London is vast. I’ve visited London many times and I am not sure I’ve seen the same thing twice. Except for the British Museum of course. I feel like I could go there every time I’m in London and still not have the time to take it all in.
I did intend to keep a detailed travel journal on this last trip but that intention quickly disappeared once we were actually in the midst of the travel days. It is unfortunate that I failed because my memory is already blurry on what we did when. The unforgettable memories are described below.
Walking through Bushy Park with our lovely friends, Danny and Isla. What a beautiful piece of land. Grazing deer. Fish in ponds and streams. Bright green parrots that clearly don’t belong but have made themselves right at home. We walked for hours in hopes of eliminating jet lag. It worked for that night but we must not have walked enough the following days because we never slept quite as well again.
My shoes filling with water due to the endless rain and also there being a hole in the sole of my shoe. London rain has always felt very special to me. London is different when the ground is wet and the trees are dripping. It would not have been London without at least one overcast rain filled day.
Lunch at the Elk in the Woods with our wonderful friend Donald. I had the best halloumi sandwich ever in the history of sandwiches. The atmosphere and conversation were stellar. It’s hard not to have a good time when you’re with Donald.
Every experience on the tube - fantastic. The London Underground is my favorite way to get around the city. Though Paris and many other cities have similar systems they don’t feel like the tube. The sweep of the warm air as you descend into the depths always sends a shiver of excitement up my spine. The constant rush underground makes me wonder where everyone is off to. What appointment are they trying to get to? Who are they going to meet for a drink? So many stories in such a tight space. Not being a local I look forward to that moment of emerging from the station onto the street. What new things will this neighborhood bring?
Sitting at the Winchesters eating warm soup and cheesy toast while the little finches flitted about. It would take too long to describe the details of the Winchester home. It is one of the most welcoming places you’ll ever step into.
Hunting for a full English breakfast with no real luck. The closest thing we could find was in a diner themed after “The Breakfast Club”.
In London everyone is dressed in their best. Probably because everything they own is the best. Perfectly situated hair even in the rain. Burberry style trench coats. Scarfs tied just right. It seems everyone has put in the time and effort to look sophisticated. Very few look overdone or as if they are trying. They aren’t trying, this is just how they are.
Walking arm in arm with Zach while the rain fell heavily around us.
Photo Credits: Zach Souder