The British Empire (Well…sort of) Day 8

I woke up with massive pain through my calves. They were really sore. Really really sore. I think they were from the sandals I bought. What did I do? I told my body to stop complaining and adapt: I wore the sandals again.

I went back to Gail’s where it was even colder than yesterday šŸ˜¦ and (considering I was wearing sandals) I was severely underdressed. I did have two pots of Moroccan Mint tea to warm myself and my lovely quiche to quell my hunger. But obviously I hate being cold so I didn’t stay for more than an hour or so before I made my next stop.

I had every intention of going to the Doctor Who experience…except that they are open everyday EXCEPT Wednesdays. Lame. So I did the next sight on my list: St. Paul’s Cathedral:

Alas, I don’t have an awesome wide angle lens like my friend Chris so you’ll have to make do with a series of outdoor shots:

Alas, we were again not allowed to take pictures. However!!!!! I finally used my ninja skills again and snapped a photo of the inside for you all!

Look familiar? Yeah, it’s very familiar to St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome, just a wee bit smaller.

So now I have been to the three biggest cathedrals in the world:
1. St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome
2. St. Paul’s Cathedral in London
3. Cathedral in Sevilla, Spain

Oh and I have also been in the tallest: Cologne, Germany.

Yay! Off my bucket list. Afterwards, at the request of Lucy, I stopped by a little cafe next to the cathedral called Tea. There I finally got my fix on amazing cream tea. I did pay a good amount for it; however, it was because I paid for absolutely amazing tea. It’s called Monkey Picked and it tasted like heaven. I tried to buy some; however it was about 20-30 pounds for a mere 100 grams šŸ˜¦ Though in hindsight, considering how much tea I have (and already bought in London), I think it’s good that I did not buy anymore.

I made my way back to the flat a bit early so I could buy groceries and start cooking dinner tonight for Fia and Lucy.

Here’s the Tagine I bought for Fia by the way. It’s shorter than mine but it’s a great size šŸ™‚

It took me a while to get the hang of her oven (because unlike my oven back home, this one does not tell you if you’re on “bake” or “broil” or anything else as useful). But eventually we got it going and I created this:

It’s chicken with red and yellow peppers, zucchini, mushrooms and carrots. (epic yum!) Lucy made mimosas and supplied bread from Gail’s. Fia is now absolutely in love with her gift and can’t wait to try new recipes. Winning!

I’m happy that I got Lucy and Fia to finally meet since I’ve talked about each one incessantly to the other. Apparently Lucy now likes Fia more than me (I’ll show her!) But all in all, it was a very successful night and I didn’t overeat!!!

Until tomorrow!



Location:Fia’s Flat, West Hampstead, London, United Kingdom

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