Tuesday, July 13, 2010

London Memories

It's tradition in my family that Dad take each of us on a special trip for our 13th birthday. We get to choose the destination - anywhere his airline flies - and spend some quality time together experiencing something new. One special trip for each of us; five special trips for Dad.

When I was 13, Dad worked for TWA, and I chose to go to London. We spent 3 days soaking in everything we could, and I cherish the memories we made there together. We saw the Tower of London, Saint Paul's Cathedral, and the Changing of the Guard that didn't change because of the rain. We rode a double-decker bus and missed our stop. We took photos of crazy clerks, and ate at KFC thousands of miles from Kentucky. We had a blast!
(Photo of Dad in front of 
TWA office in London, 2000)

The next three siblings chose to stay state-side for their trips, and Dad got to visit Hawaii twice (once with a daughter and once with a son), and Graceland (with a daughter who is an avid Elvis fan).

But my littlest sister and I have always had a lot in common, and she also chose to visit London. This time, Dad works for American, and the flight is a little different - she and Dad are on a plane to London Heathrow; he and I flew into London Gatwick. They'll be able to take the Tube directly from the airport into the city, where as we took a train in from the country and changed over. They're hoping to see Westminster Abbey and the actual Changing of the Guard, both of which we missed out on. And she waited three years to go, making her 16 and with a different perspective than I had at 13. Adventures await them, and I'm anxious to hear all about it when they get back.

1 comment:

  1. You are all so blessed to have such a special daddy, as he is blessed to have such special kids!!

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