I seriously hurt my big right toe on the first day of classes.
I thought it was just a sprain but when I woke the next morning the entire toe was black and blue and incredibly painful.
I'm going to get it x-rayed once the intensive is over to see what treatment should be done.
Until then, I'm dancing through the pain and feel quite blessed that I can do so.
Although the program is filled with people from all over the world,
I have befriended two Americans and a Scot.
We are having fun exploring London and eating out almost every night.
I am so lazy I cannot bring myself to microwave a dinner.
Me in front of the Royal Ballet School during one of our nighttime excursions.
The shopping in London is insane and I bought my first pair of skinny skinny jeans for fourteen pounds.
One of the Americans, who is a model, told me they are not skinny enough.
I laughed at that.
As I was walking to the dance building on Thursday,
a guy in a van pulled up to me and asked where I was going.
He then demanded I give him my number.
Paul, the Scot, is now insistent that he walk me to class.
More crazy English men stories tomorrow.
This one's a doozie!