February 24, 2003
Its a wonderful thing to hop onto a plane, lose yourself in the in-flight movie or a nap, and soon find yourself in central London. My friends here all agree. The excitement our group feels on this visit now going on a week has been tempered only slightly by jet lag, and weve nearly got that beaten. Were slowly coming to realize just how much the city has to offer, and that we have only ten weeks to tackle it all!
While my predecessors in Travel Journaldom have often signed on from the road, then, you might find me on a shorter leash. Just for starters, a few more precise reasons why:
We live where past meets present. Our flats are a few yards from Dickens old home. Were a stones throw from the British Museum. And thoroughfares sporting shops and stores of all manner (called high streets here) are around the corner.
Thanks to the tube (the citys underground public transit system) and the omnipresent double-decker buses (yes, they live on!), the houses of parliament, St. Pauls Cathedral, Buckingham Palace, and a hundred other notables are within minutes.