We left my great-grandmother’s village early Sunday Morning, July 1st, and headed for the ferry. It was officially the summer season for Croatia, and the day before we saw how crowded and crazy the line for the ferry gets, so we wanted to be sure we didn’t get left behind.
We got there at a good time, and had enough time, in fact, to eat some delicious pastries and one last Brač cappuccino for me. (Scratch that – I had one last cappuccino on the ferry!)
We drove around Split for awhile, looking for parking so that I could get some souvenirs. We couldn’t find parking, sadly, so we never did go back into Diocletian’s Palace. On one of our passes by the marina made one of the kids realize they’d left their sweater on the ferry. There’s a whole story about how I ran onto the ferry while my husband drove around, imagining the ferry took off with me still on it. Suffice it to say, we got lucky, because the sweater had been folded up and put away for us, and the ferry was on some sort of break, which is very unusual.
The Split airport was crazy. My husband dropped us off in the parking lot before heading to turn in the rental car. The kids and I took our luggage up to the main building and started to get in line, when my husband texted me, asking if I had the “paperwork” for the car. Panicked, I yanked the kids out of line so that we could wait for him, and hoping they’d figure out where this “paperwork” went to. About 15 minutes later, he called and said they found it (it fell between the seats), and he ran to the line as time was ticking away and we needed to get through security. (We also had to take things out of our suitcases, as they were too heavy. Thankfully, a nice guy behind us had a shopping bag he offered up!)
Of course, all that rushing was for nothing, as our flight was canceled.
Once we were called, we were all crammed into a shuttle.
And finally got onto the plane.
A short flight to Prague, where we had a layover long enough to go through Customs, “Transfers,” have dinner, and shop. We were supposed to land at 9pm in London, but had yet another delay that got us to the UK well after 10. After going through Customs (the lengthiest process we’ve encountered thus far), getting our luggage, riding a train, getting off the train and onto another one because, “We’re sorry. We’re not going to stop there tonight,” and getting a taxi, we finally got to our flat and collapsed at around midnight.
Our first full day in London started with breakfast at Terry’s. I ordered something I thought would be very British – eggs, toast, and “bubble and squeak” – and really enjoyed it.
The girls had a spot of tea, but I just needed that cappuccino to get me going…
First stop – getting our Oyster Cards and heading to Kings Cross Station.
We found Platform 9 3/4. There was a great shop.
Next up – The British Museum!
We also saw the Rosetta Stone. It was difficult to get a good picture, but it was something else!
We ended the day with dinner in a nearby pub. The kids each tried a new drink.
It was cool to be in a neighborhood pub. Not super crowded, but filled with what appeared to be locals after work. At 7:30, there was a trivia game going on. We tried to listen to the questions to see how we would do, and because it was mostly British references, we would not have done well.
I will say that everyone we met that first day was very friendly, and it was comforting to be in a place where everyone spoke a language we easily understood.
Up Next – The Tower of London, Borough Market, Westminster Abbey, and a bus tour around London.