Immediately
to the right, down the road, is Westminster Abbey. It had equally astounding
architecture. On the inside there was a sense of humility and reverence among
the quietness. While there was a queue to see inside the abbey, I remember
hearing nun asking a guard, “where do I enter?” He responded, “To visit or to
pray?” The nun said, “to pray…” That conversation reminded me of the historical
significance of this place, and the respect its worshipers held. The thought hit
home when I noticed some writing on the front of the building. It read, “May
God grant to the living, grace; to the departed, rest; to the church and the
world, peace and concord; and to the sinners, eternal life.”
I then
visited one museum that I found particularly interesting. It was the war rooms
of Winston Churchill. In this museum I was able to retrace the steps of Winston
Churchill during Britain’s darkest hours of World War II. It was in these steel
and concrete-reinforced rooms that Winston Churchill and his war cabinet made
some of the most important decisions of the war. It was amazing to discover how
dedicated his staff was to him. Despite possible flooding from the Thames
River, an influx of deadly gas, or destruction from the constant bombing above,
Churchill’s staff remained loyal to both him and their country.
Learn some British:
“I’d fancy a…” = “I’d like a…”
Cheers = No worries/Take it easy
Queue = Line