It’s funny what you find while packing… I found my journal from my first (and only) experience abroad. I was 18. It was the summer of 2005. I liked emoticons. Join me on my journey! I promise to stay true to my written word, for better or worse!
~Saturday, July 9, 2005~
11:40 PM (London time)
Had a nice long sleep—didn’t have to wake up til 9 AM. Ate breakfast in hotel—some good croissants, some not so good cheese, canned grapefruit. The Paris continental was better—I can’t eat heavy foods in the morning, so ham and cheese is no good.
Walked around some to decide which tour bus to pick, and chose “The Original Tour” double decker. So we rode around and had the commentary—it was nice, but very cold and trafficky.
We stopped at St. Paul’s Cathedral. It’s 365 feet high, replaced an even bigger church that burned in the 1666 fire, and was built in only 35 years with the first dome ever in London. The inside was gorgeous—couldn’t take any pics, though. Below the ground floor was the crypt, with lots of tombs for people like Admiral Lord Nelson and Florence Nightingale.
Above the ground floor (lots and LOTS of steps—after going up and back down, my legs began spasm-ing) was the Whispering Room, only a 1/3 of the way to the top and the bottom of the first dome. The view down on the cathedral was really amazing. It got its name because the acoustics are so good you can whisper at one side of the dome and hear what is said on the other. Quite cool. : )
We went to a store and bought nectarines, bananas, nuts, muffins, and water, and ate on the bus after St. Paul’s. We got off to go on a river tour of the Thames, which was very cool—lots and lots to see. That was fun.
We went to Westminister Abbey, but they’re preparing for a special service for the anniversary of V-E Day and it was closed. So we got back on the bus and drove around some more. Got off at Hyde Park, and went through some of that and Kensington Park too. Gorgeous gardens—more natural than the French formal gardens in Paris. Saw the Peter Pan statue. : )
By then it was 8 PM, so we walked around the city til Uncle Brad decided to introduce me to Lebanese food. We had several dishes we shared, most of which the name I can’t remember. The lentil soup was good, the salad strange, the breaded thing ok, the stuffed eggplant interesting, the dip stuff ok. All in all, good—but I’ll probably never try it again. 😛
It was 10 PM by the time dinner was over, so we started walking to the hotel. We stopped at a souvenir shop so Uncle Brad could by postcards, and I bought a shirt for me and a tin coin bank that looks like a telephone booth for Brock.
We walked for a long time and realized we were going in the wrong direction, and then walked an even longer way til we finally found the hotel. So my feet are killing (and something’s wrong with my knee) and I am TIRED. Uncle Brad’s already snoring. So GOOD NIGHT!