A Little TripWhen I was 10 , my moms' mom (we call her Gigi) took my sister and I to London. I'm from the soutwestern part of the US, and so London was a bit more than a 'hop across the pond' for me. To my 10 year old mind, it was across the WORLD. We packed, and I being a book worm, had no less than 3 books to read on the long flight there. I didn't get to read them thought, because this lady in back of me told me to turn off my over head light because she was tryin to sleep. I wasn't very happy with that, and was restless with excitement, so I am sure the lady didn't sleep much anyway. I remember decscending for touchdown, and breakin throuh the clouds. I was immediatly able to identify the Tower of London, and the Thames river, as well *** a few other things. When we disembarked, I was surprised (I hadn't traveled outside the US, except to Mexico), to see a McDonalds. After about 20 minutes, I got used to the accent, and had no problems understanding anything, even the slang. We stayed for 4 or 5 days, and saw Harrods, Buckingham Palace, Windsor Castle, the prime meridian (which I did the 'criss-cross' dance on), that runs through Grenwich. When we landed in San Antonio, my grandma had a hard time convincing customs that I wasn't British, because I had unconciously learned to speak like the British. I wasn't even aware of it at the time!!
When I go back to London, I am NOT doing all the touristy spots (except Madam Toussads, I've wanted to see that since I was 5 or 6). I hope to o back soon, cause London captured my heart in a way that no other city has been able to.