Last Day in London

My legs fell off day 5 so getting up and walking around day 6 was tough. I got my very first British cinmon bun. On a scale of 1 to 10, it was not very good. It kind of made me want to go home. Just kidding, mostly. Who puts raisins in cinmon buns?? Seriously.

We took a bus to St. Paul’s Cathedral in the morning, which we had tried to visit two other times before but it was closed. It was worth coming back for though. It was really beautiful. There were more signs that said “No Photography” posted everywhere, but I thought that might have actually been a guideline, unlike Westminster Abbey. I was way stealthier about my picture-taking this time and I didn’t get caught. We had to walk up one billion steps to get The Whispering Gallery. It’s this balcony around the inside of the dome that you can stand on one side and whisper against the wall and the person on the other side can hear you. There were a lot of kids around and my dad said he wanted to whisper in a really deep, scary voice against the wall, "Get out of here", but he decided against it. I left my dad there cause he didn’t want to go any further. Then I took another billion stairs to The Stone Gallery that is outside around the dome. Then I took a half a billion steps up to The Golden Gallery that is at the very top of the dome outside. It was an incredible view.

Then my dad had a meeting so I went shopping. I know this is the moment you have all been waiting for so I won’t linger any longer before telling you: I found the pair of black flats I was looking for. I know you are just as relieved as I am. We can go home now. I stopped and ate lunch at a little Italian restaurant. I’m kind of over the pub food.

While I was shopping I saw the British Marko Ledjenac, Timothy Traverse, and Phillip Brock. People in London like to play chicken. They like to walk straight at you and not decide which direction they are going to go in until they get right up to you or until you move. My dad says just keep going straight because they won’t actually walk into you. I don’t believe him.

That evening we saw Les Miserables. I didn’t know the story going into it, but it was so incredible. An awesome story of forgiveness and redemption, and the burden of unforgiveness. It steadily builds until the end. I may or may have cried at the end. The lady behind me was sobbing so hard that she started laughing at herself. So great.

The trip was amazing. I feel so blessed to have been able to go and to spend so much time with my dad :)