So I arrived by train pretty early in the morning. I stayed with Alan Marshall, his wife, Luce and his two children Hannah and Isaac. I was given an attic loft (everywhere I go, I love staying in them) and a bathroom to you. My own space. Ahh, it felt nice.
Thursday I hung out and listened to Alan as he told me about the churches in London and his personal experiences. I just sat there and soaked it all in. You see, the last time I saw the Marshalls was back home in NY so I felt like I was coming home. Music, family, Jesus. Oh it was perfect.
The next day I went to the British Museum for the afternoon. I rode a double decker bus (!!!) and enjoyed exploring the museum. The first thing I saw was the Rosetta Stone (oh...I was ecstatic). Because I was by myself I couldn't have someone I knew my picture. No problem, I managed to find a professional and make a deal with him. I take his picture, he takes mine. Not only did he take it, he got different angles and views just so I could get the best picture. I felt bad because all I did was stand and click to take his picture.
I then hung out it the Egyptian section and went on a free tour. Oh, to live in a museum! Actually, it would get pretty old (haha, so cheesy). But I really enjoyed it.
Only one of the most studied mummies in the world
London and the River Thames (and I know you just said Thaaaames, it is pronounced like ten with and m: tems.)
My boy Ben
Hannah, Isaac and I
Saw the house! (This was the tube stop)
Hannah and I in front of the Palace
I know I look just the Beatles, crossing Abbey Road.
(I don't care if the Beatles were there...I'm not getting hit by a car. Some people almost did.)
The Marshalls and a couple other people I spent Sunday with :)
I am in love with London. It is easily my favorite city. I loved walking around it with Hannah and Isaac and seeing as much as we could with our day. I loved looking out my window and seeing the Thames. I loved the accents and the vernacular and the english I could hear almost every where. I loved the church, the people in it. The food and the english tea and just the feeling of home the entire time I was there. Oh if I only had the time to go back, then Brussels would never see me again :)
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