My parents just visited! It was great. They were here for 4 full days and it was definitely one of those time-warp situations where I felt like I never left but also like I’ve been living in London forrreevvveeerrr. The picture above is from the tail end of the changing of the guard, which we happened to catch during the “Royal Walking Tour” I gave them on the day they arrived.
Other than the horrible weather (I’m sure my mom can offer a dramatic retelling of the rain/wind/snow situation for anyone who’s interested), we had a great time! We went to the V&A, the British Museum, the British Library, walked through Hyde Park, went to Harrods, saw the Magna Carta, did some quality people watching, watched the Kardashians………etc. It was kind of like parents weekend at UD, but instead of going apple picking and cramming into overcrowded Main St. bagel shops (I’m talking to you, Newark Deli and Bagel), we went crepe-hunting and crammed into overcrowded museums. But I loved every minute of it! Also, special shout-out to the dark chocolate and pear crepe we had in South Kensington, and honorable mention goes to the entire vegetable garden that came with our hummus at a Lebanese place by the flat. And who knew that the Easter bunny makes early house calls in extreme situations, i.e. when one’s child will be abroad over Easter?! So that was just superb.
Maybe my dad will send me some pictures of what we saw/did so I can put them on my blog? (Hint Hint!)
In other news, I just have to share that last night on the tube I sat next to someone who was reading the same book as me! Do you even know how long I have waited for that to happen? Since childhood. It’s actually one of the reasons I don’t like eBooks…you can’t see what everyone’s reading! What if you are secretly book twins?! Anyways, we were both reading Eat, Pray, Love, and she was surprised that I was reading it at my age. I told her I was able to appreciate it because I’m travelling, but she probably didn’t realize that she happened to be talking to a 45 year-old in a teenager’s body.
(Also, a few stops after she got off the tube, the grown man sitting across from me had a legitimate giggle attack and it was hilarious. He got a few other people on the tube laughing, including myself, but no one ever asked what he was laughing at…we were all kind of sitting there cracking up to ourselves. In fact, I’m laughing now just writing about it. Just thought you all should know that the silent London tubes are not necessarily boring London tubes.)