Friday afternoon, Celine, Sebastien, and their five year old son Paul, family friends of the Helous, came over to the house. At around four o'clock, we all piled into their van and started the engine. An hour and a half later, we arrived at Saint Omer where we picked up Nicolas from his boarding school. A little while later, the van drove inside a train, which took us under the English Channel to Great Britian! A few hours later, we arrived at Gatwick Airport. Confused, I learned that we were leaving the van at the airport and taking the train into London where we would walk and take the metro all weekend. I am so glad! It's so much easier to people watch outside of a car.
All throughout the car ride, Paul kept calling Franck (my host dad) Bernard. This soon turned into the joke of the weekend, and now we all call him Bernard.
According to Andrea's English book, cotton candy (barbe a papa in French) is called candy floss in England. I certaintly would not want to floss my teeth with that stuff!
There must have been a foot of snow on the ground at Gatwick Airport! Except for the fact that I would have certainly frozen stiff, I had the strongest desire to flop back in the white fluff and make a snow angel!
We arrived at the hotel around 9h30. It had the best location on Westminster; the London eye, Big Ben, and the House of Parliment were all within a three minute walk from us!
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