A little rain never hurt anyone.
What I’m Wearing:
Top: Victoria’s Secret, Pants: American Eagle, Shoes: Guess
This was more than just a honeymoon. For as long as I can remember, I have been a massive Anglophile. I can’t pinpoint why or when my fascination for England started, but this was a place I had been trying to get to for years. Last month, the time finally came for me to step on English soil. Here is the first part of my London recap.
It started with a four-hour bus trip from Boston to NYC, then a five-hour flight from NYC to Iceland, and another three-hour flight from Iceland to London. With the time difference, it felt like I had been traveling for two days straight. But physical exhaustion was not enough to put me to sleep on the flights. While everyone snoozed, I was busy keeping myself occupied with re-run episodes of Friends, and an epic sunrise over Greenland. After a quick layover in Iceland, morning had dawned over western Europe. My eyes were glued to the map on the in-flight TV. Three hours felt like a lifetime.
As we began our decent into London, the clouds began to clear, and it was then I had my first look at England. Although London is the most recognizable destination, we passed over Northern England where I spotted some familiar sights, like Manchester City’s Etihad Stadium. We landed at Heathrow, and after spending about an hour in line at customs, we finally met up with our driver. Heading into the city, I was exhausted, but my eyes were glued out the window. We had arrived in London.
The driver graciously took us through different parts of the city en route to the hotel. It was here I had my first looks at Kensington, Harrods, Buckingham Palace and Westminster. For years people questioned my love for England, because I had never been. Some even joked that ‘it would be funny’ if I finally went there and ‘hated it.’ But there was no hate to be felt. Just like I knew I would, I fell in love even more.
We checked into the Grange at Tower Bridge, and were welcomed by exceptional views and the most amazing hotel room I have ever stayed in. The bathroom was small, but filled with marble and mirrors, with a jacuzzi tub, vessel sink, and a shower packed with multiple heads like you see in those swanky Kohler commercials. The rest of the room boasted modern interior finishes, and floor to ceiling windows. I didn’t waste any time. Immediately after getting to the room, I showered up, and got ready to head out. Ironically, my boss (who is British), was in London at the same time visiting family, and insisted on meeting us for dinner and shopping. We mapped out our route on the Tube and set out the city. First stop: Oxford Circus.
To be continued….