Dennis and big cities go together like peanut butter and jelly. He lights up with the rush of city transportation and the mobs of people from all over the world.
manuevered us from the train station to the subway dragging 6 suitcases, 3 kids and a Grammy with two hip replacements. We dropped our suitcases at the hotel and hit the streets - jaws dropped for some of us seeing for the first time such sights as Big Ben, the London Eye, Westminster Abbey all from the front window of the second story of a double decker bus, of course.
Remember, it gets dark here in Merry Ole England by 4 p.m. so we explored the city in the dark our first day. We ended with some great Chinese food in China town. Normally, when you eat out in England, they expect you are at the table for an expereince not a necessity but the Chinese restaurant was there to maximize profit so we were served promptly. We all laughed at first and then became annoyed when we were asked for our drink orders by at least 8 different waiters. Once we ordered, we hardly saw them again. It was like they were on commission or something. Oh well, the food was good.
For the next two days we mostly hopped on and off the bus listening to the narrative of the city while perched in the front seat of the top of the bus.
We left the hotel with high expectations of the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. (note the flag flying which signifies that the Queen is home. We kept looking at the windows to see if she was peeking out but I guess she's seen the guards change plenty.) We had the primo spot on the steps opposite the main gate but we pretty much froze our toes for two hours to see a few minutes of the soldiers in their dreary gray winter uniforms instead of the lively red coats. I mean they aren't called the red coats for nothing, right? Anyway, the band played the guards changed and Nathan skateboarded. He didn't seemed to be impressed with the fact that the Queen lived in that gargantuous mansion.
He was more interested in the imminent fact that the band would have to march right through all that horse poop. Dennis obliged us with close ups of the 'squish' on video and picture. That's a boy (and a big boy)for you.
The big event for the day was great seats for the evening performance of the musical, 'Wicked', the prequil to the Wizard of Oz. If you know our girls well, you know that they get hooked on a musical and then we have to hear it every waking moment for months until we know all of the words and then move on to another one. They've been through The Sound of Music, Les Miserables, Fiddler on the Roof, Phantom of the Opera, High School Musical and HSM2, and Wicked. We ate dinner at a mexican restaurant before which was yummy and fun as you can see.
The musical was naturally the highlight of London for the girls! The story itself is quite clever as it explores how the witches of Oz came to be witches. Elfaba was amazing and 'Ga-linda' was funny but she was the understudy for the regular Glinda.
We took a boat ride down the Thames at 4 pm which treated us to some beautiful lighting and views of the city we wouldn't have had from the streets. Dennis and I stole away from the warmth and crowds inside the boat to the chilly rooftop for these pretty views of the London Eye and Big Ben and Parliament.
Mom was a trooper walking all over the city. She didn't particularly appreciate the mobs of people on bustling Oxford Street or Regent Street but she didn't complain and kept plodding along.
We're looking forward to returning to the city in April with the Willis family. We saved a visit to the Tower of London and the Eye to experience with our friends.
3 comments:
Love the pictures. Looks like so much fun! My boy loved the poop pictures. Not suprising...
-Shelley
Dennis and Julie,
I am enjoying seeing these pictures. I am so happy to have gotten your letter today with your updates. I miss seeing you guys and your entire family. May the Lord bless you richly there in England. Happy New Year to you!
Ajay
What fun in London! I am so glad I found your blog.
Love,
Ann Louise
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