Anyone who has kept up with me via Facebook, knows that I travel a lot. Like I’m the stay-at-home-mom who’s never home. (For the record, I’ve never liked that term stay at home mom. It’s probably why I’m never home.) But much of my travels are limited to where I can get to in a 2008 Honda Odyssey minivan within a day. However, I have dreams of far off places. Places that have five star hotels with down pillows and a bazillion-thread count sheets. Either that or I should have warm tropical breezes and the sound of crashing waves to lull me to sleep if I have to suffer through lackluster linens. Places that require the use of my passport. And places that just seem outright cool to visit.
London has been wooing me for quite a while. Young British gents could say nearly anything to me, and I’d probably swoon just listening to their accents. I’d love to visit King’s Cross Station and find Platform 9 3/4. I want to ride the tube and see an event at Wembley Stadium. I haven’t become obsessed with all things London because it’s still far off on my places to visit list, but with a teen daughter who absolutely loves Dr. Who and all things BBC, I suspect we may visit the mother country within the next five years.
And because I just love the song and I was a teen in the ’80’s. Here’s The Clash with that way awesome song…. Happy Wednesday!