Wednesday, June 30, 2010

London

So I am sitting at the airport during my layover and I thought I should relay to you my day. I arrived in London super excited. The first thing I noticed was all the brick buildings and how the yards seemed to be so rectangular. Also, when I was in the air I saw 3 pools and whenever I fly into California I see a billion. I must say I absolutely LOVE New Zealand Air. They were above and beyond nice. I told the flight attendent about my 9 hour layover and how I needed to get from Heathrow airport to Gatwick. He wrote out a enitre itinerary for me. Where to go.. what trains to take... where I can go see all the sights. I arrived at Victoria Station where they would hold my baggage so I could see the sights. I found it really hard not to talk with an accent. I know that is weird, but I kept on saying words that were some strange rendition of whatever my brain thinks the British sound like. It was quite a task getting around the train stations. I had a backpack, a carry on, and a big piece of luggage. There were no elevators, and ALOT of stairs. So either I looked quite pathetic trying to get up the stairs (usually a nice gentleman helped me carry it up on multiple occasions) or I was the obnoxious person dragging her bags down the satirs making really loud banging noises everytime the luggage hit a new stair. Finally, I was able to store my luggage and look around. I loved loved walking around London. I saw Parliament, Westminister Abbey, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, London Bridge... just to name a few. I could not stop marveling at all the old buildings. All I could describe it to you as is that I kept looking up. Alot of the buildings were brick, and they were very rectangular.. straight up. The roads seemed to make alleys allowing the buildings to surround me. One thing I noticed about London is that they have a ton of parks, and everyone seems to enjoy using them. I saw lots of business people on breaks just sitting in the parks. Most park benches were filled. It was so neat to be surrounded by all these historic buildings that make London a very old city, and then you hit a beautiful park dedicated to some royalty that is filled with grass, rows of old trees, and lawn chairs for people to sit on. Its such a nice combination. I walked for about 4 hours seeing the sights, and marevling at the history and architecture. I was in heaven.


On to my DISASTER.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

LAX

So I am sitting in the lobby (is it called the lobby?) or the airport waiting area in LAX. I am so excited. Usually I love to eavesdrop, but everyone is speaking French around me so I do not really have the ability to truly be nosy. I need to learn a foreign language. The other sound I have been hearing for the past 45 minutes is this shrieking child. No, this is not a pain cry. This is a "I am a brat and my parents have absolutely no ability to discipline me so now I shall make you all pay for their inadequacy as parents." I honestly do not understand the no spanking thing. If my child is throwing a hissy fit and yelling at me at the top of his lungs, I am going to give him something to cry about. This child is now running around the airport and screams every time his Dad touches him. Modern child psychology has ruined public peace. On a brighter note, there is this darling old couple across from me. He leans over her and holds her hand. It is so cute. I love old people. Especially cute ones. I leave here at 4:30 pm and arrive in London at 11 am. That would be 3 am our time :-) I have a nine hour layover in London and get to find my way across London to Heathrow Airport from Gatwick. I really want to go see paliament and Buckingham palace since I have to cross the city anyways. We shall see how easy it is to find my way around. I have been assured that it is a color coated train system so I should be good. Before I part, I wanted to share this great quote I read:

"To complain that life has no joys while there is a single creature whom we can relieve by our bounty, assist by our counsels or enliven by our presence, is to lament the loss of that which we possess, and is just as irrational as to die of thirst with the cup in our hands." - Thomas Fitzosborne

:-)