Yes, the term jet lag is retarded, and frusterating when you only have a week in one of the most amazing cities in the world. I usually don't have much of a problem with it so I was surprised when I woke up sunday "morning" and realized I had slept right through our morning plans to go to St. Paul's cathedral and it was now at last noon. I sigh and took a shower, took my time getting ready ( I wanted to look fabulous, I mean I was in London!) and along with the rest of the family we headed out for our first day of exploring. We did end up at the cathedral, not for a service, but just to mosey around and see all it's grandure. It truely was amazing.
our first glimps
(photo by me)
view from across the street.
(photo by Heather)
and there's Paul himself standing under his cafe sign
I've learned so much since crossing the threshold out into this new world, it's amazing how educational trips like this really can be.
Lesson #1: Sitting onto of luggage with rollers is not necessarily safe and may lead to the baggage swiftly falling out from under you. Needless to say, I severely damaged my tailbone. My mother, who is always sympathetic in these situations was laughing so hard that she spit out all the muffin she had in her mouth. about 5 minutes later she told me I had muffin on my face. ewww!!!!
Lesson#2: Vacancy signs on the airplane lavatory in no way guarantee that there is nobody inside. I managed to slip out a "I'm very sorry sir" before the swiftly closed in my face. I was so glad that the other toilet opened up before he came out, I don't think I could have kept a straight face.
Lesson#3: Crisis situations don't necessarily require panic. After arriving we were sitting down deciding what to eat when a very kind, polite hostess slowly walked to our table with a big smile and said calmly in her charming British accent, "Excuse me, but I believe your menu is on fire." I glanced to my right and sure enough, my menu was directly over the centerpiece candle and was definitely on fire. My lack of observation has hit a new low. after I frantically put it out and apologized a million times she took the menu and laughing said, "don't worry, it happens all the time." Yeah right.
Lesson#4: Respect the voltage converter. Apparently if you don’t use one, your curling iron goes from 0-250 in 5.3 second. My poor lock of hair does not live to tell the tale. I hate the smell of burnt hair!
Lesson#5: Cobble stone streets and high heels don't mix. The fall wasn't as bad as Heather's public announcement, "It's okay folks, SHE'S ALL RIGHT!"
