I read through my old London journal today. I'm so happy I kept one while I was abroad. It was wonderful to relive those experiences for an afternoon. One of my favorite days, which I don't think I ever shared, was my trip to Brighton Beach. I took a train down in the morning and spent the whole day wondering the beach, the pier, and through the town. It was the most romantic day and I so wish I could go back. Just for another day.