God Save the Queen

On Wednesday, we traveled by plane from Florence to London. Seems simple enough right? As long as there are no aborted takeoffs. This was one of the strangest feeling I've had in a while. The pilot began to throttle up, then the brakes go off. The pilot then explained (in Italian first to add to the suspense) that there was an "indicator light in the wrong position." He then turned back to the beginning of the runway and we took off. This whole experience made for an interesting flight.

Once we reached London, we took a couple of trains to Earl's Court where our Hotel was. The room was...quaint (and by quaint, I mean miniature). The room was not big enough for one, let alone 3 (me, sister and brother-in-law).

After seeing our rather diminutive hotel room, we traveled to London Tower. This was the first castles in what is known as modern Britain. It sits along the River Thames. The day started off well when one of the guard-guides (also known as "Beefeaters") remarkably embarassed my sister and brother-in-law in front of the entire tour (about 50 people). Good stuff indeed.

























After this, we ran back to the hotel and did some pub hopping.