A whole two weeks have passed since I returned home from London. It seems like just yesterday, especially after downloading and watching a slide show of all the photos I took during my trip. Honest engine, if I could, I would hop back on a plane and return tomorrow it was just that awesome. Granted there is a huge amount of stuff – okay, a MOUNTAIN of stuff – I couldn’t possibly get to or see in six days but as I reflect back on my trip, I don’t regret a thing. And I’m confident that I will be back one day.
I rode the tube (Get your mind out of the gutter!), ate some of the best meals of my life, stayed in a beautiful hotel, walked my ass off, slept like a baby, got a manicure and pedicure, spent good quality time with my husband (wink, wink), walked some more (across a bridge even), visited friends, hopped in a cute little cab, shopped and shopped some more. And, oh yeah! Did I mention that I walked? I walked so much I got blisters on my newly painted deep-plum-colored toes. Ouch!
Anyway, it was an awesome trip. AN AWESOME TRIP! So I prepared a visual snack for you, complete with my pithy comments. Enjoy, y’all!
When my brother and I were but wee ones, we would play this Sherlock Holmes game of mine ad infinitum. I have such fond memories of that time spent with my brother. So, of course, I had to visit his home in London, 221b Baker Street. Was it worth the price of admission? In a word, yes. But only because the price of admission wasn’t obnoxious and was directly proportional to my expectation level. If you ever find yourself in London and are on the fence about whether or not to buy a ticket to ride, proceed accordingly.
No trip to London would be complete without a stop at Platform 9 and 3/4. *spoken in my best British accent* Unlike the other tourists waiting in a long line, though, I wasn’t compelled to have someone take my picture whilst in a fake attempt to run through the brick wall. ‘Nuff said.
I walked so much I got thirsty. So, where did I go to buy a bottle of water? Starbucks, of course. Sorry to disappoint those of you who felt like I probably should have avoided such things, but I just really felt like I needed to compare the British version to the U.S. version. It was purely for research, folks!
LOVE this! This is The Churchill Arms pub in Notting Hill. And since we’re here, notice the weather? It was P-E-R-F-E-C-T! *sung using my best Aretha Franklin impersonation*
I titled this picture City on Fire. Tell me I’m wrong!
And I call this one Big Castle, Little Carmen.
True to form, I was late and missed the changing of the guards. That should not surprise anyone who knows me. For those of you who didn’t know this about me, welcome to the party.
But imagine our surprise and delight to have caught up with what we referred to as “The Band”. I am quite certain there is a more formal, official name for it but we were impressed nonetheless.
“Look kids! Big Ben!” Anyone? Anyone?
So we happened on this special exhibit at Kensington Gardens that I like to refer to as Big Red Balls. There were Big Red Balls all over the place with these child-like, sprite silhouettes hanging strategically around the gardens. Big Red Balls and child-like sprites. Just sit with that for a moment.
And each Big Red Ball had a note in it… like this one from Fern… who apparently loves her dad more than her mum. Awkward!
This Big Red Ball included one of my favorite notes.
Did I mention that I shopped?
I also ate and slept but there will be more on that in a later post.