London, England

My first memories of really wanting to travel were sparked by one of my favorite movie series.

The accents, the double-decker buses and the old-style metropolitan setting of London all drew me in and drove me to beg my parents for plane tickets. I was convinced (maybe partially by a hope that I would find my way to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) that if I traveled to London I would have the time of my life.

My dad had the opportunity to travel to London on a business trip in November of 2012. He still shows me pictures from his trip to make me jealous.

My dad had the opportunity to travel to London on a business trip in November of 2012. He still shows me pictures from his trip to make me jealous.

My obsession with London still continues to this day, though not as strongly as before. It shows itself through my building a model of “Big Ben” or the Great Bell of the clock at the north end of the Palace of Westminster, my extensive creeping on the royal family and my fervent attempts to perfect my British accent. I’ve written tons of essays and reports on various tourist attractions and historical facets of the city and swear I would be able to find my way if you dropped me in the middle of Piccadilly Circus.

What’s not to like about London? It has an incredibly interesting history and dozens of sites to see: the National Gallery, the London Eye, the Tower of London and Madame Tussauds wax museum to name just a few! When I (hopefully) study abroad in Barcelona next spring, I will most definitely be spending at least one weekend in this fascinating city.

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