being in London, seems almost surreal.
"I don't think I am going to have a religious experience in London.. it is purely a tourist place.. for me anyhow.. a pretty city in the daylight. lots of grand old white houses with black trims. a feeling of elegance. I think a few days in London for a holiday would be nice, but not after such a long time away from home like we have had. I just didn't appreciate all of the history here, as I am in history overload...."
Taking the Hop On, Hop Off bus, blue route, we travelled first through the museum district.. and hopped off at Piccadilly Circus.. to catch the red route bus that had a personal guide.
this took us all around the city..
past some well known places..
others you had to get off and walk to see..
continuing past the theatres and the grand hotels...
hopping off again at Trafalgar Square to have lunch
then on again to Harrods to complete my mission...
to buy the bag..
then we had afternoon tea at Harrods.. it is so much like David Jones at home.. just more people .. but now I can say that I have done it.. oneday who knows.. my grandchildren may say 'my grandma had afternoon tea at Harrods.." or maybe not
and now.. our last night in England.. I prepare to fly home. what a journey. of a lifetime. a pilgrimage to my ancestral home and now, back to my birth home.
what happens next?
gym, garden, walking, meditating, art, family, friends.... and I write the epilogue to this journey...