Twenty-four hours in London

Last year we flew into London, England for a brief twenty-four hour visit. The trip itself was an adventure. There were no seat assignments, and we could only take one carry on bag a piece. Sevilla was hot when we left, but London was cool and rainy which required warmer clothes. I had a sweatshirt tied around my waist as well as a denim jacket. Everything else was stuffed into my backpack. You have no idea how heavy that thing was.

By not having seats assigned to us on airplane, we RAN from check point to check point. Forget escalators, we ran up the steps. We ran until we reached another line to wai in. At last they released us outside to board the plane. Despite all of our hurrying, we did not get to sit together. Oh, well.

We arrived as Stansted Airport late Friday night and took a hour bus ride into the city. Once we got into the city, we walked to our bed and breakfast and checked it. We passed an Italian restaurant on the way that smelled amazing, so we walked back there for a late dinner.

The restaurant was owned and run by true Italian speaking Italians. We saw at least three generations of the family working that night, and the food was amazing.

Saturday morning we ate breakfast at our B&B. We had eggs, bacon, toast and hot tea. Then it was off to tour London, and we were not going to let a little rain stop us.



We bought tickets for a jump-on and jump-off tour, and that's what we did.