It’s a short forty-five-minute flight from Luxembourg to London. The last time I was in London, I was 14, and Marvin Gaye had been shot, so the bus I was on with my family played an all Marvin Gaye set. We had a bus tour of London and then a free afternoon where we ate fish and chips and went to the Tower of London. At the time, I remember being surprised that the Tower of London was a castle and not Tower Bridge. My sister had her picture taken with some punks in the tube. I don’t recall the tube, which is why I was so delighted to find out once we got to Paddington Station that the Tube is tube-shaped. I could hardly stop laughing. The last time I was in London, we did not even spend the night. We got back on a bus, went back to the ferry, and left England on the same day we arrived.
I know next to nothing about England except what I have seen in the movies, read in books, or picked up from The Smiths and Billy Bragg.
We leave on Sunday, the 18th. It’s time for some detox tea (THANKS, LUXEMBOURG!) and to figure out how to get to the Epping Forest.