We spent Saturday night in Brighton, a beach town on the south coast of Great Britain, and hung out for the day on Sunday. Brighton is not how I thought it would be. The best way to describe it is this: some areas were like Myrtle Beach -- a little grungy and trashy, other areas were filled with narrow alleys and cute cafes, and the main street was bustling with people and souvenir stores. The beach was filled with pebbles (a "pebble beach" as they call it) and the pier resembled Coney Island with carnival rides and tarot readings.

The town itself is cute but I'm not sure that there is much to do besides hang out by the beach and eat, which I am completely okay with. It definitely felt weird going from a city like London where there is constant stimulation to a smaller town where I am forced to slow down. I guess I don't realize it but the exact same thing happens when I go home to Kinston from Manhattan.

Our time in Brighton consisted of napping on the pebble beach, eating ice cream cones with Cadbury flakes and searching for Adele. We walked a lot through the famous Lanes, which were areas with narrow streets. A bunch of secondhand and jewelry shops, pubs, and funky trinket stores lined the alleys. It was all very relaxing and low key.

This is our last week in London as an FIT group. Tuesday and Wednesday are the final interning days and on Friday I will be with my mom. I will then begin my next leg of the trip -- and with my family!

I wish I could type more but I am currently falling asleep at the computer. Be back soon. Goodnight.