London is a beautiful city, and has the exact same air about it that you would imagine. We took the underground from Heathrow to Picadilly before getting off for a wee bit of tourism, We watched the cobble-topped three-storied cottages as we rolled slowly through on the train tracks. In the gardens we passed, I imagined Beatrix Potter’s little Peter Rabbit searching around for carrots and turnips, watching carefully for farmer MacGregor. Vines and moss covered the walls lining the rails as the dew and the mist covered the window and our jet-lagged minds.
We found lunch at the Picadilly Circus stop for less than 3 pounds each, had coffee, walked into a beautiful cathedral, then got on the tube (train) again and found our hostel. To be honest, I don’t remember a whole lot about yesterday. But I do remember walking through the rain with my mother to London Bridge and the Tower of London. Which was pretty cool. Minus the rain.
I’ll catch up on today tomorrow because we will have more time. Right now, I need to get one of our roommates to stop talking to mom so that she can go to sleep. Wish me luck!!! 🙂 Goodnight from the UK.