In the summer of 1993 Paul, Nate and Laura went to England. We'd like to say that after three weeks we returned to the United States with a better understanding of English life and culture. Unfortunately we were young and stupid so all we came back with was stories about hanging around the place we stayed watching "Telly". Also we went to see Jurrasic Park... great flick!
Nate kept a journal of his travels in Great Britain... Paul and Laura kept similar books but filled them with silly drawings. Presented here for the first time is Chef "Nate" Elf's English Travel Journals.... enjoy.
[The words in red are the words of Present Day Nate. You don't think that's too vain do you?]
Thursday July 29, 1993
Woke up from nap. Paul is watching the Boys from Brazil I'm eating cereal and then returning to bed. Tomorrow is going to be interesting.
[For those that do not know, the Boys from Brazil is a alternate history movie about cloning Hitler. I learned about it in 10th grade biology class because apparently teaching us about the composition of the cell wall just wasn't enough.]
Today I was the first one awake which is a rarity. Later this evening Paul, Laura and I are going to see Les Miserables at Her Majesty's Theater. Everyone seems to be intimidated by me and Paul whenever we walk around in London. I wonder how the theatre crowd is going to like us? They must be afraid because we're from the rough and tumble streets of the U.S. of A. Don't you forget it!
All ready for the play. Have my pants on and a shirt and that's as ready as I'll get. We're taking the 11:08 into Reading Station and should be in london by 12:00. I wonder if the Queen will go to see Les Miserables? I heard that she doesn't like French plays, she's still bitter about that whole Hundred Years War thing. What a grouch!!!
On the train. The only seat we could get is in the smoking section. *Choke* It's terrible. There's a republican behind us with a cellular phone saying, "Ah yes, the train is popping through he country-side." And he just lit up a big cigar.
[The term "republican" was used during this time period by Paul and myself to describe anyone we hated. Usually it meant an older more authoritative looking man in a business suit. We hated them. I guess in a way we still do.]
Sitting in the National Gallery. Saw a terrible painting by Monet. Laura lost her jacket so we're waiting for her to come back. In the bank I taught Laura to respond to the question "Who is Divine?" but saying "You are, Nathan." The cornerstone to raising kids is to teach them early. That kid's going to be alright.
Les Miserables was fantastic but we just got back now because we accidentally took the 65 bus instead of the 63. At least we're a little more familiar with Reading now. I bet I could point out all the roundabouts on a map or something. Well time for sleepy Bo Bos... tomorrow's a big day. I don't know what we're doing, but who cares?
[Today's grade: B+, we actually got some culture. Excellent.]
End of Day 7
Next time: The Imperial War Museum and Starburger!