As previously mentioned, I went to the UK. After the lovely and homey stay I had in Portsmouth I had very high expections of London, and the hotel my grandparents picked. Well, here’s my mistake: expections. One thing I learned from travelling was not to have expectations. The hotel’s lobby is down the road and around the corner and when we arrived we were so beyond confused. It was convenient because we were so close to Kings Cross and St. Pancreas station that it wasn’t too long of a walk. When we finally got in I was terrified about just how small the room was! There was 6 inches between my grandparents bed and mine. 6 INCHES. I guess there is no such thing as personal space in London? The room had dozens of ants, and the shower head sprayed the ENTIRE bathroom. My grandma felt so unsafe in the hotel. We locked up all our suitcases when we left and we kept checking our sheets to ensure that there were no ants in our bed. We could...