Jill Russell travels to a London community church called St. Martin's in February. She will be working in the marketing department and cafe of the church. On this blog, she will talk about her experiences as a first timer in Europe. She will compare the European and American media cultures, the people, the food and try to give people a real sense of what London culture is all about.
Jill is a senior at Pacific Lutheran University, graduating in May. She is a journalism major who was born and raised in Lakewood.
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After spending my spring break with my best friend and her new U.S Air Force husband in middle-of-no-where Lakenheath, England.. I was happy to finally be home and back in London. Rainy, wet and windy.. just like I left it. I returned early enough to spend a little more time checking off my list of places to see and visit. One month and counting.. my trip here is almost over. Tonight I decided to tackle the monster, Buckingham Palace... one place no London visitor should forget to see.
A crowded, overly-touristy walk past Big Ben and Westminster Abbey dodging camera flashes and hoards of tourist tee shirt stands, you come across the beautiful oasis, St. James Park. A beautiful lake in the middle with swans, manicured flower beds, and the greenest grass you will ever see. This is literally the Queen's front yard!!
Then in all it's majesty, Buckingham Palace. It was really nice going at dusk because the entire building was lit up like Cinderella's castle (and there were minimal tourists!!) I stood outside the golden gates and pondered what life must be like on the other side of them. To be royalty.. is it really all it's cracked up to be? What would it be like to constantly be scrutinized by not just your country, but by the entire world?! These thoughts gave me comfort as I quietly left, with no fuss, no paparazzi and no flash bulbs blinding my path. Are the royals the lucky ones or are we?
