Days 10 & 11: last Day, London, in transit to Rome

Julia: I don't know what to say. My smoothie was yummy but very cold. I brushed my hair so hard my hairbrush fell down behind me. I'm chewing on my water bottle.

Leah: Yesterday we went to the Florence Nightingale Museum. It was amazing. I really miss that place! I love Florence Nightingale. We saw a movie of Florence Nightingale. Mommy said she was going to fall asleep, but she didn't. Ha ha. So funny I forgot to laugh at her. We had a great breakfast. Mama had to run and get my jacket because it was very cold. We didn't exactly get to go to the Tower of London. Mama wanted to go a lot. She hasn't been there, I think. Julia wanted to go home, but I wanted to go on a boat ride. So we kept saying boat ride! Home! Boat ride! Home! Haha. It was so funny I forgot to laugh. Today, we went all the way back to Paris and we are staying in a super fancy hotel (it's a holiday inn).

Mommy/Sharon:  We are getting tired. On our last full day in London, we went touring  around but got little accomplished other than staking out the 3-room Florence Nightingale Museum to watch a 1980's historical melodrama about her life featuring Jaclyn Smith and Timothy Dalton. My kids are so screen deprived they staged a sit-in when I tried to leave nearly two hours in, when things got...ahem...ahistorical. Still, they are in a very strong Florence Nightingale moment right now, so I suppose it's ok that we missed out on the Tower of London. I remember falling in love with medical humanitarianism via Florence Nightingale when I was little. It was lovely to watch them find that kind of inspiration all new and fresh.

England was wonderful and the girls asked if we could live there forever.

The Eurostar brought us back to Paris, an engineering feat that still boggles my mind but leaves them so "Whatever, Mom." It was pouring and our train to Italy doesn't leave until 6am tomorrow, so we camped out at a Holiday Inn with some terrible French food and foreign language TV.   The girls are so tv-deprived that on a rainy day in transit at the Holiday Inn, they are glued to Chinese government documentaries and French cartoons. No subtitles.  I am too. I especially like the Chinese children's advertisements exhorting children to listen to their parents, respect them, and take care of them when they get old. Maybe we need some more publicly sponsored brainwashing like that, not the NRA's latest.

We are ready for a change. To Italy we go! 

 

Our kit

Our kit

Julia photographs double decker buses  

Julia photographs double decker buses  

 Notes to Florence Nightingale

 Notes to Florence Nightingale

Illustrations  

Illustrations  

Not quite a visit to the Tower of London  

Not quite a visit to the Tower of London  

Day 12&13: Roma

Day 9: London