The Magically Historical City: London - My Family Travels
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Vast history, aged architecture, and sexy accents; why wouldn’t someone want to go to London, England? My mind reeled as I looked out the airplane window for the fifth time, gaping at the setting sun. A seven hour trip to the country of my dreams, yet it was all worth it. Singing with my friend, Alyssa and I repeated joyfully, albeit annoyingly, “There’s no place like London!”

It was Spring Break and the tiresome walking from the airport to the hotel couldn’t dampen my spirits. Even the constant drizzle of heavenly rain and chilled March air couldn’t make me frown; if anything, a huge grin spread across my face, one that revealed I was a tourist.
 
Before my luggage hit the ground in our stair-walking-sixth-story-room, we began our trekking. Pepé, our tour guide, pointed out that it was only nine in the morning. Although I didn’t like the prospect of having to stay up for two days, the liveliness and surge of excitement acted as my caffeine.  
 
The Tower of London was the first stop we made that burned into my memory. Showing us weapons, portraits, and telling tales, that tourist stop had it all. As we traveled up the winding stairs to get inside, the rain dripping on us carelessly, I paused at one historical spot. As I read about how an uncle of royalty killed his two nephews, a little boy’s voice rang out, “Uncle, is that you?” I jumped out of my spot and ran inside, unsure if I should be laughing or crying. It took me very little time to realize the recording rang out when people passed the motion detector to read the information.
 
Windsor Castle was our next stop on our third day there, but first we had to meet there for the Jack the Ripper Tour. Walking all around the city, we traveled to where each victim was found and learned a popular conspiracy theory in London: the Queen had a male relative that could take over the throne if the blood confirms it.
 
Taking a break from the history-overdose, we went to see three musicals: Wicked, Blood Brothers, and The Lord of the Rings. All were exceptional and enticing; it was a great way to unwind after going to a brilliant store dedicated to Broadway, Dance Circle.
 
On the last few days, we dedicated an entire twenty-four hours to learning about the man behind Romeo and Juliet. Though it was a long bus ride, we visited his grave and the city he lived in. As a side attraction, we even visited a Harry Potter store! With bellies that ached from all the wizardry candy, we went to the Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre to watch fifth graders perform a scene from Macbeth. Though crude, it was fun to see the norm of what these kids grew up with.
 
Pictures were created when I and Jon, a crush I had in London, posed on the Millennium Bridge. From graveyards to stairs, we posed jokingly as a couple although it made me a bit down. Holding out our hands, we pretended to be holding up Big Ben. There was even a time when he caught me off guard when I was sipping scalding hot tea – it wasn’t hard to figure out my facial expression.
 
The cold weather kissed my reddened cheeks with a hint of snow and frost the last day. While we waited for the plane, we had scones and tea, contemplating on all that we would miss. How to sum a week’s worth of heaven into so few words?
 
 Perfect.

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