Day 10 In London

The flag on Buckingham palace flew high as we drove into London yesterday afternoon. That's the signal the queen is in. So nice of her to stay home and greet us!

Our hotel (Marriott) is in the Embasy area which is around the corner from Hyde Park. We are going to walk over there in a few minutes to hear whomever is speaking on the "soapbox". This is where we get the phrase at home "she's on her soapbox again". Anyone who wants can step up on the box and speak. Viewers can ask questions or debate the issue. It will be fun to see if anyone is speaking-. It might be a good opportunity for me to get some things off my chest :-)

Last night Buddy Holly took us back to the 50's. The theater was small and very European. The best part was hearing the Brit actors/singers speak with our accent. They did a great job except when they forgot. Howard and I would nudge each other when that happened. An old gent dressed in black (including a black hat) sat behind us and sang every word along with the stage crew. He was delighted to know we were Americans.

As if the musical were not enough from that time period, we left there and went to the original Hard Rock Cafe for a late dinner. Eric Clapton's first guitar hung on the wall. John Lennon's jacket hung nearby. The sound was at it's highest decimals. We visited by yelling across the table. It was a night to remember.

I have a hunch the people setting behind me are waiting for this computer. I am still in the Ex. lounge. Perhaps it would be manerly of me to close this and pass the keyboard on to them.

Now that I will have access to this anytime it is available, I will be checking in with all of you.

We read our emails, so if you have news, please write at (marthabrammer@hotmail.com)

Much love,
Martha