European Adventure, Part 4: Last Night in London

By the late afternoon, William seemed totally fine, so we were off--as soon as Donald and Robert got back to the hotel, we headed out to catch the tube (do I capitalize that?) to a pub that Donald had picked out for dinner.  Caroline and Tyler were just waking up from their post-race naps, so we made plans to catch up with them and check out their flat (teehee!) later.  Robert was a little bit out of sorts at never getting a real nap for the day.  Ooooops.

Posing in front of the New Scotland Yard on our way to the tube station.

Trying out a London red telephone booth!

Ha!

Posing in front of "Little Ben" on our way from the tube station to the pub.

A refreshing gin and tonic that nonetheless failed to make our meal relaxing.  Haha.

Robert thought this giant glass filled with water seemed like something he should pick up unassisted.

Going to town on his fish and chips.  William opted for the bangers and mash, of course.  

He had a natural instinct for dipping in the tartar sauce.  Good man.

Taking a break from his fish to focus on the chips.

In between the tube leg and the double decker bus(!!) leg, William decided he desperately needed to pee.  Note: we had just tried to get him to do so before we left the pub not too many minutes before this, but he said he had tried and could not.  Sigh.  So, we were rude Americans when we were faced with no apparent bathroom opportunities, and William peed behind(ish) a phone booth down an alleyway!

Robert and I took in the local culture while we waited.

A double decker bus! As seen from the front row of the top level of a double decker bus! So exciting.

The boys were pretty excited about this transportation choice.

Sooooo many selfie attempts, so few whole faces captured.

William is mid-song here.  He sang a song of his own creation about the joys of riding a double decker bus for the majority of the time we were on one.  

Up next, you would assume that I would have pictures of our visit with Caroline and Tyler, but you would be wrong, because apparently we failed to take any.  We stopped in, watched a little soccer, the boys did their best to destroy their very cute flat, and then they took us out to the high street to catch a cab back home, but on the way took us on a tour of their neighborhood, including a stop for an impromptu salt beef bagel (beigel? haha) to share--yum--and a pop into a bar filled with Portuguese fans raucously cheering on Portugal as they won over France in extra time to become Euro 2016 champions.  The boys felt the deafening roar of "POR-TU-GAL! POR-TU-GAL! POR-TU-GAL!" was too loud, so our stay was brief (but so was the time left in the game, haha.  Anyway, so somehow we managed to miss out on pictures along this adventure.  But it was a lovely visit!

London Eye from the cab on the way back.

Blurry Westminster Abbey at night

Big Ben again!

We got home so late that the hotel had snuck in and done turn-down service! (We had rejected it the night before.) Including little linens for our feet! How ridiculous.  The boys immediately picked it all up and started carrying it all over creation, but a nice thought.  Haha.