It’s the end of the night and I am exhausted. We had a long day today and haven’t been to the flats in 12 hours. We slept in a little bit today and got brunch at a café in the market. We decided to head back to Buckingham Palace for some better pictures, since we went there last week in the rain on a tour. After that we headed to Westminster Abbey where Will and Kate got married! It was a beautiful day and there were tons of people out. Westminster Abbey is right across from Big Ben, so you can imagine the hoards of people attracted to that area.
Annie and I met up with Derrick, one of our classmates, and he went to Harrods with us. Today we looked like we knew what we were doing. We had the Tube figured out and we traveled relatively quickly. The streets of London are starting to make more sense, of course as our time comes to an end. But when we got to Harrods, I felt completely incompetent when trying to find my way to the Tea Room. I’ve been to a department store a few times in my life, so I feel well-qualified to be able to find my way around. However, Harrods was not the case. I could get us there, but to actually navigate Harrods I needed a whole new app. We wandered Harrods and asked several employees where “the Tea Room” was. It is literally called “the Tea Room.” First we were told floor 0 (Brits are weird). Then floor 5. Then floor 2. It’s on floor 2. You would think a department store that has a luxury dog section next to Prada shoes would educate its employees about where their restaurants are. Anyways, Harrods has crammed every designer with a name into a small 7 story building. It was packed with all of the bodies in there. Derrick had his own plans, so he left us when we finally found the Tea Room. We had some finger sandwiches, scones with jam, and cake with our tea. It was posh and took a while, but it was something British to do. It was really good and I recommend it if you have some time to spare.
One of our classmates said that Harrods makes Bloomingdales look like Walmart. It does. The rooms are themed (the Egyptian Room, anyone?) and look like they were hand carved and painted. The place was beautiful. Cramped, hot and confusing. But beautiful and with free wifi. It’s something to say that you’ve done, but nothing life changing–for all those going to London in your lives.
Annie and I shopped a little bit around the area, then showed up to the theater where we were going to see Wicked. Both of us have seen the show before and both really love it. We had about an hour to kill before the show, so we sat on the steps and decompressed from our long day of sightseeing and crowds of people. I had pretty high expectations and I’m sad to say that they were not met. Maybe Wicked is better on Broadway. The energy in my favorite character, Glinda (duh), wasn’t there. Come to find out the actress that played her was the understudy…. Everyone else was great, but she just seemed to be not as enthusiastic or energized as the Glinda I’ve seen in the past. Also, we had a tough crowd tonight. I felt like the only person laughing–even at my favorite part when Glinda and Elphaba are fighting and Glinda uses her wand to go kung foo on Elphaba. Side note: If you’ve never seen Wicked you’re probably like, “Holly, what are you talking about? This is not on Broadway.” I get that. But, it’s totally in the show and it’s hysterical. So, all that to say that the crowd wasn’t energized either.
After Wicked we got ourselves back to the flats by taking the Circle line eastbound to Farringdon station. Call me a #local. The Tube ride was like 30 minutes long. Annie and I were sitting there minding our own business when Annie asked me if the woman across from her was asleep. I said yes, but then she blinked, so she must have woken up. I didn’t think much of it, but Annie looked at me and goes, “She’s about to throw up. We have to move.” I didn’t really want to because it looked obvious, but then I saw the woman with her hand over her mouth and her gag reflex kicking in. We bolted a car over. Sure enough, puke on the ground and the seat next to her. Annie told me after she threw up that she stumbled onto the Tube. I didn’t see her, but apparently she was very drunk. Poor girl. That Tube ride was really jerky, so that probably didn’t help. At the next stop she get’s off and this man gets on. I wasn’t looking, but Annie nudges me and goes, “That man just sat in it!” We were laughing in a horrified and disgusted way. The women sitting over there that knew what was going on, told him to get up. It turned into a bad night for two people really quickly.
The beautiful weather!!!
The crowds of people by Big Ben and on the Tube. So many slowly walking people.