the Beatles album cover on my phone and the scenery began to look familiar.

“YOU GUYS! THAT’S Abbey Road!” my friend Cassie shouted.

“Well, no one wonder people are taking photographs THERE!” I said. I could barely finish my sentence because I was laughing hysterically. In fact, all of us were.  

We decided to photograph ourselves on the RIGHT crosswalk this time and call it day. 

Londoners probably laughed in their cars as they passed a group of four tourists jubilantly take photos on the WRONG crosswalk.

Ah, I’ll never forget it.  What a funny way to end the day.

Behold! The famous Abbey Road crosswalk. THE ACTUAL CROSSWALK. Forgive the man stealing my spotlight. Haha I’m kidding. He almost looks cooler than me.   

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Traveling as a Student

“There is a difference between a travel writer and a tourist: A tourist is on vacation. A travel writer is on a pursuit.” - Dinty W. Moore

Traveling as a student has offered me an entirely different perspective about my travel experience. As students, we are responsible tourists.

Indulging in yummy treats (or sometimes, not too yummy.), shopping, exploring historical museums, royal palaces, exhibitions, pubs, YOU NAME IT, are just some of main aspects of my travel experience.

Studying overseas in an unfamiliar home is increasing my tolerance for ambiguity. It is allowing me to gain intercultural communications skills; it’s making me more knowledgeable and aware of a world beyond what I am accustomed to. Also, I’m learning to think in terms of pounds, NOT dollars. 

[1 U.S dollar = .67 British pound]

Taking a creative writing course has taught me to experience a city on a deeper level. What scents do I smell around the city? What style of clothing do people wear here? What scenery am I admiring and what qualities do I notice about it? How is this affecting me? Because of some of the written assignments I’ve had to complete, I ask myself some of these questions now. Studying in London has taught me how to manage my time to fulfill classroom assignments while enjoying the city. I imagine when I return home, I’ll be sleeping like a baby for several days.

As a student, I’m provoked and challenged to think about the historical and a artistic value that London conveys and that makes my experience in London far more impactful.

xo,

Simona

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“I’m here. I’m really here. Hello London.”

It didn’t sink in that I was in London until the evening of day one when my peers and I took the tube (subway) to Westminster. As soon as we arrived, I laid my eyes on the infamous clock tower, commonly known as Big Ben, and I BEAMED. In the cartoon version of my life, you’d see hearts popping out of my eye sockets. This is the moment it felt real. I’ve seen the scenery in photos, on television, and now this very image is viewed through my retinae. 

We walked down the Westminster Bridge where we looked over at the London Eye. We also passed by Westminster Abbey, the church where Prince William and Kate Middleton’s wedding took place. 

“I’m here. I’m really here. Hello London.” I thought as I gazed at what stood before me. 

xo,

Simona

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Arrived!

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....a gajillion hours later....

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The Missing Shoe

I found myself not being able to sleep on the plane, despite the fact I only slept about three hours the night prior to departure. I slept in one-hour intervals, then I’d choose which of following I felt like doing:

a)    read for an hour

b)   eat a snack

c)    listen to music

d)   snuggle with my blanket

e)    spark up a conversation with my neighbor

f)     drink some ginger ale

g)    fascinate myself with the idea of traveling through time

h)   daydream

i)     complete multiple of the above

Adrenalin and I became candid friends.  

Being Simona, I often find myself in awkward situations that I have no intention of creating for others or myself. Halcyon is a term I’d use to describe my flight experience. There was little to no turbulence and that’ll make any passenger content. Nonetheless, at the seven-hour ½ mark an awkward situation made its arrival.

Picture this:

After Simona decides to put her shoes back on (her most comfortable of the ones she owns), she discovers one shoe has gone missing. A feeling of apprehension sweeps over her; however, she appears to convey a calm demeanor. I suppose the adrenalin added some dramatic affect. The thought of hopping on one foot around the airport, through flights of stairs, and parts of London upon arriving at the hotel was both frightening and humorous all at once. She was determined.

-20 minutes until landing-

Her heart begins pounding.

Flight attendants speak over the intercom for passengers to begin locating their seats. She crouches down, uses her cell phone as a flashlight and without shame crawls underneath her new friend. He offers to get up and allows her to proceed with her quest to find one of her black Vans, size 6 ½, high top. Simona’s rear end is sticking out from the isle making it difficult for exhausted passengers to pass by her. They most likely cursed her in their minds. After perking her head up, she smiled, threw in an embarrassed sweet giggle and let them through. After tirelessly searching for the next five minutes, which felt like eternity, she locates her shoe at the window seat in the row behind her. Victoriously, she takes her shoes, the crowd applauds her, and she slips it on her foot.

Well, no one actually applauded her, and only about 5 individuals out possibly hundreds knew she lost her shoe. But in Simona’s vivid imagination, that’s how it felt. She got herself situated, and after a safe flight over the Atlantic Ocean, she was finally at her destination: London.

So, that’s the story of my missing shoe. I believe my missing shoe serves as a symbolism of optimism. I may have found my shoe, but even if I didn’t, I still would have slapped a grin on my face. I’m keeping the vibes positive as I begin my exploration here in London and bask in its marvels.