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In London, we met up with the group from my grandmother’s college. We would be staying at Westminster School, whose graduates include the likes of Andrew Lloyd Weber and A. A. Milne. Westminster School has been around since the 11th century. In Texas, we think the Alamo (circa 1700s) is ancient. Westminster School is somewhat similar to what you see at Hogwarts in Harry Potter.
Adjacent to Westminster School is Westminster Abbey, home of royal weddings. It is also the memorial place, and sometimes burial, of people like Winston Churchill, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Jane Austen, Robert Browning, Keats, Lord Tennyson, Sir Isaac Newton, as well as kings, queens, and other royalty.
When I think of my time at Westminster School, I think of playing games in the Little Dean’s Yard, cobblestones, visiting the gift shop at Westminster Abbey, doing brass rubbings with the metallic gold crayon on black paper, and eating meals in the old dining hall (also reminiscent of Harry Potter). The college students we were with played soccer every evening on the lawn after dinner. The professors sat outside, enjoying the weather and the conversation. It was great for people-watching.
I learned to navigate the London Underground map of the tube routes. That reminds me of the Cadbury candy vending machines. Yum. I can almost hear the Underground recording “Mind the gap” now.
Not-so-yum: The dinners at Westminster School weren’t especially delicious. It was fish and chips, or mystery meat. There were some good dinners. There were a lot of great desserts. (I think I’m noticing a theme here.)
Westminster School was full of hallways and tunnels and nooks and crannies. It was such a wonderful adventure. There were surprises around every turn. There was so much history, and so much mystery.
At night, Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament would be all lit up, and I would drift off to sleep to the sound of the chiming of Big Ben’s bell…