Never have I ever felt at home so quickly in a new city.
We departed from Rome late on a Thursday evening and landed in London-Gatwick a few hours thereafter. A train and a cab ride away, we reached my friend’s flat, located luxuriously across the street from Harrod’s. Was this a dream? No, my friend, it was not.
Honestly, it all happened so quickly. We saw and did so much in a short period of time. I was proud of us. High tea at the Hilton Park Lane, Westminster, Parliament, and good ol’ Big Ben. Tower Bridge, fish & chips, Piccadilly… you name it, we saw it. The Queen was around, I heard, doin’ her thang.
We even squeezed in Hillsong Church London on Sunday, and some Harry Potter attractions, too.
I even stumbled upon a wonderful surprise: while Rachel was getting coffee with a friend, I wandered over a bridge, through beautiful Christmas-ey streets, to hear what sounded like a lot of people having a good time. I turned a corner, saw some fancy horses and guards, and thought, “Is it Prince William? Kate? The Queen? Madonna?”
I turned another corner, and there she was. St. Paul’s Cathedral. Surrounded by a crowd enjoying the 800th year celebration of a parade, commemorating the Lord Mayor, dating back to the signing of the Magna Carta. Completely at random. Completely perfect and completely wonderful.
London, I will be back, mark my words. And next time, it will be for much longer than three unforgettably magical days. I love you.