Was great! It was a whirlwind of watching guards change, taking pictures of Big Ben and enjoying a very nice round of high tea.
While the journey to the city was unbearable as you know, it was worthwhile as I got to see and learn quite a bit.
First, the Tate Museum is absolutely great as it’s a free modern art museum (great 2 for 1 in my opinion). Sarah and I learned that we have a new favorite artist in Bruce Nauman as his piece VIOLINS VIOLENCE SILENCE was for some reason quite grabbing. Besides that I also loved Grey by Gerhard Richter. In my opinion plain moves plain and this one spoke to me.
Another stop I’d like to highlight is the unexpected and much appreciated prayer we received outside of Westminster Abbey. I turned to a pleasant looking couple (Steve and Karen I soon learned) and asked if they would take our photo. After the picture, some small talk on the weather and other pleasantries they asked if we were Christians and if we would mind then praying for us. The whole moment was short and sweet, but very powerful as they mentioned a lot of personal things and potentially revealed some things that God had planned next in our lives. To receive such a prayer outside of an iconic church was not unnoticed and it was comforting to remember that we’re not alone on this trip.
With visits to the Tate Museum, National Gallery, Buckingham Palace, the London Eye, Westminster Abbey, Parliament, Trafalgar Square, Piccadilly Circus, and Olympic park, we crammed a lot within 48 hours.
While I enjoyed a riveting meal of fish and chips and mushy peas (which are quite disgusting), I have to say I really enjoyed and hated another English tradition – high tea.
We met with Sarah’s Irish friend from UNC who did a semester abroad and some of her local friends to enjoy a traditional British experience. We laughed, talked had fun and overall had a good experience especially when the waiter brought us all some free gelato for kicks. It wasn’t until later in the day when Sarah and I were discussing the day’s events that I realized my ignorance (thus my irritation for the day). The girls all wanted us to get these mini biscuits with jam and cream to go with our tea. Wevine would’ve rather have an apple pastry, Sarah being British passed and me always up for an experience got them. Overall they weren’t bad, but I thought they were basic – nothing special. Sarah stated she was surprised I paid 6£ for them. I was like well you can’t get them at home and she stated I could get them at any Starbucks. After putting two and two together I realized my error. I spent $9 on some scones! I was enamored by their accents and didn’t realize I spent $9 on scones (pronounced “skonz”) when I could pay $2 for my American scones any day. Ugh. I don’t even like scones for real. I hate this language barrier. 😦