Aside from Dr. Long’s Advanced Composition class on campus at Harding University in Arkansas, most of my most important college memories happened in London. I spent the first semester of my junior year there, listening to lectures in a small classroom in our hotel in the morning, and spending evenings and weekends exploring the city and beyond. We saw Les Misérables, Phantom of the Opera, Starlight Express, Sunset Boulevard, Swan Lake, Handel’s Messiah, and many more musicals and plays, never paying full price and always standing at the ticket booth, trying to get the leftover seats right before showtime.
We learned to mind the gap, to look right and then left when crossing the street, and to carry an umbrella everywhere we went. At the end of the semester, my mom joined me for one last magical weekend. It was December and freezing cold, and the ancient city was decked out in true Dickens fashion. The night we saw Les Mis, it snowed on us as we waited at the theater, and London embedded itself, once and for all, in the part of my heart that holds the best memories.
About five years later, when I was a twenty-something English teacher, my sister Melanie and I took a wintery trip during my school break, and we took lots of pictures with our Canon Powershot digital cameras. Those photos were only slightly better than the ones I took in college, which did very little to capture the beauty of the city and the experience of a lifetime we had there.
Years passed. We got married, had families, and found ourselves in possession of much better photographic equipment.
We talked about going back to London. We tossed around the idea of a girls’ trip. And one day, like any other day except that this one had more action-oriented brain cells firing, we decided to go. I added a bunch of novels and even some history books about London to my Audible wishlist, and Melanie and I scheduled a whole day to plan our trip. There was an app for that, Wanderlog, and we scheduled everything! Nothing was left to chance. We were getting our money’s worth. We gathered our daughters (21, 18, and 18), our wardrobes, and a camera body and lens each, and we set off for the airport exactly one hour after I chased down the FedEx guy in my car and made him give me the extra-large suitcase I had ordered on eBay three days before the trip.


Melanie made some excellent last-minute seating decisions and scored each of us an entire row on our redeye British Airways flight, direct from San Diego to London.
Day One
We got lots of sleep and arrived in London energetic and ready to enjoy every minute. We immediately realized that London is fully optimized for vacationers. Everything is tap-to-pay, so we never even had to change our dollars to pounds! We hopped in a taxi and headed to the Westminster area, just a few blocks from Westminster Abbey, where we had booked an Airbnb for the week. Our first evening included a walk to St. James Park.
Day Two
Day Two was magnificent. Truly. Hop-on-hop-off buses, our first glimpse of the Tower Bridge, St. Paul’s Cathedral, and the Tower of London, tea and pastries, souvenir shopping, Trafalgar Square, and the National Gallery. Melanie and I were proud of our offspring and their ability to maintain concentration for several hours in an art museum! We saw Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, Leonardo da Vinci’s Virgin of the Rocks, Jan van Eyck’s The Arnolfini Portrait, Botticelli’s Venus and Mars, and Constable’s The Hay Wain. Lissa’s favorite was Bathers at Asnières by Georges Seurat. She performed in Sunday in the Park with George last school year at Cal Baptist, and she did the dramaturgy about it, so she knows more than most about Seurat and his work.




















We took our tired selves back to the flat to change for our first musical of the trip, The Great Gatsby! We all loved the show and just made it to a pizza place across the way for dinner before they closed.
Day Three!
The London Eye gave us the aerial view of the city, and afterward we stopped for hot drinks, pastries, and pictures near Big Ben. Then we took an audio tour of Westminster Abbey and headed back to the flat for a rest. The afternoon was for high tea at The Stage Hotel in Leicester Square, and we ended the night with musical #2 . . . Six! It was scandalous, but they let us take pictures with real cameras at the end, so I liked it. It was especially fun because I was halfway through the Alison Weir audiobook The Six Wives of Henry the VIII.




Westminster Abbey









High Tea at the Stage at the Londoner Hotel. (The one with the fancy loo with the bidets.)




Six! Rated R for real.


Day Four
I’m going to be honest here. For someone who double-majored in English and History in college, I like the British Museum way less than you might expect. It also might have something to do with the fact that if our tour guide had been an audiobook, I would have listened to him at 2x speed. Rosetta Stone, Elgin Marbles, yada yada. It was hot. We were tired. I wanted to leave.







Eventually, we left! Hooray! We had pizza on the way out and headed by taxi to St. Paul’s Cathedral, where we made quick work of the steps up to the gallery and then to the top of the dome. We did an abbreviated audio tour, checked out the crypt and the bookstore, and then took pictures outside in celebration of Mary Poppins, a top-tier Cothran girl favorite musical.




Caught the conductor’s eye. I did nothing. No idea why he looked at me like that. I am innocent.

Melanie’s Steps of St. Paul’s reel is the best way to experience the march to the top of the cathedral. We’re pretending the Thames is super pretty and sparkling, a lovely torquoise blue.
Back down for pics! There’s also a good reel for this part.

Next stop, Piccadilly Circus! We took the tube. There was a gentleman on the corner preaching through a portable sound system. He had strong opinions and did not think American was being made great again.
We headed to Waterstones, the largest bookstore in Europe. It was a hit! Everybody loved it. I took a lot of cell phone pictures of the covers of books. It was the first time seeing paperbacks of some of the audiobooks Melanie and I have read recently, and I was suprised how long they were, in pages!

Between the British Museum ordeal, the steps of St. Paul’s, and all of the walking in between tube stops, we found ourselves running out of steam at about this point. We were supposed to be shopping, and we really tried, but the clothing shops were absolutely packed, and the iconic toy store, Hamley’s, didn’t sell Jellycats. (Seriously.) We decided, since we were extremely tired, to walk another 15 minutes to Selfridges, which does carry Jellycats.
At Selfridges, we purchased many Jellycats. I did not buy one for myself since I am perfectly happy with my teddy bear Warmie, but Melanie bought one for Lissa, and she was delighted. Melanie is a good Auntie.


After this, we hailed a cab. I cannot emphasize enough how amazing a taxi is after you have walked 17,000 steps or so. When I was in London in college, I think I only took a taxi to and from the airport, and that was it. With a group of five, taking a taxi is not much more expensive than five bus fares, so we went for it pretty often. Worth. It. Observe the happy faces.

We ate dinner at a local pub and prepared for Day Five, our big adventure!
(Stay tuned for The London Blog, Episode 2.)








































































































































