Today, I got to find my way to church (9:30-12:30) via the tube.  What an adventure!  I actually made it to the correct station without a problem, but then I couldn't find Exhibition Road.  I stopped and asked a sweet-looking British woman for directions, and she requested, politely, that I repeat myself.  It's so strange to realize that I'm now the one with an "accent!"  I asked once more where I might find Exhibition Road, and she furrowed her brows and lipped the words along with me.  Doing so must have had the proper effect, because she was then able to set me on the proper path.  After quite a bit of walking (I shouldn't have worn high heels--ouch!), I discovered the church building.  I later learned from my dad that the London temple is situated directly on top of the meetinghouse.  I had no idea!

As it turned out, I attended a family ward, which was a lot of fun.  About half the ward was American, but the Bishop and the Relief Society teacher were both British.  There were also some folks with strong Phillippino, French, and African accents.  I can't believe how many dialects I hear every day in London (and I'm surprised--few people sound really "proper;" most sound almost Cockney).  I really enjoyed the Relief Society lesson.  The teacher phrased her sentences in the quaintest ways, and she was so jolly and good-humored.  At one point in the lesson ("The Importance of Keeping Journals"), she read us a charming account of an encounter she once had with a bumblebee.  It was so delightfully British!  

After the meetings, I began chatting with an American woman from Colorado who was sightseeing with her 14-year-old daughter.  We had a lot of fun talking; she used to be a piano performance major at BYU, and her daughter sings in a children's choir.   Her daughter was very sweet; she loves everything British and expected England to be fairyland--just like me!  She had insisted on visiting all the Peter Pan sites and going to see "Mary Poppins" on the West End (which she and her mother both adored).  They also told me that Kensington Gardens and the British Libraries are must-sees here in London.  Although I enjoyed attending the family ward today, I think I'll try Hyde Park's single's ward next week.  I imagine that most of the BYU study abroad students go there.

After church, I came home, rested my aching feet, and napped for two hours.  I've really got to stop letting myself do that!  I always feel so much better after I take a snooze, though.  I spent the afternoon answering e-mails, reading scriptures, and trying to figure out my phone card.  Aargh!  I wasted over a half hour speaking with various operators--none of whom could tell me why 011-001-801-785-4319 wasn't going through.  Finally I figured out that I only needed to punch in 801-785-4319 (no country codes are necessary).   Sometimes it seems like the simpler things are, the dumber I am!  :-)   I was glad to finally be able to wish Dylan "Happy Birthday!" and talk to Mama and Dad over the phone. 

At 6:30, everyone in our apartment who is involved in this University of Westminster study program congregated for a barbeque.  I met a lot of people that night and had a good time.