My parents came over from California to visit us for five days. We had the most glorious, exhausting vacation that I've had in a long time.
They arrived last Thursday around lunchtime. I had hired a driver to take us and their luggage back to our house. I used the same company that we used when Kelly and the kids came. When he didn't show up, I called the company to ask what was going on. After searching through their records, they found that I had booked the car for Friday. Oops! They found another driver, who came and picked us up and brought us home.
They spent Thursday night with us in the kids' room, while the kids moved to the extra bedroom.
Friday morning, we got up early and walked up to Queens Road Peckham train station and took four trains to Canterbury. What an amazing trip that was. We had two suitcases for the six of us, and all of my parent's luggage and two strollers. Each time we changed trains, we had to go up a flight of stairs, across the tracks, and down another flight of stairs.
But when we got to Canterbury, I realized that I wasn't sure how to get to the hotel from the train station. I asked the gal who worked at the little coffee bar in the station if she knew where the Castle House Hotel was. She wasn't sure, but guessed that it must be one of the ones right across the bridge. After asking which bridge and where it was, I went on a quick scouting run across the footbridge that is right across from the station. It turns out that the bridge takes you across the four lane road that circles the city and over to the ancient wall of the city! I followed along the wall to the main opening (which would have been the city gates in the old days) and there was our hotel. It is where the guard house of the city would have been, and right across the gate from a 1,000 year old Norman keep. It was awesome.
The hotel was a nice little bed and breakfast. The rooms were big, but in normal English fashion, the floors were neither flat nor level. But other than that, it was fun to stay there.
That afternoon (Thursday) we walked around the city of Canterbury. The streets are exactly what you would expect of an British town, cobblestones, narrow winding streets, buildings making canyons. I was kind of excited to see the Cathedral, even though it is a big time Catholic place, but no one else was interested in paying money to see a church. I understood. And after they weren't into it, neither was I. We took plenty of pictures from outside the grounds. It is the tallest thing in the town, so you can see it pretty much where ever you go, which is the point I think. I was actually very surprised at myself for wanting to see this Catholic Cathedral. I think that just the architecture and antiquity of it drew me there.
The next day we took a quick train down to Dover to see Dover Castle. THAT was a great experience. We started with a tour of the secret wartime tunnels that were used in WWII to first extract over 330,000 soldiers from Normandy and then plan and launch D-Day from. We couldn't take any pictures on that tour, but it was a great tour.
After that, we walked up to the keep (which is the center of the castle) and walked around. Then I realized we could go in and explore all through the castle. It was so awesome! It was like walking into the book that I had read to my family just after Christmas about castles. And we could even get up on the roof and look down. What a great place.
That night we got back to Canterbury, and had fish and chips at a nice restaurant, called "The Deep Blue".
Sunday we got up and dragged all our luggage through the town because the station we wanted to use was at the other end of town. But that meant that we didn't have to change trains to get back to Waterloo station.
My parents stayed at the Marriott at County Hall, which is the most fabulous hotel I've ever been in. The view from their window was of Big Ben, Houses of Parliament, and some Star Wars Stormtroopers left over from the Star Wars exhibit that we had just missed. We ate take out from shop across the street right in their room, partly because we were all too tired to go anywhere, and partly because the view was so spectacular.
Monday we went on the London Eye. That was great. I loved seeing the city from that high. Then we went on the "Big Bus Tour" around London and had a fun tour guide.
Tuesday, we went on the "Big Bus Tour" again, but got off at Oxford Street and Regent Street. From there we walked over to Framestore and I gave them the quick tour. Then we went down to a great place called,"Hummous Bros." for dinner.
Wednesday morning, I went up and met them at their hotel before they left for the airport and sent them off. It was a whirlwind trip, but it was VERY fun.
I'll post some pictures later, but I wanted to get this outline posted since I haven't written in a while.
Dave