"Tell me ma when I go home..."

Doctor life is treating me really well...

Why wouldn't it, considering that up till now I am either running around trying to get all the paperwork done for my doctor stuff or having summer fun.

My boyfriend and I visited my godsister in London for 5 days and it was great!!!

We walked a lot around the center, Westminster, Big Ben, St James Park, Green Park, Buckingham Palace, up the London Eye, by St Paul's, down Regent street, round and about in Notting Hill...

It was lovely.

We ate at various restaurants, a French one, a Brittish one, a Mexican one, a pub and one with organic food (you gotta love Notting Hill).

My godsister and I went to see Andrew Loyd Weber's "Love Never Dies", the sequel of the Phantom of the Opera which, musicwise was amazing, but storywi

se was... well... it was a bit... "are you out of your mind" kind of stupid.

I mean really- I got my first doubts when I saw the boy, if I'm paying 67 pounds to watch a kid

sing and dance in what can only be described as one of the leading parts, I want to know

beforehand. But thankfully the kid was gifted and he was fun to watch.

But then Raul? Why did he have to be a bad guy?? I liked him!!!

Christine didn't have much of singing part and quite frankly, the less the better. She's great- don't get me wrong- it's just that I preferred the guys singing. Except "Look with your heart" that was sooo sweet. When we got out of the musical we walked on strand and sang and danced to it...

The guy who played the Phantom was once again magnificent- he made a woman sitting behind me cry... I got tears in my eyes too at some points- his voice and the music was so moving... but I swallowed them down.

"Without you, what are they for?"

http://www.loveneverdies.com/the-show/videos/fantastic-love-never-dies-footage-from-the-london-production/

*fooooor*

And what was that with the ending????

I was shocked. In a BAD way.

If you are a big Phantom fan- I suggest you go see "Love Never Dies", but BE PREPARED.

So anyway we bought the double CD with the DvD on the way out and now I can sing my heart out at home.

yay!

We also forgot our shopping bags in the theater and had to go back in to get them.

We also visited Foyles where... oh my god... I bought a stethoscope.

A Littman Master Classic II, Caribbean blue color, and I love it.

I hated my stethoscope, it's hard to work with sth you hate suffocating y

ou around the neck.

But this one I picked out myself... and it's gorgeous.

SO the day afterwards my boyfriend and I flew to Dublin, Ireland for the remaining week of our trip.

Ireland is beautiful.

Dublin was great. We took a long walk and stopped for lunch at a pub where we greabbed a sandwich.

A salmon and salad sandwich.

The irony is that I took the egg out.

I spent the rest of the afternoon and the whole night in my room with lots of vomiting and diarrhea.

My advice???

STAY AWAY FROM SANDWICHES!!!

A classic case of food poisoning where the sandwich was seen in reverse and I couldn't drink even a sip of water.

I woke up the next day feeling utterly zombie-ish and we had to go all the way to Cork.

I slept the whole way (slept/ passed out- whatever)

And I managed to eat one cracker and kept wetting my dry mouth with water.

I could see my skin exfoliating of dehydration and yet I couldn't swallow a sip.

I thought about going to the hospital but I then I thought that the interns had already begun and some girl like myself would have to take care of me.

So I walked into O'Leary's pharmacy in Cork and requested electrolytes while dizzingly listening to a kind lady explain to me in simple words that my stomach "might" still be "raw".

So anyway she gave me a Sanofi Aventis citron flavored powder filled envelope thingy which I dilluted in "exactly 200 ml" of water and drank slowly while my boyfriend devoured a large steak with fried at Clancy's.

Thank God for creating Sanofi Aventis and that miracle drug!

I managed to stand on my feet and for dinner I actually got to eat a scoop of mashed potatoes that I requested with a drop of olive oil at the romantic city of Kinsale.

The next day we visited the Moher rocks, which I guess is kind of a "North Cape" but going "West" and it was a magnificent site to see.

For dinner we went to an Italian restaurant across the street from Clancy's and I ordered spaghetti with baby tomatoes, little garlic and olive oil, and it felt like eating my mom's food and my the next morning I could finally breathe easily.

Not to mention my pants all got loose on the waist...

So anyway Cork was beautiful and so where the views from the "ring of Kerry" and I had no idea that Ireland was a hotspot for surfing... I mean... wow... cool.

We found this beach bar where all the families and dudes had their lap tops connected to the wifi and the little children wore their surf suits and they really seemed to have it going on.

We spent all the afternoon at the Puck festival in Kilorgin where they make a goat king.

It is pretty fun actually... believe it's the oldest festival of Ireland.

We bought souvenir Ireland T-shirts with the harp and wore them there.

The next day we went to Ireland's most Southwest point- Mizen's head and I actually put my swimsuit on and dived into the Atlantic ocean.

On this beach, as photographed from above:

It was such a great feeling... I also have a video of me counting to three and diving in.

hee hee hee

It was freezing cold but not as cold as the Cape where I felt my foot ischemic.

Then we went back to Cork and went out on the bars and it was nice.

And then next day we came back to Greece and it's been too hot ever since.

Thank god we have the sea to cool us down...

"Tell me ma when I go home..."