L is for London and Leaving

I want to travel.

And I want to go to every Disney Park. I know, I know. What kind of travel is that? But, well, hear me out. Every time I went to a Disney park, I’d always see the envorns. Imagine my surprise, when walking to Jack in the Box from the hotel at Disneyland, we had to take a detour.

And there where houses. Normal, suburban houses. And they could probably complain about the fireworks. But the door was open. So I wanted to see the bars the Cast Members went to. Then I found the Gypsy Den coffeehouse, too. I flited up to Hollywood. And, yes, I saw what was safe and open and unique of the area.

I got my Disney fix too.

I also want to visit Disney overseas for the same reason I want to MacDonald’s overseas. If there’s a baseline, I have a point of comparison. When I finally visited Hawai’i, I went into a MickeyD’s there and found that they had several Japanese items-a culture reference and it was a huge eyeopener for me about the population of the state.

I wish to do the same thing with Disney oversea. Now, I speak French, so I know I want to leave and probably start there on my Disney Quest, as it were.

However, believe it or not, there’s a place I want to beforehand. Not because they speak English.

But because it’s England.

Before there was Disney, there were books. Sherlock and Bond; Paddington and Jack the Ripper. Ghost stories from the moors, royalty drag before I knew what drag really was. I fell in love with the entire country.

One word:  Shakespeare. All my concepts of drama and storytelling, character motivation, and plot placement came from that Grand Bard.

London is on my list. Of course, I want to see the countryside, to see the people, and those things that make England, well, England.

A Bloody Tower. Death. Ghost (see previous posts). Horror. We’re talking kings and successions, the stuff that High Drama are made out of.  I’ve been really interested since they found the dead boys, killed by their dear Uncle Richard the Third, the horrid hunchback king, later discovered smashed to pieces under a church parking lot.

Westminister Abbey. Good old Shakespeare’s memorial. Where the Queens and Kings were honored and crowned.

As this post goes up, I've been informed this place has closed...still...in loving memory!

The Texas Embassy. Yes, I want to see how Tex Mex is brought overseas, since I’ve heard of this unique restaurant.

A Jack the Ripper walking tour. Sure, a ghost walking tour is nice enough, but what about Mr. StabbyStabby! I love that I know so much about him, so that when the Churchies bring up how media is corrupting people and causing school shootings, I can happily point out-there was a time, long before media existed.  To walk those deliciously dark avenues.

The British Museum. Okay, let’s be real, here. Britain invaded EVERYWHERE. They killed, maimed, and, well, stole everything, the world over. Then they put it all in here. And refuse to give it back. One stop shopping for world history.

If possible, I’d love to head out to the hills and see some of the lesser known circles, but Stonehenge is always worthy, if a bit touristy. There’s something about these circles that fascinates me. Maybe I was a druid in a past life, but I’ve always wanted to see these circles in the smaller hamlets that no one really knows about, so I can walk out and actually touch and visit with them, without having to look at tawdry t-shirts.

Stratford-Upon-Avon and/or the Rose theater. SHAKESPEARE!!!

The chunnel!

221 B Baker Street, with or without Benedict Cumberbatch. I read ALL of these texts. I’ve loved Sherlock long before I saw the Basil Rathbone takes and fell for Robert Downey Jr.s’s version all over again.

Then? I leave. I hope to ride the choo-choo and do the same damage to Paris. That’s my husOtter’s calling, because….art, art, art. So much freegin art. It’ll be glorious. And to make up for the food I couldn’t eat in the UK.

I am okay with the tea, however. But I like me some French press coffee.

Ummmm. French press coffee.

And, yes, Disneyland Paris. I’m sure it’ll be different and I’m totally kosher with this aspect of the trip. In fact, it’s vital to be different. That’s where the memories will be stored.