London Calling

December 3, 2015 0 Comments

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.

– Aly


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