London on Jet Lag

It’s not the first visit to London for me, but it is the first time I have seen snow here. We arrived around noon, according to Greenwich, and found our way via the Picadilly Line into South Kensington. Don’t you just love the way those old names roll off the tongue?

Anyway, the temperature is at the zero degree mark and patches of snow here and there remind us that London does indeed see something of winter weather.

After checking in at the Aster House, we grabbed our woolies and headed out to walk off the after-flight aches. The British Natural History Museum is a 10 minute stroll from our room and is highly recommended. It also offered traditional Shepherd’s Pie and chips so we ate a late lunch and wandered through the exhibits. 

The Queen Victoria and Prince Albert Museum sits in the next block over and houses an enormous collection of their art from around the world. We assume each piece was a gift from royals in other empires to the British throne.

Next stop, Starbucks. We both needed something to warm us up and then the jet lag tucked in around us and we were done. If you have travelled outside of your time zone you know what I’m talking about. Fatigue hits you like a brick and you just have to give in and sleep. And that’s where we’re heading next.

In spite of the need for rest, we feel privileged to be here. It’s an extraordinary thing to be able to experience other cultures and peoples and there is this tangible sense of wonder and joy that accompanies us wherever we go. No doubt about it, travel is a gift from the generous grace of God!