London: Day 3 or 4

Tis morning, I arose too early, had free continental at the hotel (that's for you, Stephanie) and then we jumped in a car to go to Kew Gardens. It was a BEAUTIFUl day, 75 degrees and blue skies. We strolled and took pictures, and I chased geese around for a while. Then we had lunch. They even had hummus sandwiches and scones with clotted creme and jam. Mmmmmm. Then we caught the car back home, which took forever and ever and ever b/c London traffic is horrible in the afternoons. And out driver, who seemed nice enough for half the trip tunred out to be a bitter, London hating guy who wouldn't stop complaining. I blame Dubai, because he was OK until he told us how great Dubai was, which reminded him how not great London is, apparently, because I like it just fine. We saw this book in the store tonight titled Everything is Shit, and we thought of him.

We dropped mom off at the hotel and dad and I headed off to buy travel books for Switzerland, and drugs from Boots. We took the subway, a remarkably unwise thing to do at 5:30pm. About a billion other people were there, and the trains were packed with hot people, and we had to fight our way inside. Then, on the way back, I passed through this crowd of people heading four different directions. It was vaguely like driving around the Arc de Triuph from what I could tell looking down on it. I found the escalator and made my escape. Phew... still sweating. Now the parents are speed napping and then we're off to see the Lady From Dabuque, starring Maggie Smith. It's a good thing she was in it or we'd never be going. I'd be in line for the SOund of Music. The hilllllllllllls are alive....with the sound of muuuuuuusic...