So long Paris. Eddy loaded our bags one last time before we headed to the Paris train station. We would miss Eddy and his driving skills (and nunchuck skills, bow huntings skills, getting women to drool over him skills...you get the picture). We grabbed our bags and gave Eddy one last Ciao. He was very grateful for our handshakes and thank yous (mainly because our handshakes had his tip envelopes in them). Sitting in the train terminal gave us the chance to prepare ourselves before we boarded the NASCAR of trains. Little did we know when the train took off, it would be heading in the opposite direction of which we were facing. Yes, that's right. Through th

e countryside of Paris, under the English Channel, and entering England going backwards at 185 mph! We arrived in one piece and without anyone throwing up...which was a success in my book. We were weary getting on the bus in London considering Eddy was not behind the wheel and the driver was driving on the wrong side of the street. After being handed off to the Globus Headquarters in London's Hilton, it was a sad goodbye to Vanda as she was sad to see us go. The trip had a different feel about it as we were missing our two guides we had come to know (of course all we knew of Eddy was a 'Ciao' and a wink if you were lucky, and lots of Italian words we did not know). However, we were glad to be in an English speaking country with English TV channels. We come 180 degrees from Rome as the sun was hiding behind the clouds giving off a very cool climate (not to mention our elevators transformed from fitting 2 people to fitting 18). Quickly after arrival we met up with the Priestleys as Brice gave us a quick tour of London (he had been there since July 2 studying abroad). We strolled though Hyde Park and made our way to the original Hard Rock Cafe (it was by far the best meal we had up to this point). The store was an old bank building containing a vault that held Queen Elizabeth's money and Princess Diana's wedding dress. It now holds rock memorabilia and Ashlee and I got our picture with guitars from Red Hot Chili Peppers and Black Sabbath. The night came to an end with a stoll down Picadilly Street and a ride on the underground back to our hotel.
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