"Lazy" Sunday.

The day began with an excellent reccomendation from the rest of the crew: care to sleep in an hour longer? 

Well, if you insist!  

After an enormous English style breakfast, complete with beans on toast, we hit the streets of London. Course, we had to move at a snail's pace across the Westminster Bridge due to all the tourists, but once we made it safely to the other side, it was onward to the National Gallery. 

Situated proudly in Tralfalgar Square, this was a place I had not visited whilst living here, so I was more than excited to tour the many rooms of art.  

Camera in hand, art eyes on, I proceeded to walk with Kate and explore the various galleries. 

While not exactly stingy art purveyors, Kate and I did observe said works of art as the curious young women we were, appreciating what we liked, and having an inner chuckle at those that didn't quite meet our fancy. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Nevertheless, we both learned quite a bit and had ourselves a grand time.  

Lunch came immediately after, and I took them to the cafe in the iconic Harrods. We dined on afternoon tea, scones, and a lite bite. 

It sure gave us enough power to move on though because the next thing I knew, we were walking out of Ted Baker with big bags in our arms. Looks like I converTED another one....  

So much to do and see in one day!

Naturally, all that observing, walking, talking, shopping, and eating had us quite tired, and so we took a late nap before a final dinner at Las Iguanas, once again located on Southank. 

And the night is not yet over, so who knows what we'll do in the remaining hours....  

Oh, and did I mention the sensational weather we had today? 

Having to meander through this was no easy task, let me tell you!  

You would find me staring at the cat painting..  

Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" were a favorite of Kate's... 

This particular exhibit was recommended to us by one of the museum guards, upon hearing our somewhat... Feminist chatter. We were discussing the beauty of the woman in the above photo (and subsequent talk of "beauty" through the ages) and how she wasn't looking at herself in the mirror, but the viewer, and the man told us to head to the Sunley Room. 

The below depictions represent  "beauty" and in this particular culture, women were portrayed as having mustaches and chest hair. Just goes to show how beauty is all interpretive! 

Lastly, Leonardo da Vinci's The Virgin of the Rocks ...A most spectacular way to end the tour.

Tea time!  

Or as I like to call it: par-tea time!  

Harrods, you never disappoint.  

And Ted? Well. I'm proud to admit that yes, I am addicTED.  

Good to be Back.

I never thought in a million years that I would be returning so soon to a city I had just said goodbye to. 

Texhnically, it was more of a "see you later" kind of attitude when I left and it sure paid off because seven months later, I have returned to the magnificent city of London.  

It all started with an invitation. My dearest friend Kate, whom I met my junior year whilst studying in Arizona, called me up one afternoon and asked if I would like to join her and her family on a trip to the UK.  

Need you even ask? YES!  

The months flew and before I knew it, the time had come where my bag had to be packed and my old Oyster card fished out.  

Then yeatersay, we hopped on the plane (well, more like sardine canned ourselves in the aisle) and flew 10 hours across the pond.  

I have to say, it was quite surreal. Familiar landmarks passed me by, as well as streets that I had frequented with my roommate, all less than a year ago! 

It's only been the first day, and although we were beyond exsausted from our extensive traveling, I felt thrilled at being back in this great city I once called home, a city I can now share with those who are so dear. 

London, it's good to be back.  

As it was the Miller's first time abroad, tourist spots were on the list to hit up, and today, we visited the bustling Portebello Market... 

And took classic photos in front of the iconic colored flats!  

Dinner was back at one of my favorite restaurants on Southbank, Cafe Vergnano. We ordered Secret Garden cocktails and let the night be-gin.

Not quite yet ready to call it a night, Kate and I wandered across the Waterloo Bridge and made our way around to Big Ben, so handsome in the evening light.  

I have to say, Ben has been one of my favorite dates. This is the third time I've come to visit him across the ocean and he's always so very punctual and on time. 🕰 

Until tomorrow lovies! 

This girl is in dire need of some beauty sleep...