Abbey Road

St. John's Wood is the tube stop where you get off to see it, Abbey Road.


The most famous crosswalk in history.

One of the most famous and beloved recording studios in history.

I just had to. =)



Strawberry Fields Forever. I am so glad I got to go and see this today.

Later on the SAME day...

Knightsbridge and Hyding in the Park

St. James Park.

Today, I got up and put on my brightest fuchsia lipstick ("Impassioned" by MAC) and went and sang in the Knightsbridge Underground Station. I sang my guts out til one of the guards came over and said "Lovely as your voice is Miss, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to stop, you have to have a pass for this sort of thing. And them other blokes would kill me if I let ya keep singin'." So, I stopped, but I did get through a rousing version of "Nella Fantasia" first. I think I made about 80p.
A little dejected, I went into Harrod's to get a sandwich, and some chocolate. On the way out, one of the men in the long, green coats opened my door for me. I then went on to Hyde Park. It was a gorgeous day today and so everyone was out laying in the grass and playing soccer. There was one group of girls stretched out on the grass, legs lily white, and they were just giggling at the gorgeous, shirtless soccer players. I have to give it to them, they WERE gorgeous. I continued on to see the huge stage in the middle of the park that they had just had the tribute to Nelson Mandela on. Josh Groban had performed for it. Dare I say that I felt a little pang of jealousy...
I sat down and looked at the outdoor arena and ate my sandwich...then I decided that I wanted to find Abbey Road.

Back Home to London

Yes, I drew this.




I swear this kid is probably thinking "I freakin' hate my job..."




WE WANTED TO GET SOME INDIAN FOOD, WHERE ELSE BUT BRICK LANE?

London's Oldest Pub.

The Swiss RE Building.


BACK AT KEVIN'S
That is where we are right now, in Kevin's flat on Parkhurst Road. We have made it back to England, safely. Wow, it was so wonderful to be able to sleep...just sleep. I think that we will be going to Harrod's today, to get a sandwich or two. And then go walking around Hyde Park. I think we will go ride on the eye today, too. Wow. Kath and I just look at our feet and laugh, all blisters and callouses.
It's a good day.






GOING TO CHURCH AT HYDE PARK CHAPAL
It ia amazing how at home I feel here...

Goodbye Amsterdam

We are about to get on the bus to get to the air port to go back to London. I really feel like I am going home, I even referred to it as home yesterday when someone asked me about it. Of all the places that I've been in this world, it is still England that feels like home to me.
The clouds outside are so big and puffy and white...and the sky is approaching a painful-to-look-at blue. Ah Amsterdam. I truly do not know if I will ever come here again. On the way to the bus, I am going to get a Hard Rock Cafe "Amsterdam" tee shirt. I guess we are lucky, we have been here for three days and have had beautiful sunshine the whole time, and I have heard that Amsterdam has a higher amount of rainfall per annum than even London, England. That is a lot of rain. So yes, we have been lucky. Even though I don't mind the rain at all. Of a truth, I love it, I love rain. I am just waiting here for Kathryn. She went to the Anne Frank Museum and the Rembrandt Huis. I wanted to see those Museums, too, but I wanted to be able to spend as much time in the van Gogh Museum as possible. I think I spent almost four hours in there.
Ah Amsterdam.
Goodbye.
I am going back home.

The flight from Amsterdam to London.

Heathrow Airport Security almost took my camera away for taking this shot so you'd better enjoy it!

A wish of two Brothers

I went to the van Gogh Museum today, I am actually just returned.


To be honest, I don't know what to write.

Hail to all of us...the shadow of the Hague

At the Vondelpark Hostel in Amsterdam, they are playing a song..."Hail to all of us...hail to all of us down here." And my mind is taken back to The Hague. Where the crimes of the world are taken to be tried. Ah...to be a citizen of the world...through all the ages of this world. Why can there not be more peace? Oh that we can find a way.

The International Court of Justice at the Hague. It is truly an imposing place.

This is the extension to the International Court of Justice that was built not too long ago. I got to go inside.

Protesting torture in China...

...in the shadow of the Hague.

The Mauritshuis Museum in The Hague. I got to see this painting. They had one other Vermeer there as well. Unbelievable.

The lake behind the Mauritshuis.



Kath and I stopped at this sandwich and smoothie shop just outside the International Court of Justice. It was very, very good.

I finally understand Professor Frankenhuijsen going on about too many people having cars in America; everyone in The Netherlands rides a bike. Period.

The clock in front of the Hague Train Station.

Amsterdamage

To everything there is dark.

Except.

Expect.

Aspect.

Accept.