this isn't a europe blog, it's a travel blog.
i've always loved to travel, but it took an 11 hour flight across the atlantic to realize how much awe traveling really does put me in.
The Lord has placed an immense burning desire to see this wonderful world He has created.
Unfortunately He has not yet provided the means for me to see everything I would like to...
so it is here where i will continue to share untold stories and unrevealed photos from my 50 days in europe, divulge past travels from my nearly 20 years of existence and dream of future journeys.
frankly i miss england with every fiber of my being. every single day.
dublin was nice.
paris was wonderful, we saw so much.
italy is fabulous, and it was a perfect vacation spot.
but i found myself in england. it was the most indescribable. and i could live there. NOW.
oh glorious england. so proper yet strangely liberal.
cold crisp days, with insane clouds that were too perfect to even be real.
let me share some pictures:
That rainy afternoon in Trafalgar Square. I could spend hours here just people-watching, with some hot english breakfast tea...
oh how i miss those grand brick homes with their bright flowerboxes
even the pubs are pretty, wandering around westminster
Approaching Buckingham
The gardens outside the Palace
Those silly hat-ted police men
Regent's Park must be the most wonderful place to live
England has the most precious uniformed school children. we almost died watching
little girls in straw hats and little boys in blazers
some of the Queen's favorite shopping places
oh those lovely black iron gates
our walking tour of london was to meet at the big black lamppost
view from the common room at Palmer's Lodge in the swiss cottage area
The bay window in the landing of the stairs at Palmer's
The Hog and the Pound, one of many pubs in London where people were spilling out into the street to try and catch a glimpse of the euro cup finals
the entrance to a church across from the great portland street tube station
(none of these have been edited)
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