Ah, London

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Just as I left you. We are here after one of the longest days of my life. There could have been 10 rapid response units outside our window last night and I would have slept through it. Half of the battle was over when we survived getting to our layover in the smallest plane I had ever been on (I think it was produced by Matchbox). Our hotel is lovely except for the minor a/c problem (actually it's not a problem, it just doesn't exist). But, we can have a full English for breakfast, included! (hurrah, as they say.)
Today we had a nice bus tour of the city and visited St. Paul's cathedral built by Sir Christopher Wren exactly 295 years ago (after the 'great' fire of London destroyed the city of London in 1666). Turns out that I didn't remember a thing about this place from out last trip. We also saw the building that served as the backdrop for Gringotts Bank in Harry Potter. Our tour guide today was hilarious and told us to 'chillax' a combo of chill and relax, I love that!
Later we went to Windsor Castle. Started as a wooden building on a hill by William the conqueror, this is now a very impressive structure. The queen stays here on the weekends, and was in residence today. Unfortunately, we didn't have time to join her for tea. But we did have time to play with her dollhouse, slightly nicer than the Barbie version.
We had dinner at an Indian restaurant, mom just loved it!
So, (sister, et al) put your minds at ease as we are having a great time (and arrived safely, of course). There may not be another opportunity to blog, so enjoy this one and tell your friends. Tomorrow we're off to Oxford and Stratford (the birthplace of Shakespeare).

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Anonymous said…
Glad you got there safely and your father survived the short hop. By the way, you still need to check your spelling! :)
27 June, 2005
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