My dad and I took a quick trip to London this week. I was prepared for cold sharp weather but never in a million years did I imagine we would get to experience a little snowfall. Even the locals were surprised. I woke up that first morning, peeked out the window and then sprinted to my dad’s room. Watching the snow fall under the warm yellow road lights was magical. Thank you London for that precious memory. My parents lived in London-Croydon- for most of their lives. They moved over five houses before deciding that Cyprus would make a better family nest. They haven’t gone back in 27 years. Watching my dad’s face as we boarded the tube and walked out onto Westminster Bridge was priceless. How strange and big and different it all seemed to him. It was fun to watch, I tell you. We walked past landmarks that had him reminiscing, giving me the wonderful opportunity to learn more about what it seems was a fascinating life. I was the one who was about to experience something new though when we took on the London Eye. To be honest I’ve always thought it might be a bit boring but boy, was I surprised. I got to stretch my camera lens a bit, which of course made me one happy traveller. Next on the itinerary was Oxford Street and more importantly, the Christmas street decorations which floor me every time. Five days well spent. Thank you dad! And thank you to my uncle Achilleas who made everything a lot easier. . .
