Today, as I sit to reminisce ….I go down memory lane ……my wonderful unforgettable trip to
The day my parents decided that we would be soon vacationing in the city of the Big Ben, exultation overpowered me. It actually felt like sitting on pins and needles for I could just not sit down at one place and was rushing to and fro, calling up all my friends to tell them the good news.
After all the necessary arrangements for the tickets and the accommodation were done, the D day finally arrived. With everyone bustling about the house trying to do last minute packing, and dad securing the house locks, we finally boarded the car and started the one hour journey to the airport.
At the airport, I was as usual on my toes running around here and there, being fascinated by the planes and the people around me. It was my second plane journey and I wanted to savor every moment of my vacation. I thought to myself, “Yippee, finally I am off to the land of dreams”.
The final announcement to board the plane was made and believe it or not, I was actually the first one to board it. In my excitement, I actually dropped one of the bags of my fellow passengers and in return, got reprimanded by the airhostess along with a few dirty glares from the passengers. So with a finger on my lips, I was strapped into my seat. Sitting quietly and looking out of the window, I just kept on breathing in the sights of the airport, considering myself lucky to be able to be there at that moment. It was indeed an exhilarating moment, irrespective of the scolding I had received from the airhostess. After all, I was not going to let anything dampen my mood at that point of time.
Reliving the enthusiasm while I recollect all those special moments, I sometimes actually wish to be a kid all over again, armed with the same innocence and naivety. But knowing that to be impossible, I sometimes just feign the childish innocence and appease myself. After all, it is never too late to live your life to the fullest, irrespective of the age.
After a journey of 3 hours, we reached our destination. I was awed by the décor of the
On checking into the hotel, I could not help but continue to jump on the plush mattresses. The fluffed up pillows were beyond compare. Our hotel was in the Indian neighborhood, which helped us feel at home even in a different country. The hospitality and the warmth of the people bestowed upon us were truly worth a mention.
After having our dinner that night we retired to our room, in order to be fresh for the oncoming day. The next day dawned bright and sunny, with the slanting sun rays waking us up and as quickly as possible, with brimming enthusiasm, we got ready, finished our breakfast and without further ado, started from the hotel for the sightseeing.
Our itinerary consisted of a general tour of the city on the first day. So, all geared up for the day, we sat in the car and began the general tour of the city. The first place of visit was the
Next, we went to the
The best part was that I slipped in the bathroom while getting ready one day and twisted my ankle very badly. Owing to this, I had to wear a bandage and was not being able to walk properly as well. Taking an umbrella as support, I was forced to hobble around the city with a twisted ankle, but the enthusiasm went on unabated.
It so happened that I was traveling through the city and my dad suddenly decided to take a bus. I conveniently stepped onto the bus with a lot of difficulty owing to my paining ankle. But not sure of the route to take, my parents did not climb onto the bus. My pathetic luck, the bus started and I could not get off on time. Seeing my parents going away from me, I panicked and started crying. Somehow, on the next stop I got off and feeling lost and confused, I continued crying. Till the time my parents did not reach the stop, I did not stop crying. Never till now had I felt so lost, so helpless. But then, it was another experience worth a mention.
After the bus experience, we proceeded to see the famous
Today, as I sit to reminisce ….I go down memory lane ……my wonderful unforgettable trip to
The day my parents decided that we would be soon vacationing in the city of the Big Ben, exultation overpowered me. It actually felt like sitting on pins and needles for I could just not sit down at one place and was rushing to and fro, calling up all my friends to tell them the good news.
After all the necessary arrangements for the tickets and the accommodation were done, the D day finally arrived. With everyone bustling about the house trying to do last minute packing, and dad securing the house locks, we finally boarded the car and started the one hour journey to the airport.
At the airport, I was as usual on my toes running around here and there, being fascinated by the planes and the people around me. It was my second plane journey and I wanted to savor every moment of my vacation. I thought to myself, “Yippee, finally I am off to the land of dreams”.
The final announcement to board the plane was made and believe it or not, I was actually the first one to board it. In my excitement, I actually dropped one of the bags of my fellow passengers and in return, got reprimanded by the airhostess along with a few dirty glares from the passengers. So with a finger on my lips, I was strapped into my seat. Sitting quietly and looking out of the window, I just kept on breathing in the sights of the airport, considering myself lucky to be able to be there at that moment. It was indeed an exhilarating moment, irrespective of the scolding I had received from the airhostess. After all, I was not going to let anything dampen my mood at that point of time.
Reliving the enthusiasm while I recollect all those special moments, I sometimes actually wish to be a kid all over again, armed with the same innocence and naivety. But knowing that to be impossible, I sometimes just feign the childish innocence and appease myself. After all, it is never too late to live your life to the fullest, irrespective of the age.
After a journey of 3 hours, we reached our destination. I was awed by the décor of the
On checking into the hotel, I could not help but continue to jump on the plush mattresses. The fluffed up pillows were beyond compare. Our hotel was in the Indian neighborhood, which helped us feel at home even in a different country. The hospitality and the warmth of the people bestowed upon us were truly worth a mention.
After having our dinner that night we retired to our room, in order to be fresh for the oncoming day. The next day dawned bright and sunny, with the slanting sun rays waking us up and as quickly as possible, with brimming enthusiasm, we got ready, finished our breakfast and without further ado, started from the hotel for the sightseeing.
Our itinerary consisted of a general tour of the city on the first day. So, all geared up for the day, we sat in the car and began the general tour of the city. The first place of visit was the
Next, we went to the
The best part was that I slipped in the bathroom while getting ready one day and twisted my ankle very badly. Owing to this, I had to wear a bandage and was not being able to walk properly as well. Taking an umbrella as support, I was forced to hobble around the city with a twisted ankle, but the enthusiasm went on unabated.
It so happened that I was traveling through the city and my dad suddenly decided to take a bus. I conveniently stepped onto the bus with a lot of difficulty owing to my paining ankle. But not sure of the route to take, my parents did not climb onto the bus. My pathetic luck, the bus started and I could not get off on time. Seeing my parents going away from me, I panicked and started crying. Somehow, on the next stop I got off and feeling lost and confused, I continued crying. Till the time my parents did not reach the stop, I did not stop crying. Never till now had I felt so lost, so helpless. But then, it was another experience worth a mention.
After the bus experience, we proceeded to see the famous