We're pretty boring people. We have beige walls, beige carpet. We plan stuff. Before our move, we were surrounded by boxes and my husband and I looked at each other and said, "after all this moving, we need a vacation-just the two of us." So far our only vacations together have been: Disneyworld honeymoon, a long weekend in Florida for Universal Studios checking out Harry Potter stuff (my inlaws went down at the same time), 3 days in San Diego and Vegas-both paid for and arranged by an accounting firm I worked for in WA to thank the employees for working so hard in tax season.
We moved a year ago and we have dreamed about a vacation-where we'd go, how much we'd spend, what we'd do. We've looked online and closed the browser because there was too much going on or it cost too much. When Paul took his June trip back to WA for work, he got bumped off his flight and got a voucher good for a future flight. We'd already booked our WA tickets for July/August, so we didn't have a use for it right away. We looked over the last two weeks of June on the calendar (school gets out June 27th here) and realized we really didn't have anything going on and looked at plane tickets and looked at London and Paris-both places are pretty easy to get around with English and the little bit of High school French we knew. The cheapest tickets we could find? Leaving the next day, coming back in 10 days. Could we really pull it off? P called his parents and asked if they'd take the kids (they'd been encouraging us to take a trip, maybe not so soon, but they HAD said they would take care of the kids for us). So we did it. We called the airline and booked the tickets (couldn't do it online-too close to the time of take off). The voucher paid for a 1/4 of the cost. We also booked our first 3 days in London. The next day, we packed our bags, went to the mall for some pounds and Euros and guidebooks for London and Paris, which we read on the overnight flight over.
We arrived in London to a few surprises: the zipper on my backpack (large one for our luggage from my high school traveling days-we'd read that Europe is not exactly roller bag friendly) was broken and I couldn't get my straps out! Finally P got it unstuck and we got it so that we could zip it up one way but not the other, which was fine. Then we realized we had no idea where our hotel was and when we tried to sign into our e-mail in another country, our service figured we'd been hacked and wouldn't let us in. We finally got our e-mail to work (it would have been prevented had I signed into my e-mail on the Surface we brought from the US-not only my regular e-mail but also my other one that my security code goes to-let this be a lesson to us-I don't normally use it to sign in for my e-mail). We also figured out that though our hotel was not as close to the center of the city as we'd thought, but it was fine, it was close to a tube stop. We gathered ourselves together, used the tube map from the guidebook and made our way to the hotel. The room was teeny tiny! The shower was about 2 feet square and the hallways about 2 feet wide. Good thing we were pretty much only there to sleep! We dropped off our bags. We decide to have lunch at Café Below which is in the crypt of an old church near St. Paul's cathedral. It was decent, but not the best food ever. We then caught an afternoon tour of St. Paul's cathedral. Jet lag hit hard and we had to keep elbowing each other to stay awake. We barely had enough time to make the hike up to the top of the cathedral before closing.
Many of the English places don't allow pictures inside (France was much more liberal about pictures).
Leaving from the Paddington station, we went to the top of St. Peter's Cathedral to check out the view.
We also walked along the Thames and found a blue police box for P, the Dr. Who fan as well as a red telephone box. We also walked beside Parliament and Big Ben and took some pictures.
Our first day lunch was in the crypt of a church.
Reminders on the road helped those of us used to driving on the right side to know which way to look to check traffic before crossing:
The tube made travel around the city quite easy
The next morning we were up early so we went to the train station to ask about taking a train through the chunnel. Apparently some sort of strike on the airlines meant that there were not a lot of train tickets left, but the agent suggested to us that we could take a train to Disneyland Paris and then take a regional train back into the city for a lot less money-just take a little more time.
We lined up to go into Westminster Abbey after having tea and breakfast there at the Cellarium Café (located just next to the Abbey in the Dean's yard).
Westminster is where royals are coronated, wed & buried.
We also got our first peek at Big Ben and the Parliament building across the street.
We saw Buckingham palace from the outside (only allowed inside Aug & Sept when the queen is away) and walked through Herrod's which has an amazing food shop (if we'd known we'd have gotten stuff from there for a picnic).
We both admitted we were beat and went back to the hotel for a nap. Then we headed to the national museum which was open late that night. It had a very impressive collection, but we were a little disappointed most of the Di Vincis were off-limits due to an upcoming exhibit. After walking and walking looking for a dinner spot, we finally gave up and ended up at Hard Rock Café which was still a long wait, but it was open and had food....
The next day we went to the Tower of London to look around and see the crown jewels-well, sort of. The crowns are there-the royals have been taking the jewels from one crown and putting them in the next over time, so there were pictures and they had the actual skeletons of the crowns available to look at as well as some replicas of the jewels so you could get an idea for their size and beauty. Because it was a Saturday, we took the opportunity to go into the Parliament building and do the audio tour. Very interesting to learn about the House of Lords, House of Commons, etc. Then we walked to the Tate Modern. Some of Picasso's stuff was there, but mostly it was just TOO modern for our taste. The café there was very good food for lunch. We had dinner at a local pub and headed back to the hotel to pack for our train to Paris the next day.





Took the train through the chunnel. The train agent wasn't kidding that the train leads to Disneyland Paris. As in the front gates of it! We had a nice breakfast and the ride was pretty smooth-maybe 2 hours or so.