Notes from the Eurostar

This is being written on the Eurostar train which goes across the Channel tunnel.

Yesterday, we woke up after having been on the plane all night. We then discovered that both my and my mother’s suitcases were lost at Washington when we made the flight connection. We were told that the suitcases would arrive last night, but since that did not happen, we can only hope that either they somehow miraculously reach us in Paris, or we can collect them at the end of our trip when we come back to London. After this ordeal, we got on a cab from Heathrow to our hotel. Our hotel was in an area where there are many streetsfuls of near-identical white Georgians, all of which have been turned into hotels. Upon arriving at our hotel, we were then told that we could not check in until 1:00. Then we had to find something to do for three hours. In the end, we walked to Westminster Abbey, which was lovely, but rather hard on our legs. We saw the memorials of many various people of varying degrees of famousness from only-known-of-today-because-they’re-buried-here to highly well known. We saw a memorial to the Hunsdons, which, to those who don’t know, is the name that Mrs. Smith, my LRC teacher, used when she was in the Renaissance Fair. We also saw Big Ben (which was cool) and than walked back to the hotel (which was cold). We slept for a while, got up and ate some assorted dinner items, and then went back to sleep after watching the telly for a while. Then at about 5 AM here (or midnight in Chicago) we got up, got in a cab, and got on the train!