{"id":1186,"date":"2019-08-22T09:37:56","date_gmt":"2019-08-22T14:37:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/?p=1186"},"modified":"2020-09-18T09:51:24","modified_gmt":"2020-09-18T14:51:24","slug":"uk-chronicles-landing-in-london-day-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bookofdreams.us\/2019\/08\/uk-chronicles-landing-in-london-day-1\/","title":{"rendered":"UK Chronicles – Landing in London – Day 1"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

My desire for UK was fueled by my joy of literature and the wealth of writers that hailed from this place. Charles Dickens. J K Rowling. William Wordsworth. Rudyard Kipling. Heck, I was even a reading a book called The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman – another UK writer. England, with a town named Reading, was upon us, and we arrived with gumption.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fatigue was overwritten by anticipation and the lack of realization we were here on ground zero. Plane revealed the rolling hills of the area. We shipped off our luggage directly to the hotel as we hopped on a train to the city. We had a set agenda–one of walking the streets of London. Half an hour later (from Gatwick) we stepped out and fittingly, our first stop was a cathedral, the St. Paul’s’ Cathedral where we got to sit down, pray, meditate, and immerse ourselves in the rich, royal history of this area. Famous people were buried here was not lost upon us through the crypt. A quick coffee and sugar break later, knowing we had just fell from the sky after sleepless eight-hour plane-ride, we had no intention of stopping. Meandering through bicycle event, the narrow streets, the phone booths, past the double Decker red buses, the black boxy taxis, our second stop was for my oldest and the Leadenhall Market…a market shown in the Harry Potter movies. <\/p>\n\n\n\n