Speaking of being dumbstruck, I’ve heard of people becoming rather deadened by such sights if they do a lot of travel, but I feel I’m just more awestruck with each thing I see. It’s realizing how big the world is, and how different everyone’s experiences are. Not in a scary way, of “oh man, I can’t possibly navigate this huge world with all these different people” it’s totally a “wow, this is so neat! Tell me about this thing I could never experience back in the Midwest!” Traveling through trips like BV offers is definitely the way to do it—with a group of people you’ve come to know a bit for a whole semester. Plus our group is amazing anyway—we’re a group, not just a collection of mini-pods. We all came in knowing some better than others, but everyone has been really willing to mingle and enjoy everyone’s company. These trips are definitely the way to both realize there’s a bigger world out there, but also appreciate one’s own world better.
Anyway, back in the British Museum, the coolest thing was that we got to see the Rosetta Stone. The key that opened all the world to Egyptian writings, right in front of my eyes. Just like Stonehenge, having such an iconic thing in front of me… not quite like a punch in the face, more like a really warm pillow in the face—surprising and powerful, but still pleasant.
After the Museum, we went to Westminster Abbey, but with it being Sunday they were only open for service. While a little bummed, I still appreciated it—I wouldn’t want people snapping pictures while I was praying. The view outside, as it had just become dark, was another pillow in the face—it was so huge and beautiful! As I write these I really feel like I am NOT doing these places justice; you’ll just have to come and visit yourself!
In no real hurry, we walked around a lot through the downtown area, the buildings are gorgeous and all the old shops, though closed, were super cute. We eventually found ourselves to Trafalgar Square, which is dedicated to Admiral Nelson, the Brit who beat Napoleon on the sea (Wellington beat him on land) thus ending the Napoleonic Wars—he’s kind of a big deal in the UK. The lions were huge, the column was tall, the fountains were beautiful. Sounds lame, but it wasn’t, I just don’t know much about the gravity of this event so it means less to me than others.
Dinner at a super charming pub called the Garrick Arms. It was right next to a theater so it was elegant and homey all at the same time. I got my last taste of fish and chips there with an amazing hard cider. Then we simply walked back to the hotel to meet some others and ended the night at the Crown, a similar place to Garrick Arms, and then a lovely Italian restaurant. Great food, great company, great sites… great day! Now, with fond memories, we part for Romania at oh-god-o’clock!
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