london... yup.
im having a hard time processing the trip still, two days later, just because of the massive amounts of things we did in the small amount of time. so bear with me and ill try to sort it out with some semblence of order. unlike what i last wrote. ive slept since then never fear!
first: impressions. london is dirty. but its not bad. its easy to navigate for the most part and it has that nice european feel of old and new placed together. even though im expecting that placement im always surprised at how much i like it. the dirt is offset by parks everywhere- in use. at lunch there were ((note: the "c" key on the keyboard is nearly dead so if words with that letter are spelled badly then i apologize now)) people on the lawn everywhere. felt like the fourth of july every day. very nice. lovely weather... a fluke apparently. appreciated by me though. the gap between young and old is less defined. i ate fish and chips next to two middle age man and one in his middle twenties arguing the odds for australia in the world cup this coming week. because alcohol isnt the deal it is over here ((which im not going to argue for or against so dont get stressed right now!)) it makes the age gap nonexistantthat college years here brings. maybe the way jobs are split as well. age doesnt seem to split people as muh as white collar blue collar. just a thought. i love london. i like the fast pace, the walking to get somewhere attitude. vienna so far seems similar to portland and london was more like seattle. its hard to settle into a slow pace when this whole trip is essentially fast paced.
favorite sites: i had three places i loved. but ill be brief.
- westminster abbey. it was crowded and ornate and small and made me comfortable. i like that crushed in feeling. it was beautiful. interesting fact: the poets corner, with all the famous authors, was created because chaucer was buried there. however chaucer wasnt famous when he died, he was buried there because he had done some work for the abbey.
- st pauls. im terrified of heights. hoo boy. but i climbed all the way to the top of the dome of st pauls and saw london from the top. i dont get to see the top of many things seeing as im a little short so this was pretty fun. its three hundred and sixty feet in the air, which is halfway as tall as the space needle! i was very proud of myself. yeah?
- les mis. i just finished reading it, i'm glad cause having the full story was nice. hugo writes like i think kinda... i want all of the story. i want the life of everyone in a story. and after we were less than two feet from one of the supporting cast, he walked by on his phone trying to schedule some meet up with his home diggity dogs. wow. that phrase alone proves i should go to bed.
get ready for: the castle! and hating ignorance. im going to devo now but just to give you a sneak peak theres a link on the right side. also, to get from this computer to my bedroom on the top floor is sixty-two stairs. 62. and ive been up there four times since i started this blog! oh yeah...
or maybe tomorrow can just be photos.
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