It finally hit me. I was in London a few days ago! The London of the dreams. The Lords I watched with awe was close by! The green and whites of the Wimbledon I so loved were on my way. The city with so much of history. A bus to 'Waterloo' just passed by me. The 'Thames' flowed quietly near me.
Growing up you often dream about being there in London. Watching a Federer - Nadal on the centre court, or visiting the Buckingham Palace, taking a ride on the river Thames, looking at 'The London' from the big London eye and so much more. Sometimes dreams do come true.
And it did come true when I walked through the famed Marylbourne Cricket Club, "The Lords".
And yet, I enjoyed being with the cousin rather than seeing the historic locations he showed me! What has changed? Is London not attractive enough? Or were the places I saw not the ones I wanted to see? Or just that petty dreams of childhood are not attractive enough as we age?
Bring it on people!
Growing up you often dream about being there in London. Watching a Federer - Nadal on the centre court, or visiting the Buckingham Palace, taking a ride on the river Thames, looking at 'The London' from the big London eye and so much more. Sometimes dreams do come true.
And it did come true when I walked through the famed Marylbourne Cricket Club, "The Lords".
And yet, I enjoyed being with the cousin rather than seeing the historic locations he showed me! What has changed? Is London not attractive enough? Or were the places I saw not the ones I wanted to see? Or just that petty dreams of childhood are not attractive enough as we age?
Bring it on people!
