A photo I took of a quaint little spice shop in Notting Hill has been feature on Schmap Guides, an interactive travel guide on the web. During spring break 2005 I took my mom to England. (Or rather, she took me — but I was the tour guide.) I wanted to show her Ramsbury, the little Wiltshire village where I lived for six months with Nicola. And London — my favorite city in the world. I love the hustle and bustle — hundreds of bodies passing by going hundreds of different ways. I love the intimacy of sitting in a pub tucked in a alley. I love the autonomy — no one knowing who you are or what your doing there. But what I love most is the history. I love thinking about how old that city is, and all the events, traumatic and enlightening, that those buildings have undertaken. When Nicola and I were in London, we would just stand next to the old stone buildings, hoping to hear their war stories. London felt magical to me, more so than New York or Pittsburgh. There are other cities I visited in Europe that felt magical too, like Prague, but London felt magical and homey.
Well, that was a nice trip down memory lane. Now back to planning a unit on ancient Rome.