Part II

Tuesday: On the second day, J and I went to visit the Tower of London and the British Museum.  We started our day with scones, tea, eggs, bacon, Greek yogurt, blueberries, strawberries and bacon.  Soon after, we boarded the Chiltern railway and wound our way through the tube system of London.  We arrived at the Tower, only expecting to stay a maximum of two hrs, but there proved to be so much to see and everything was so fascinating that we ended up staying 4. 

The outer walls of the historic Tower.

The royal ravens

 All the Queen's horses and all the Queen's men...

We had a picnic lunch in the grassy moat area while we watched the raven's hopping about on the lawn.  The ravens are about twice as big as American crows and they are so beautiful.

After that, we went to the museum and looked at Egyptian and Roman artifacts.  We wanted to see the Rosetta stone but everything was about to close, so we didn't get a chance.  

Part I- The Grand Tour

Sunday: 6:35 I took off from Dulles International airport on my overnight flight to London Heathrow!  J and I made our way successfully through security and found our terminal and gate, where we met up with the other girls we are traveling with.  I went to the Starbucks to get a sandwich for dinner before I boarded and when I was coming back I saw a British flight attendant standing there holding my carry-on and talking to J.  I rushed over to find out what was the matter.  Apparently just by walking by she noticed that my bag was indeed an inch too long.  I knew that before I got to the airport, but I was hoping no one would notice.  But at least she checked it for free for me.  That's one thing I've noticed about the Brits, they have SUCH nice attitudes and wonderful customer service.  We boarded the plane and as soon as we took off, J and I immediately tried to go to sleep.  We did pretty well and managed to get about 4 hrs of zzz's.  We were really surprised by everyone's shock at learning that we actually slept on the flight though.

Monday: At 6:40 am we landed in Heathrow and went through Immigration and got our first stamps in our passports.  We had to wait an hr in line for that though, but it was interesting to people watch.  After we picked up our luggage (it took us a while to find it until we realized that the handy-dandy screen on the wall showed us where it was) we found my aunt who lives in London and went back to her house with her where we cleaned up and whisked away to Windsor Castle.

My aunt didn't go in with us since she has seen Windsor so many times so we agreed to meet her in a little shop across the street.  When we got over there, she had apparently decided that I needed this beautiful black cashmere sweater, so she bought me one.  It was a nice surprise.  After that, we drove about an hr to Blenheim castle, birthplace and home of Winston Churchill.  While we were there, the sun peaked through the British clouds and everything was just awash in golden light.

And then, after Blenheim, my aunt took us to a charming little restaurant called Puddingface where we had traditional English potpies and my first drink that I was actually able to buy myself, some delicious hard cider on tap.

Yeah... please excuse me. ^^  I wasn't quite socially acceptable after an exhausting day and an overnight flight.
Stay tuned for Part II!
Cheers!

Meek and Humble of Heart

My priest introduced me to the Litany of Humility last Sunday in a homily.  I am just awestruck how one prayer can be so beautiful and painful at the same time.  About one line in, you start feeling distinctly uncomfortable.  Three lines in, and you are now certainly squirming in your chair.  But despite the definite lack of comfort, it really is an enlightening and of course, humbling prayer.  Humility is the basis of all the other virtues.  Once we achieve true humility, all the other virtues will follow.

O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.
From the desire of being esteemed,
Deliver me, Jesus.

From the desire of being loved...
From the desire of being extolled ...
From the desire of being honored ...
From the desire of being praised ...
From the desire of being preferred to others...
From the desire of being consulted ...
From the desire of being approved ...
From the fear of being humiliated ...
From the fear of being despised...
From the fear of suffering rebukes ...
From the fear of being calumniated ...
From the fear of being forgotten ...
From the fear of being ridiculed ...
From the fear of being wronged ...
From the fear of being suspected ...

That others may be loved more than I,
Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.

That others may be esteemed more than I ...
That, in the opinion of the world,
others may increase and I may decrease ...
That others may be chosen and I set aside ...
That others may be praised and I unnoticed ...
That others may be preferred to me in everything...
That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should…

My Carriage Awaits...

Hello there lovelies.  Sorry for the long silence.  In less than a week, I will be flying across the Atlantic, on a journey through a magical land, embarking on a semester abroad.  But don't worry, I am planning on posting pics and snippets of my life in the land of castles.  In the mean time, you have got to listen to this.  It is... breathtaking.