If we were having coffee, we wouldn’t actually be having coffee. We’d be having tea because that’s what you do in England and I happen to be in that country now.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you how absolutely exhausted I am. Some people have the magical ability to fall asleep anywhere… I am not one of those people. I haven’t slept in a day and a half and look like a total zombie.
If we were having coffee, you’d know that my travels went extremely well! No delayed flights or hiccups. I flew six hours from Minneapolis to Reykjavik, Iceland followed by another three hours to London. Although I didn’t actually sleep, I spent most of my flights with my eyes closed listening to The Fellowship of the Ring on audiobook. Which, I suppose, is the next best thing. Once I got to Heathrow, I successfully passed Boarder Control, picked up my suitcase, exchanged my United States Dollars for Pounds, picked up an Oyster card, and hopped on the Tube, which took me to King’s Cross Station (yes, like in Harry Potter), which is five minutes from my hostel.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my hostel is a bit sketchy and that I forgot my shower shoes and can’t remember where I packed my toothbrush. BUT it also has free Wifi, which more than makes up for its deficiencies.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you how WEIRD it is to fly to the other side of the world and find yourself somewhere familiar. When I studied abroad here two years ago, I spent a LOT of time exploring the city on my own. I was a bit shocked how quickly I fell back into the swing of London. It’s like I never left.
If we were having coffee, I would gush about how in love I am with this city. I love (almost) everything about London. (Overcrowded Tube trains are NOT fun. Freaking Piccadilly Line.) I love the architecture. I love the blend of historical and modern. I love the big red double-decker busses lumbering everywhere. I adore Trafalgar Square. I love that I couldn’t wait an hour before hitting up the National Gallery. I love the way all the paintings by Monet, Rembrandt, Reubens, and Turner make my heart soar. I love stumbling upon an entire street of antique book shops. I love the extensive parks system and how the middle of the city can feel like the countryside. I love that I’m in the city of Shakespeare, Dickens, and Woolf.
I’m excited to spend the next couple of days here. Tomorrow, I’m exploring Hampstead Heath, Kenwood House, and going to church at Hillsong. Monday, I’m visiting museums and seeing a production of Shakespeare’s As You Like It at the National Theatre. Tuesday, I head to L’Abri!
Okay, okay… enough about my enthusiasm about England. What do you have to share over coffee?