London Bound

When our flight left for London it was 10pm Philadelphia time. We had a 6 ½ hour flight ahead of us. I watched 2 movies, took a Tylenol PM and proceeded to stay up to watch the sun rise over the ocean. Turns out, at 40K feet, you can't see the ocean. Bummer. I finally did get about 2 hours of sleep (I think?). We arrived in London at 10am London time…I think it was 2am in Phoenix, but it doesn’t matter because I am now a Londoner. It was noon by the time we got to our hotel, which is in a lovely part of town close to the tube station. Today we adventured to find the grave of John Arbuthnot, but had no luck. Apparently he’s buried at St. James Church near Picadilly, but a lovely man from the church said that many of the graves were destroyed during the war. Too bad, Hank really wanted to see it. We spent our evening down by the London Eye and Aquarium, eating at the one place I refuse to eat at in the states…McDonalds! I ordered sweet and sour sauce and got a lovely sour cream and chives sauce for my chicken strips. It’s always an adventure eating in the UK.