I visited England in the fall of 1996. I just found a letter that I wrote to one of my friends about it, once I got back home. I went with my parents. We stayed in a great little bed ‘n’ breakfast in a town called Horley outside of London, and took the train into the city. I would love to go back some day. Yes, I did just get back from London a week ago. It rocked. I was glad to get back to the Land of Real Food, though. I was absolutely dying for fresh fruit and raw vegetables. They don’t eat much of that over there. They also don’t drink much water. I got dehydrated because it’s just not readily available. I did eat lots of Cadbury chocolate, though. I think the calories were offset by the amount of walking I did. We spent three full days in London, and I got to see the Tower of London, the Victoria and Albert museum, which, to enjoy fully, I’d probably have to spend a week inside it, Harrod’s (scary big shopping overload), Picadilly Circus, Tower Records, Soho, Big Ben, Parliament, Buckingham Palace — where I saw the queen, no kidding, leaving in her snazzy Rolls Royce — and Westminster Abbey. I totally mastered the subway system (pardon, the “underground” system. “Subway” is a passage beneath the street, “Chips” are french fries, “Crisps” are chips, “Biscuits” are cookies. Getting the lingo down is half the battle.) I also went down into Cornwall and stayed in Exeter, Truro, and Bath. I visited St. Ives, which is a really cool little artsy community on the SW coast, Windsor Castle, and Stonehenge. Stonehenge was really neat. I’m not exactly a spiritual person, but I can see why the folks who built the […]