Three weeks to go

So here we are, almost there, almost finished. Only one of each left:

• one normal class week,
• one revision week,
• one exam week.

And then the first term of the MBA is over. It feels like time to to look back and evaluate how things have been so far, but I am no there yet. Let's leave it for later. For now, there are still two major assignments to deliver, and both have to be started. There is still all the revision for the final exams to be done, and that's a lot. And there are still many hours with good people to be enjoyed.
Actually, there are many people in the class I didn't really got to know. But this is OK. With a class big like this (82, AFAIK), it was to be expected. Anyway, I still wish to have two or three chats with some interesting people. Don't want the feeling of missing an opportunity now, although this is unavoidable.
And I still have 3 very special weeks to enjoy with all I got before parting to thousands of miles (yes, they are anglicizing me) away.
But enough of sentimentalism, let's talk about London. But not too much, I really do have those assignments to start. The weekend was great, the weather was even not too bad. It was cold, really cold without freezing, but we even saw some sun rays from time to time. And it was busy, walking around the city and showing the sights. I was impressed of how familiar I am with the city and its transport system, after only two visits (now three) and some 13 days.
We had a situation with our hotel reservation which turned out well (or at least didn't turn out bad) right in the first hour of London. Then a very cold night in a cold top floor hotel room for fifty pounds. It is strange to see oneself thinking that 50 quid for a room is not expensive. After that a busy Saturday with parks and palace in the morning, Primark and Oxford Street in the afternoon and an Arabic music concert at Saint Barnaba's church.
Back to another hotel, Sunday. Camden Town station in the morning with its markets and curious shops. A great lunch with very dear friends who are at this moment flying over the Atlantic to Brazil and an afternoon on the Southbank. Walk, walk, walk. An evening at Picadilly Circus, China Town and Regent Street with its beautiful lights. Victoria Station and the long wait for the, of course, late Megabus coach. After another delay due to a fuel system fault and two bus exchanges we arrived safely at Cannon Park, just half an hour of more walking to the residences in the middle of the night.
No, I can't complain. It was a great weekend. But London was just the scenery, not that important at all.
And if I don't update this too much you know: only 3 more weeks to go. Gotta be here, now.